Chapter 390
Wang Jiazhi never knew what foreplay was. The novels all described it as drinking first, then looking at bound feet or something, and then that was it.
The first time, he hadn't done any foreplay. She'd been mulling over and planning for days, coming up with several options. She'd finally decided on which one to use in the car on the way to the apartment. Unexpectedly, this guy didn't follow the routine at all. It was nothing like what was described in the novel, nothing at all.
But fortunately... it's not bad, just as she had imagined, not cruel, nor intoxicating, but a combination of both.
The second time, she finally got through it, but she hadn't expected it to be anything different. He started giving her foreplay, and she finally understood what foreplay was. Later, she thought, what a fool she was, thinking that drinking and looking at bound feet constituted foreplay.
It turns out kissing is so comfortable. Last time, I was too flustered. I was looking forward to what it would feel like to kiss, but he did that as soon as he came in, and I just remember being breathless. I didn't get to savor what it felt like to kiss for the first time, but my lips were swollen from kissing him. It turns out that kissing can make your lips swell! In the movies, people kiss so passionately and their lips are still fine. After all, they are professionals, and the actors have skills. Even after kissing like that, their lips are still fine, but hers are swollen. In addition to tying a tie, she also read novels and watched movies to learn how to kiss. She was still thinking about what to do when the time comes, but there was no chance at all. He was like that as soon as he came in, not giving her any initiative at all.
But now it seems not difficult to learn, once attached to her, she can't help but do everything. This guy is really good at it, he made her so confused that she couldn't think of anything else.
He was also very surprised at the time. Nothing serious had happened, but it was just a warm-up. How could she become so intense?
After his foreplay, she was immediately drunken and couldn't help but do the same thing to him. She couldn't help but do many things that she had previously thought were absolutely unacceptable and shouldn't be done. After she sobered up, she thought about it, this was only the second time she had done this with him, and she couldn't believe she had done it.
Why was I so stupid as to do such a disgusting thing? For this kind of thing, as long as the right person and the right mood are involved, anything is possible. What kind of experience is needed?
That time was much more intense than the last time, because after the first time, she barely remembered anything. There were a few strands of his hair stuck to her body, and it felt like she had done everything.
He didn't know when he left, and she vaguely remembered that when he was about to leave, she hugged his neck tightly and didn't want him to leave.
The sun shone through the curtains onto her body, and she stared out the window in a daze, as if she had returned to the beginning of the world, a time of silence.
She felt as if she had accomplished something that had to be done.
It would have been nice to die cleanly. But she couldn't do that anymore. At least today, she finally knew what had happened. The obsession that had tormented her for so long was finally resolved.
For herself, her future, her love, her dignity, her wealth and glory—everything seemed hopeless. Others saw the end at a glance, but she saw death. Later, thinking back, perhaps many people have a premonition of impending death. When she landed in Shanghai, she felt like a wandering ghost, perhaps about to die. Better to be a dog in peacetime than a human in troubled times. Her life was worse than a dog's; she might as well die.
She knew that no matter what happened, it was impossible to undo it. Now that she had agreed to join this operation with Old Wu, who knew if it would be another sacrifice in vain, and she would even lose her life. But what else could she do? What else could she hope for?
Now all that's left is school, which will take another three years to complete. Who knows what will happen in those three years? Will her aunt be willing to let her study for three years? Just like now, she eats either black-faced steamed buns or relief rice, and even then she still can't get enough. The relief rice is not only coarse and scratchy, but also full of weeds, sand and gravel. You can't even pick it out, and chewing it will break your teeth. She has submitted her manuscripts to newspapers many times, but none of them have been accepted.
The Japanese devils are going too far!
Whether it's for the country or for yourself, whether you succeed or die a martyr, it doesn't matter if you die heroically.
She picked up a strand of his hair and now thought, besides this, it would be nice to be able to live a few days of human life before dying. After these two times, she found that she liked him.
As he was about to leave, she threw her arms around his neck and whimpered, acting like a spoiled child. She had never imagined she would one day do something so cheesy. But she couldn't help herself, and she did it. That was the first time she acted like a spoiled child with him, and from then on, it happened almost every time, uncontrollably.
She was no longer as rebellious as she had been the first time. She nestled in his arms, soft and white, like a little white kitten, and even hugged his neck, begging him to leave. He was also very excited and happy.
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