This paragraph should be no more than ten words, clean and concise.
Without waiting for Ling Momo to react, Li Qingshen hung up the phone.
I went downstairs, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, deliberately sprinkled some perfume, and drove to the city.
As usual, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already there and there were still no lights on in the house.
The curtains were drawn.
It was pitch dark inside the house, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Ling Momo could only feel a hot body pressing tightly against her body, with silky sheets behind her.
The two of them were very quiet, no one said anything, he just kissed her intently, kissing her tongue until it hurt.
There is not much difference between this time and the previous two times. Enson's movements are gentle and his posture is monotonous. Ling Momo has lost the pain from the previous two times and is becoming more compliant, as if she has gradually become accustomed to these things.
Ling Momo's indulgence seemed to have infected the man on her body. This time, it took longer than the previous two times.
Halfway through, Ling Momo's phone came with a tone and a flash of light, it was a text message. Ling Momo subconsciously opened her eyes.
Enson quickly grabbed the phone and threw it aside.
When Ling Momo opened her eyes, the room was still dark.
Before she had time to think about who was calling, her whole body was once again brought into endless sensory stimulation by Enson.
By the end, Ling Momo had fallen asleep.
Enson was lying on his bed, quietly listening to the woman's shallow and continuous breathing. After being silent for a long time, he gently stood up and got dressed.
Relying on his own memory, Enson touched Ling Momo's cell phone, touched the screen, and saw a text message on it.
Enson stared at the screen for a while, then looked at the sleeping girl, glanced at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of disdain, a bit of ridicule, threw the phone on the empty seat, picked up his coat, and turned around
Leave.
When Ling Momo woke up, it was already the next day and Enson had already left.
Everything in the house was tidy, her clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table, and her shoes were neatly placed by the door.
Ling Momo was confused for a while and searched hard around the house, but she couldn't find any trace of Enson. She couldn't even see any trace of their lingering together last night.
Ling Momo soon realized that at three o'clock this afternoon, there was a PK competition for Shinhwa's new song in the SE company.
Ling Momo got up quickly and found her mobile phone. As soon as she opened it, she saw a text message.
See you tomorrow at 12:30 noon at the coffee shop of Big Carving Time——Lu Niange.
Lu Niange.
Carve time.
X big.
Meet.
The girl's expression was blank.
Lu Niange asked her to meet... half a year later, he actually asked her to meet...
Ling Momo's hand suddenly grasped the phone, tightly and with unusual force. The iPhone had sharp edges and corners, but she felt no pain at all.
The eye sockets are a little sore and swollen.
When something like that happened, he didn't see her, cut off all contact with her without saying a word, and ignored her.
He didn't know how long she had been waiting for this sentence...how long...
Ling Momo turned her head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, just like her mood at this time, mixed and confused. "Enson, it's still the same place, ten o'clock."
This paragraph should be no more than ten words, clean and concise.
Without waiting for Ling Momo to react, Li Qingshen hung up the phone.
I went downstairs, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, deliberately sprinkled some perfume, and drove to the city.
As usual, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already there and there were still no lights on in the house.
The curtains were drawn.
It was pitch dark inside the house, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Ling Momo could only feel a hot body pressing tightly against her body, with silky sheets behind her.
The two of them were very quiet, no one said anything, he just kissed her intently, kissing her tongue until it hurt.
There is not much difference between this time and the previous two times. Enson's movements are gentle and his posture is monotonous. Ling Momo has lost the pain from the previous two times and is becoming more compliant, as if she has gradually become accustomed to these things.
Ling Momo's indulgence seemed to have infected the man on her body. This time, it took longer than the previous two times.
Halfway through, Ling Momo's phone came with a tone and a flash of light, it was a text message. Ling Momo subconsciously opened her eyes.
Enson quickly grabbed the phone and threw it aside.
When Ling Momo opened her eyes, the room was still dark.
Before she had time to think about who was calling, her whole body was once again brought into endless sensory stimulation by Enson.
By the end, Ling Momo had fallen asleep.
Enson was lying on his bed, quietly listening to the woman's shallow and continuous breathing. After being silent for a long time, he gently stood up and got dressed.
Relying on his own memory, Enson touched Ling Momo's cell phone, touched the screen, and saw a text message on it.
Enson stared at the screen for a while, then looked at the sleeping girl, glanced at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of disdain, a bit of ridicule, threw the phone on the empty seat, picked up his coat, and turned around
Leave.
When Ling Momo woke up, it was already the next day and Enson had already left.
Everything in the house was tidy, her clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table, and her shoes were neatly placed by the door.
Ling Momo was confused for a while and searched hard around the house, but she couldn't find any trace of Enson. She couldn't even see any trace of their lingering together last night.
Ling Momo soon realized that at three o'clock this afternoon, there was a PK competition for Shinhwa's new song in the SE company.
Ling Momo got up quickly and found her mobile phone. As soon as she opened it, she saw a text message.
See you tomorrow at 12:30 noon at the coffee shop of Big Carving Time——Lu Niange.
Lu Niange.
Carve time.
X big.
Meet.
The girl's expression was blank.
Lu Niange asked her to meet... half a year later, he actually asked her to meet...
Ling Momo's hand suddenly grasped the phone, tightly and with unusual force. The iPhone had sharp edges and corners, but she felt no pain at all.
The eye sockets are a little sore and swollen.
When something like that happened, he didn't see her, cut off all contact with her without saying a word, and ignored her.
He didn't know how long she had been waiting for this sentence...how long...
Ling Momo turned her head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, just like her mood at this time, mixed and confused.
