Author: Stone Man
The death of the Korean film "Beauty" is the same as the death of Dong-ka, a japanese writer in Junichi Watanabe's "Exile of Love".
It's all about having the writer strangled in his arms at the most exciting time, which may be a way to die in time for pleasure.
Strangle me, she begged me, and I experienced the crazy pleasure of pinching her to death.
And she was moaning debauchery in my increasingly tight hands, and everything was so calm.
"Beauty" is a Korean film with picturesque scenery and characters.
I am a writer, and although I have a lot of books at home, I still have to go to the library to read books from time to time, and she met in the library.
It was at this time that I was connected to her, and she was drunk and sneaked into my room without much of a ghost.
The temptation to me began, and I did not resist her beauty, became her captive, and sent crazy with her.
Maybe it was fate, when I saw this beauty in the library that day, she was fighting with a man.
And the man even raised the chair, but she didn't even blink, and the opening statement was as simple as that.
We had become one person, and she took the key to my room, coming in and out of my room often and walking with me.
Sometimes she was wonderful like a little angel, sometimes wonderful like a little witch, and after making love to me, she sat quietly on her cot and read a book.
I quietly wrote a book next to her, which was simply a fascinating day of intoxication, and I hoped that this wonderful day would be as evergreen as the evergreen tree in the house.
However, there are also times when this wonderful day worries me, that is, as soon as her mobile phone rings, she rushes out.
I don't think she always comes, I'm really afraid that one day she will return the key to me and lose this wonderful moment of happiness.
It was a few hours or a few days after a walk, and when I came back, I was scarred.
Once, when she came back with her whole body covered in paintings, I ordered her to wash them out of the bathroom with a bit of hoarseness.
Another time, she was covered with tooth marks, and I helped her to wipe it slowly, and I looked at her sadly in pain, and for the first time after the two of us, there was no hi pie, but still looking at each other.
Every time she left my room, I was very upset, and it was the man in the library who called her away.
Whether my beautiful little woman was going to suffer again, I couldn't tell whether her departure was painful or happy, so I had to wait slowly for her to return.
I knew her phone would never be disturbed by the man again, but her phone still rang.
When she knew that the man had been killed, she left the room again and walked silently into the sea herself.
I was angry that I found the man's mobile phone number and took the knife to send the man to the western sky.
I thought she would never come back, but she did, and I slowly took off her clothes, and gradually we became entangled again, igniting the flame of passion.
When our lust and lust were extremely high, she made me squeeze her neck tightly and lay quietly into the world of bliss. （2）