I leaned over and held her shoulders, and kissed her ear gently. She shrank suddenly and said tremblingly: "I didn't ask you to pick me up because I missed you. No, no."
!" Her voice became muffled, and she could almost hear her breathing.
I didn't listen to her, and suddenly I hugged her tightly and said, "I love you, I want you, I can't control it anymore, don't reject me, I don't want you to be responsible, I'm sincere, I
I want to be with you, please promise me, okay? I will listen to you in everything from now on, okay? I-" I felt like I was suffocating, and my body felt so uncomfortable.
Guan Ling whispered even more: "Don't tempt me, I -" She couldn't bear it anymore, and her body began to feel uncomfortable. She frowned, then turned around suddenly and shrank into my arms,
She said in my arms: "I don't love you, I don't want to have anything to do with you, don't get me wrong, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, what you said, how could you be so bad, you can't, please hug me
, I don’t mean anything else, really, you—”
I hugged her and was very happy. I thought she loved me and she was willing, right? She said that on purpose. I hugged her and started to kiss her forehead and move my hands around her body.
Go, she felt extremely uncomfortable being kissed and caressed by me. She hugged me fiercely with both hands, panting in my arms, and was even so excited that she was about to cry. She actually cried. She scared me.
Already.
I gasped and said, "Don't cry, what's wrong?" I didn't know how a grown-up woman felt at this time. I had only experienced Liu Qian, and she didn't cry at the time. I always thought that only little girls cried.
But she actually cried, and I believed that the crying must have come from me, from the touch of this skin-to-skin contact.
"Don't bully me, okay? Don't bully my sister, I beg you, please -" She said this because she didn't understand the purpose of her actions at the time, so I stopped immediately. When I saw her like this, I
I was a little moved, and I didn’t want to go any further. I even felt that what I was doing was really wrong.
Seeing me stop, she said again: "You - you -" I still didn't quite understand, so I said: "I'm sorry, I, I -" I smiled and said, "I was a little impulsive, I'm sorry!"
She straightened her clothes and turned around and said, "That's right, don't be like this. You are still young and can be easily impulsive, especially at your age. We, oh, I'm really, I'm older than you, I actually -
-" She hurriedly said: "You can't do this anymore, you know? No, I will be angry!" She suddenly became really angry, and she was not in a good mood. I was particularly puzzled, what was going on?
What did I do wrong? If she didn't give me a chance just now, how could I dare to do those deep things? But now she blames me and seems to have come to her senses. Maybe she really doesn't love me, just because she instinctively
My body has not been tempted by me, that's why it is like this.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel lost again. I was stunned and felt bad. I went to get a cigarette. I had never smoked in her car before, but I couldn't control myself.
I shook my hands and went to light the cigarette. I lit it several times before I lit it. My body felt very uncomfortable and I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I frowned and she said stupidly next to me: "Smoke less!"
Just as I was about to choke it out, she quickly said: "It's okay, just smoke it!"
I smoked without looking at her, hoping that I could still have a start and continue, that she could still be like me just now, and that I wouldn't feel anxious.
But she didn't. I finished smoking and calmed down a little.
She said softly: "Let's go back!"
My heart was cold and I was completely disappointed. I nodded and said: "Well, okay, I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, it was all my fault -" I don't know why I am so hypocritical, but
Still said this.
She shook her head and said, "Oh, it's okay, no -" She actually became extremely serious.
On the way back by car, I was particularly irritable and absent-minded. I think she could tell. I occasionally went to see her. She kept looking out the window and was in a daze. I didn't know if she was scared by me or something.
Do you think the same as me? It just feels bigger than me and we can’t do it. Is it unrealistic? She has had so many experiences?
I can't understand it at all. Women are so difficult to understand, especially grown-up women. You can't understand her thoughts at all.
Back at the company, Mr. Bai went to her office. When we broke up, she stopped me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Her eyes seemed to still retain the same tension and smell from before. We
Looking into each other's eyes, she took a long time to say: "You, what do you usually do at night?"
I immediately said: "Oh, it's nothing. I just went back to surf the Internet, watch movies, and then went to bed."
She paused again and said, "Oh, by the way, if you don't have anything to do tonight, can you go to my house and help me check the computer again?" She is a silly woman. I suddenly understood and I was happy.
, Ha, it turns out that you are thinking about it, you are thinking about it, you were embarrassed just now, it was all my fault, I did not understand, now you have taken the initiative and asked me to go to your house, God, I understand,
I see.
I was so happy and excited when I heard what she said.
But I think you are really stupid, can't you make another excuse? Or repair the computer. What brand is your computer? Do you use it to popcorn every day? Why is it so easy to break? Or do you secretly log in to some Internet?
A virus?
I laughed, and she said coldly: "Why are you laughing?" She still pretended to be innocent, but suddenly she laughed herself. She smiled sheepishly, frowned and said, "My computer is really
It's broken!" Her face turned red, and her whole body was filled with that charming and coquettish feeling. She was so beautiful and made men feel so comfortable.
I said: "Isn't your husband at home?"
As soon as she heard me mention her husband, she became very nervous. She avoided this and did not want to mention it. She said, "What do you have at home? You are here to help me repair my computer anyway!"
This sentence is so interesting. Anyway, I went to help her repair her computer. I couldn't help but start to mutter again. Maybe she really asked me to help her repair her computer. Yes, her husband was at home, and she asked me
Go help her repair her computer, what else can you do?
I felt lost again. I felt like I was about to be tortured to death by her. She was really tormenting me, but there was nothing I could do about it. She just let me go. It didn’t matter.
She went home first in the afternoon, and when she left, she called me and said, "Come to my house around eight o'clock in the evening. I'll be waiting for you then!" I said, "Well, okay, I'll go there after get off work. .”
After work, I ate first, and then waited until about 7:30 before taking a taxi to her house. When I came out, I cleaned myself up, looked at myself in the mirror repeatedly, and put on a new suit.
The suit, the whole person looks very energetic, and I feel pretty good. I still have expectations. I hope there will be something. I hope her husband doesn’t go home because he has a party in the evening. That would be great. Thinking of this, I feel like I
Some sins.
But I can't control myself from thinking this way.
When I arrived at her villa, I was very familiar with it. I hadn't been here for a long time. After she got married, I never came again. I felt a little nostalgic. When I was here, she was alone. I regret it very much.
Why didn't you do it at that time? If you had done it at that time, maybe she would have been mine long ago, and now——
I stood outside the villa and rang the doorbell. The door opened and she ran out. She was wearing a skirt, a formal dress, and she seemed to have been dressed up. She looked particularly energetic, with a youthful face and red lips.
Yes, my feet were wearing slippers, my feet were bare, no socks, and my fair thighs were underneath.
When she saw me, she smiled shyly. She was different from before, and even more different from when she was in the company. Now she is a woman at home, a young woman, a young woman from a good family, fresh and refined, a good young woman with this pastoral scenery.
.
She said: "Come in!"
I changed my slippers and she closed the door. I stood there and whispered: "Your husband, husband, are you at home?"
Seeing that I was nervous, she smiled with those particularly evil eyes and said, "I'm not here, what's wrong?"
After hearing this, I felt crazy again, but I covered it up and said: "No, it's nothing, I just asked, just asked!"
She still looked the same, raising her head slightly and saying, "Do you really hope that he is not at home?"
I said no, and she walked over with a smile. She walked to the computer, and it was turned on. She sat there and I looked around the room. The room was different from before. She said to me, "What are you looking at?"
"
I said: "No, nothing!"
She stood up and walked next to me. She approached me and said, "My husband is on a business trip and just left. Are you afraid?"
I was stunned for a moment and said, "Why should I be afraid?"
She murmured, put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't leave that night, do you dare?"
I looked back at her, and she raised her head and looked at me intoxicatedly, with blurred eyes, her tongue came out slightly, she was very confused, and she was panting. Then I hugged her crazily and held her in my arms forcefully.
We started kissing me eagerly, and she went crazy, grabbing me with both hands and kissing my lips.
The two of them were like a volcano erupting, spiraling thousands of miles out of control.
The dry fire started burning.
"I miss you. I'm not in love with you. I really don't. I want you. I want--" she said eagerly. She is a fool. She has already treated me like this at this time, and she actually said that it's not true.
She still said that she loves me, but I didn't care about it at all. I believed that this was not what she really meant.
I stroked her back with both hands and kissed her profusely. While kissing, I said, "Really? Do you know that you have made me suffer so much? You have been torturing me for so many days and so long."
Me, you make me crazy, make me depressed, make me happy one day and depressed the next, it’s all you, it’s you, oh, baby, Bai, Bai Ling——”
"Oh, I want you, I want it, I don't care, I really don't care anymore -"
Then we kissed and stuck our tongues into her mouth. She was intoxicated and happily, and suddenly shouted, "Ah, crazy, go to hell, don't think about it, don't go!"