There was rich food on the table, and three red candles were lit. Before I could see the food on the table clearly, the lights in the room suddenly went out!
I was startled and subconsciously took a step back. It was as if I hit a wall of flesh behind me. Before I could react, a pair of thick arms wrapped around my waist.
"Scared you?" His irregular big palms wandered around my body, and he got in from the skirt of my clothes with a "swish". His warm breath hit my ear, and he kissed me thinly.
on the neck...
Hearing his voice, I simply closed my eyes and waited for the same torture as in the morning. I just hoped that this time it would end quickly.
"Are you hungry?" He asked me teasingly, biting my earlobe.
"Which aspect do you mean?" I imitated his tone and asked provocatively.
He chuckled lightly, withdrew his hand in a leisurely manner, put it back on my waist in an orderly manner, and moved his enlarged face in front of me: "I think you are hungry. Eat something before continuing!"
With the weak candlelight, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could feel that his shrewd eyes were sending me signals of lust, and that ambiguous aura filled the whole room.
I frowned, why does this man have such a strong sexual desire? We just did that kind of thing when we met just now, and now...
"Come here!" He walked to the table, pulled out a chair in a gentlemanly manner, and told me to sit down.
I walked over and sat down, and he walked to the other side of the table and sat down opposite me.
He snapped his fingers, the door opened, and a foreign chef in work clothes walked in pushing a trolley.
"What do you want to eat? French food, German food...or do you want to eat Sichuan food, Cantonese food or something like that?" he asked me.
"Whatever, I'm not picky about food."
He thought for a while and said something to the chef in French that I couldn't understand. The chef nodded and started frying the steak on the spot. Soon, the fragrant steak was handed to me.
I was really hungry, so I picked up the knife and fork and started eating by myself.
"It will taste even better with red wine from 1982, try it." He raised his lips, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to me, not minding my impoliteness at all.
"Thank you." I took the red wine and took a sip.
"Were you in the hospital just now?" he asked suddenly.
"Yeah." I paused holding the knife and fork, then continued cutting the steak.
"Is it because I'm too rude?" When he said this, he had a teasing smile on his face.