Zhou Fuhai is the kind of person who would rather not do it than wear a condom. In his mind, wearing that thing is like not really touching his own body. It is no different from watching other people do it. Only two people really know each other.
Only when the physical contact is really deep is it done.
Zhou Fuhai naturally chose not to get inside. If he could really control it at the last moment, Zhou Fuhai would try his best to control it. If it really didn't work, there would be no need to control it. This kind of thing is like this, because he was lonely and empty because he couldn't control himself.
You do it on impulse.
He gently took off their clothes, and Zhou Fuhai didn't make too many preludes. What they wanted was not a lingering love and a kiss, they just wanted to use each other's body to vent themselves, and they went straight in. Zhou Fuhai liked to be with each other.
If a woman doesn't want to have sex with her, she won't be pretentious and won't waste time.
Nahan's welcome was just right, and he matched Zhou Fuhai's movements and impacts. This was the tacit understanding they had developed over the past few years together. They were neither slow nor hasty, and every move was done just right.
When he was about to collapse, he looked at Zhou Fuhai who was lying on his body and pushed him hard: "No, no, Zhou Fuhai, you can't do this." At this time, Zhou Fuhai was like a tower.
Na Han's body was pressed tightly like a hill, and he didn't move at all.
In the end, Nahan had no choice but to feel Zhou Fuhai surrendering inside her. While it brought an inexplicable helplessness to her heart, it also brought a peak of unexplained happiness to her body.
The beauty of a relationship between a man and a woman can only be understood at the last critical moment. After that, Zhou Fuhai deliberately lay on her body for a while, then got down, got dressed, and looked proud.
"Am I not going to let you cum inside me?" Nahan frowned while wiping his body that had just been harmed by Zhou Fuhai.
"I didn't control it well just now." Zhou Fuhai held a cigarette in his mouth and sat on the sofa. He had no intention of leaving immediately. He looked more like he was admiring the traces of his battle.
"I knew you wouldn't take it out." Nahan shook his head and didn't blame Zhou Fuhai deeply. It would be better to take some medicine for this kind of thing. She has not gotten to the point of crying, making trouble, and worrying.
"If you know, don't tell me, don't push me." Zhou Fuhai crossed his legs and said, "I want to see Guan Ning."
"What did you see him for?" Na Han looked at Zhou Fuhai in confusion. His smile seemed sincere, but she just looked awkward and felt that there was something ulterior hidden in Zhou Fuhai's smile. Since it was ulterior,
Yes, of course she couldn't guess it.
"I want to talk to him and help him." Zhou Fuhai said lightly.
"What's there to talk about between you two?"
"There are no lifelong friends or lifelong enemies. If we were enemies before, we will most likely become friends in the future." Zhou Fuhai smiled.
"Do you think it's business?" Nahan was filled with mist.
"It's a big deal. Just help me make an appointment with him." Zhou Fuhai sat upright: "This is a matter of life and death for me. It's very important."
"Okay, I'll try my best. I guess he wants to see you now. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news." Nahan agreed.
When Zhou Fuhai was about to go out, he still dropped his cigarette butt and said something that made Nahan want to tear him into pieces: "I just shot it inside on purpose. How can I do such a thing? I shot it outside in the end. How boring."
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It's very peaceful inside the prison. Nothing major has happened recently. Every day at work is the same as repeating the same things for life. Zhou Fuhai stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. Not far away are the women inside the iron fence of the prison area. You can do whatever you want with your beauty.
You have conquered the country and the city, and when you get here, your beauty is destined to grow old.
After sighing for a while, Fang Fang came over and stood beside him, looking in the direction Zhou Fuhai was looking at. The rest of the people were having lunch, and there were only two of them in the office, which was relatively quiet.
"What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing." Zhou Fuhai turned his head and glanced at Fang Fang: "It's a pity that so much good youth has been wasted here."
"They did something wrong and this is punishment." Fang Fang said simply.
"What about us, them, those people who have done many wrong things? They are wrong, who will give the world justice." For the first time, an erratic look flashed in Zhou Fuhai's eyes, which looked pale and empty.