Chapter 93
The rain was still falling outside, and the bed was cold, damp, and covered with a fine dust. Wang Jiazhi lay weakly on the bed. Her old illness had returned, and her bones began to ache again.
"Why is he still like this?" she said helplessly.
She didn't do that this time. He could do whatever he wanted, but why was he still like this? Could it be that he just had this preference, but he didn't do it later? Maybe he was stimulated again recently.
At that time, she thought that even if she wanted to do that, there should still be foreplay.
It seems that the novels and movies she watched were both Chinese and foreign.
In "Jin Ping Mei", Ximen Qing was obsessed with that thing, but before that, he would first drink, listen to music, look at bound feet and purses, and then when he was happy, flirting would come naturally.
Don’t all philandering men like women to play hard to get and tease them? It makes the relationship more interesting.
Ximen and Pan Jinlian first looked at the bound feet, and he and Li Ping'er first drank the wedding wine in each other's arms.
She had wanted to do the same thing back then. He didn't seem interested in her posing, but just wanting to have some romance when she took off her stockings, he acted so ferocious.
Wang Jiazhi got up from the bed. Her dress had been tangled up again, making it unwearable. She had bruises all over her body. She took out a mirror and saw her mouth was swollen. She felt two kinds of pain all over her body.
She put on her raincoat, packed up and went back. She felt pain after taking a few steps.
She sat in the car terrified, afraid that people would notice that her clothes were torn.
As soon as she got home, she showered, changed her clothes, and got into bed. Mrs. Yi was out today and would probably be back very late, so she could lie in the house all day.
She drew the curtains, and the puppy curled up in its nest, poking its head out and sticking out its tongue.
Wang Jiazhi pulled the quilt up to cover her head, creating a small, warm, yet suffocating enclosed space.
She didn't stick her head out until she was almost out of breath.
She woke up in the middle of the night. The quilt was cold and her bones hurt even more.
Wang Jiazhi was in so much pain she couldn't sleep. She turned on the light and tried to continue knitting, but then she remembered how she'd been in someone else's house, with lights on in the dead of night. She sighed, turned off the light, and continued to lie down.
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