Excellent little farmer

I frowned and turned my gaze to the shoe rack. I took a quick look and saw that there were only a dozen pairs of exquisite ladies' leather shoes on it. I smiled bitterly and said, "You're lying again. Women don't want to say anything when they're drunk." Is it true?"

The young woman chuckled a few times, threw the cushion in her hand, turned over, and murmured: "If I hadn't been drunk, how could I have brought a strange man home? I was still a taxi driver. It's really wonderful. The irony!”

I walked over slowly, sat next to her, put my hand on her buttocks, stroked her gently, and said with a smile: "You look very lonely and in pain. Is there anything you want to talk to?" "

The young woman sighed, stretched out her right hand, grabbed my wrist, frowned and said, "Wait, that's not what it feels like."

I frowned and asked doubtfully, "What kind of feeling do you want?"

The young woman held her chin in her hands, stared at the shiny floor, and said in a daze: "It feels like being helped home after getting off the car."

I smiled and said thoughtfully, "I seem to understand what you mean."

The young woman smiled faintly, shook her head and said: "What's the use of understanding? What you are thinking about now is probably how you can coax the beautiful woman on the sofa to take off her clothes and accompany you to bed through sweet words to satisfy your desire to conquer. You don’t care about what I really think.”

I was a little embarrassed, touched my nose, smiled, and said softly: "You are very direct in your speech, not as weak as you look."

The young woman pursed her lips and smiled and murmured: "You are also very handsome in appearance and have a good temperament. You are not like an ordinary taxi driver."

"What does that look like?" I admired this young woman's keen insight and asked with interest.

The young woman shook her head slightly and sighed: "I can't tell, it doesn't look like a taxi driver anyway."

I nodded thoughtfully, sat back on the sofa, looked at the crystal chandelier above my head, and pondered silently.

The young woman sat up, turned her head, looked at me sideways, and said calmly: "What are you thinking about?"

I touched my chin, smiled, and said softly: "How can I trick you into going to bed with my sweet words?"

The young woman chuckled, then stretched out her slender hand, brushed her hair, and said with some melancholy: "If you provoke me, you will be in trouble."

I smiled slightly, shook my head, and said calmly: "I already have a lot of troubles, and I don't care about a few more."

The young woman stretched and said softly: "I'm thirsty. You go and make tea."

I nodded with a wry smile, picked up the teapot, walked to the kitchen, boiled water, made strong tea, and returned to the living room, where the two of them sipped the tea in silence.

Ten minutes later, the young woman lowered her head and fiddled with the cup gently with her fingers. After the "dah la la" sound, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "If... I drive you away now, will you leave? ?”

"No." I sat back on the sofa, playing with the cup in my hand, and muttered: "It tastes good, it's the kind I like."

The young woman's face was slightly red, she held her face in her hands and lay on the sofa, hesitantly saying: "Then can you promise to forget this night?"

"No." I glanced at her and shook my head slightly.

The young woman frowned and pouted: "At least, don't harass me in the future. If you can't do this, you must leave immediately."

I put down the cup and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise you, if you want, we can be just passers-by in the future and not disturb each other's lives."

The young woman breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out an onion-cut jade finger, pointed at the stairs and said: "Hold me upstairs, go up slowly, the slower the better."

I turned sideways, took a deep breath, picked up the young woman lying on the sofa, walked up the stairs slowly, walked upstairs step by step, turned on the wall lamp, stopped, and said softly: "If you feel dissatisfied, we can You can go again.”

"That's it..."

The young woman shook her head slightly, struggled to stand up, walked to the bathroom, opened the decaled glass door, looked back, and said calmly: "Go downstairs and come back in an hour."

I was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Why does it take so long?"

The young woman lowered her head, touched the big red words of "Happy" on the glass, and said softly: "After you take a bath, you need to take two sleeping pills. When I fall asleep, you can come in again."

I shook my head, unbuttoned my shirt, put it on the railing, and said calmly: "That's not the feeling I like."

The young woman reached out and turned off the wall lamp, turned around, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't do that, just do as I say. This is the biggest bottom line."

I took off my clothes, walked over slowly, step by step, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, there is nothing to worry about."

The young woman covered her face with her hands, shook her head and said, "No, I'm not ready yet..."

I picked her up, walked into the bathroom, turned on the dazzling lights, and reached out to take off her black turtleneck sweater. The young woman grabbed the hem of the sweater, bit her lip, and said stubbornly: "No, this won't work. "

I put my hand on her waist, slid it down gently along her flat and smooth belly, and whispered: "Why not..."

In the early morning, Cheng Lin turned over, hugged the pillow with both hands, and fell asleep again. Half asleep and half awake, she was still a little suspicious, as if she was lying on the sofa after being drunk and had a very long dream. , the dream was very absurd. After taking a taxi and leaving the club, she actually took a strange man home.