Chapter 225
The sunlight shone on them through the curtains. She woke up and felt a little cold on her face. The red rose petals on the bedside had fallen on them.
She looked at him hazily; he hadn't woken up yet.
Thinking about what happened at night, God... he was even more... when he was young than when he was old...
After the first time, she no longer believed that he was weak, and she didn't believe that taking medicine could have such an effect.
She looked up at him again. Was this his first marriage?
She moaned and buried her head back in his arms.
The all-too-familiar feeling from last night returned. She still wanted it after just one time, but… she couldn't help but be reserved. He didn't bring it up. But neither of them could sleep. She nestled in his arms, the two of them lying in silence.
In the past, if she still wanted it, she could have told him and he would have agreed. But now she couldn't bring herself to speak up, because he just wanted to, and he was probably too embarrassed.
They didn't know how long they lay there, neither of them saying a word, and then... she was in a trance and returned to the past, sometimes even more...
He woke up in a daze, moaned, turned over, hugged her tightly in his arms, rubbed and kissed her, and started to act coquettishly.
"you say……"
"Um."
"It doesn't look like this is your first marriage."
"I really didn't, you have to believe me. I'm so sad that you're doing this."
"Okay, okay, I believe you." Why was this guy such a spoiled brat when he was young?
But you can also see that old age also has some of that. She looked down at him, and the two of them overlapped again. Back then, he sometimes liked to nestle in her arms...
After a day of rest, I have to go to work as usual the next day.
It was the same thing the night before... He actually didn't oversleep and woke up on time.
He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Wake up?"
Even though her bones were about to fall apart, she still struggled to get up. It wasn't that he insisted, but it was just that neither of them could control the other. As soon as she stood up, she coquettishly rested her head on his hairy legs. She could finally touch her beloved wool pants again.
She always thought that he was like that because he spent too much money and had too many women, but it turned out that this had nothing to do with those things.
They work during the day and at night...
That long-lost feeling of floating in the air. Although he was similar to someone in his twenties and in his forties, those differences were both exciting and surprising in their own way.
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