I knew I couldn't stop a man from having sex when he was in heat, so I could only retreat and turn my face away from him without looking into his eyes, "Can I take that? I don't want to take medicine every time."
He took out his hand and took out the box he had bought at the drugstore from the drawer. Xu Ziyang's movements stopped suddenly, his dangerous eyes flicked over the small rectangular box, and then he looked at me with a heavy look.
I vaguely feel that he is going to get angry again, but after all, taking too much medicine will be bad for my health, especially since I don’t want to lick the bitterness on the tip of my tongue every time and swallow it with sadness. He is the one who wants to be happy, so I can’t take protective measures.
?This is just one more procedure for him, but it is also a salvation for me.
I definitely don’t want to have another child, because I don’t want to have one and then lose it. It would be suffocating. I feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, lying naked on the chopping board waiting for the butcher to kill me. Suddenly I feel like this
The metaphor is a little laughable. If Xu Ziyang knew that I compared him to a butcher, his whole face would probably turn black.
After meeting again this time, I have always been in a passive position. Xu Ziyang pressed forward step by step. He was like a deep pool with no bottom, but I seemed to be transparent and open in front of his eyes. This was the gap and what I was forced to do.
The reason why there is no way.
Suddenly, he chuckled, got off me, and began to arrange his clothes slowly, looking at me coldly: "Yu Qian, you are good at splashing cold water, but you will also choose fruity ones.
Huh?" Then under my surprised gaze, he lowered himself down again, this time grabbed my wrists, clasped his hands together and fixed them on the head of the bed.
My breath was swallowed up, my lips and tongue penetrated, attacking the city. When he entered without any hindrance, I was left panting, and my heart felt cold. He wanted it, but was unwilling to make any compromise. Is this the selfishness of a man?
?But when the capture was complete and I became confused, he suddenly withdrew, not knowing what he was groping for, and quickly rushed in again. The different touch made me understand what he had just done.
I can't describe what I feel, but there is a sourness in my heart. He released with a low roar, and I reached the peak with him. I have to admit that Xu Ziyang is very experienced and skilled in the love affairs between men and women, but his skills just increased all at once.
Ironic.
After a long time, it was only in the afternoon. From morning to now, I haven't eaten anything, and my stomach is growling with hunger. The hands around my waist loosened a little, and a lazy tone whispered in my ear: "Are you hungry?" I said honestly.
Nodding, I don't have the mental energy to fight with him at any time. The body is the capital of revolution.
I saw him get up and pick up the phone to order takeout, and then started to get dressed. When he saw me getting off the ground from the other side, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing again?"
"Take a shower." My whole body is sticky and I need to take a shower.
With a light body, he bent down and picked him up, "I want to take a shower too, let's go together." Then this "together" almost fired again in the bathroom. Fortunately, the doorbell rang and the takeaway was delivered. He cursed in a low voice.
He casually put on his pants and walked out to open the door.
When I was wiping my hair and walking out, I saw Xu Ziyang opening the takeout box, and then he spontaneously went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks and put them on the table. After his eyes drifted past me, he stared at my injured ankle, then walked over and started again.
I picked it up and carried it to the table. I thought he was taking care of me, a "disabled person". I opened the box and saw that it was Kam Kee's dish that he usually likes to eat.
He is a very picky person, and it is rare for him to say that a dish is good, and this Kam Kee restaurant has this honor.
I was not polite to him, and wolfed down my food. When I finished my meal, I raised my head and found that he was staring at me with interest. He stretched out his hand across the table, touched my face lightly, and then
He retracted and joked: "It's really ugly to eat, like a refugee."
I saw a grain of rice on his finger, and he put it into his mouth. I suddenly felt that this move seemed too ambiguous, and my face turned red slightly, avoiding his burning gaze.
