Wang Qiu said nothing and looked him up and down.
The white shirt is slightly messy, with three buttons on the collar unbuttoned at the front of his neck. The skin on his chest is looming, and his bare feet must have taken off his shoes when he entered the door.
From Wang Qiu's perspective, his face had an angular curve to his jaw, a pair of phoenix eyes staring down at him like a wolf, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
He is tall and handsome.
Wang Qiu rubbed his lips with his hands, rolled his eyes at him, and then looked at him warily.
He was amused by Wang Qiu's actions: "Okay, we can continue."
Wang Qiu subconsciously took a step back: "What are you going to do?"
"Continue what you left off last night." As he spoke, he showed a harmless smile, walked forward in two steps, picked up Wang Qiu's waist, walked to the bed and laid her down on the bed.
Wang Qiu wanted to say something, but his lips pressed down again.
The kiss was long, soft, and gentle.
Wang Qiu unconsciously did not refuse. She had never felt like this before. It was as if an electric current rushed from her lower abdomen to the top of her head, electrocuting her.
Otherwise, why would my mind want to refuse, but my body would honestly cooperate?
After the kiss, the man continued to kiss her neck downwards.
At this time, Wang Qiu was like a piece of fish on the chopping board, lying on the bed and letting him slaughter him without any objection.
"So soft." He couldn't help but say.
Wang Qiu wanted to push him away, but his body was already soft and turned into a puddle of water. It seemed that he was trying to resist but welcomed him, which made him even more angry.
Wang Qiu recalled in his mind the scene where he saw Meng Hao and the woman at the door the night before yesterday, and then looked at the person pressing on him in front of him, his mouth went dry.
She was like a puppet on strings, being dominated and turned over and over.
After that, the man got up and wiped her body clean with a tissue in a gentlemanly manner, and then got up to take a shower.
Wang Qiu looked at his back and immediately blushed again.
She dove into the quilt, shouting in her heart, what are you doing! What to do!
But in my heart, I was recalling the scene just now.
After the man came out, Wang Qiu rushed into the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
The man wiped his hair, turned around and stood at the door and looked at her: "My name is Zhou Qianliu."
Wang Qiu wanted to tell him, please leave, but Naihe couldn't, so he could only continue taking a shower with his back turned.
After Wang Qiu took a shower and got dressed, he picked up his bag and walked to the door, watching Zhou Qianliu seeming to be cooking in the kitchen.
Zhou Qianliu heard the sound and walked out and looked at her: "Eat the meal I cooked before leaving."
"No." Wang Qiu politely refused, then turned and left without hesitation.
When Wang Qiu arrived at home, he sat on the bay window of the bedroom. The window was open, and the wind blew in, bringing a slight chill.
There were already three or five cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, and Wang Qiu was thinking about what happened in the past two days.
I thought I would be depressed for a while after the divorce, but when I got home, I realized that there was nothing to be sad about.
what is this?
Maybe it’s because he’s used to living alone, maybe it’s because Qin Chupei has never really appeared in his own world, maybe it’s because when he wants to be sad in his mind, he can’t find too many interactions between the two, so he can’t continue. sad.
In short, Wang Qiu still felt a little disappointed.
I feel bad when I think that that man will no longer be my legal husband, and that my love for so many years will end so inexplicably.
