Goodbye Wing On

When I came downstairs, the heat wave hit my face, he caught up from behind, took my hand, and interlocked my fingers.

He smiled at me, "I want to take a break."

To be honest, I really don't want to go to the hotel, but he must be tired from his flight so late last night and a business meeting this morning.

When I arrived at the hotel, he went to open a room. I asked the lobby attendant that there was a foot massage on the second floor. I planned to go for a foot massage.

I may have had that kind of desire/desire for him when I was young, but now, I really don't have it.

I don't want two people who add up to a hundred years old to be shirtless and look at each other's fat.

In addition, there may be a fight to solve the problem of attacking and accepting alliances, which is too energy-intensive and can be avoided if possible.

After opening the room, he walked over and said, "Go up." His expression was natural, without any ambiguity.

"I'm going to get a massage." I said, as if I was in a hurry to eat wild food.

He laughed at me, "What kind of person are you?" He pointed to women.

I laughed, "I've always been good."

"It's rare to meet, go up and sit down." It was like going to a neighbor's house for tea.

"You rest, I'll go for a massage."

Walking into the elevator, he pressed the 9th floor, and I pressed the 2nd floor.

When the elevator opened on the second floor, he suddenly put his arms around my waist. I didn't expect him to be so strong at such a young age. I didn't break free, and the elevator door closed.

Then I smiled, two big men, arguing for a fart, who is afraid of the other.

When I entered the room, I sat down on the sofa and stretched my legs on the bed. Damn, the double bed is quite big.He washed the cups, washed the kettle, and boiled water for tea.

After taking a sip of tattered leaf tea, which tasted like moldy dried vegetables, I said, "You can rest, I'll sit and watch TV."

In fact, I would rather pretend to be thirteen and go to the coffee shop, drink a pot of decent tea or bitter black coffee, chat with him in a pretentious manner under leisurely music, and enjoy his incomparably superb flirting service.

But he actually came to the hotel to open a room.

This isn't flirting anymore, it's meat blogging.

He glanced at me and lay down helplessly.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face with water in my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. At least I was not too deformed. The single eyelid of the terracotta warrior looked at me coldly. Under my deliberate control, I was not emotional after all.

Yongan came in and hugged my waist from behind. I thoughtfully let him lie on his back for two seconds, then shook him off and walked out.

He chased me from behind, pushed me down on the bed, squatted down and took off my shoes, and then lay down next to me, looking at me with clear eyes, "Let's just lie down and chat."

I lay on the bed, feeling a little unbelievable. I have said to myself again and again that he is forever in the past.

But he didn't let me go, and after so many years, he slipped me out again.

I sighed.

I said to myself, in my next life, the only person I don't want to meet again is him.

"Don't take me for a hooligan." He sighed.

I laughed, "You are not a rascal, you are an old rascal."

He turned over, held my face in his hands, and was about to kiss me, but I turned my head to the side, so he had to kiss my face, I pushed him away, got up and sat on the sofa.

I am stronger than him.

He sat on the bed helplessly, and I glanced at his bottom subconsciously. Maybe it was because of the jeans, so I didn’t see any changes. Of course, it may be that he is getting older, and it is more difficult to change.

I know myself, I don't have a trace of desire/desire to be present, probably because I didn't drink deer whip soup at noon, of course, it may also be that I still prefer women's soft bodies.

In fact, for so many years, I have always wanted to ask, have you ever loved me.

However, I can't ask.

Can't speak.

I really can't get on with him.bed.

Not even talking in bed.

The reason why he doesn't want to kiss is because the first position is lost, so the last position cannot be defended. He is undoubtedly a skilled talent.

Since I can't get his love, then I can't stand in the team of his friends with sex.

It's disgusting to think about.

For so many years, let me become a slightly special existence.Not a lover, not a friend with benefits, not a friend.

Maybe that way he'll remember me a little bit.

Several times he threw me onto the bed, and I broke free easily. To be honest, my physical strength is much better than his.

Over the years, I have dealt with many people, and the only person who doesn't want to be with him is him.

Passion/desire is always easy to come by.

Relying on money, power, or face, etc., will do.

"I haven't been here in two years," he said.

I thought, it's none of my business if I haven't been here for 20 years, "Find a handsome guy, or a little girl."

"I'm basically self-reliant." He is serious.

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together." I laughed.

"Then let's have fun." He rushed over while talking, and I kicked him, and actually kicked him out of bed. Fortunately, there was a carpet on the floor, so he didn't break his old bones.

We all laughed.

I laughed out tears.

"That's not how goblins fight. Have you read the Red Chamber?" He lay on the ground laughing.

"I'm not a goblin, so I had to fight like this. You can be a veteran." I smiled on the bed.

Rolling around on the bed is always boring, and it might go off without a shot. Fortunately, we are all in jeans, so it was very safe, and it didn't drop an inch. Later, I said, "I want to see the little waist, I haven't been there, you can sleep here."

He had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll go with you too."

Before I came out, I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. If anyone else, I would have sex with him or her.bed, but he can't.

He knocked on the door outside, "You scoundrel, what are you doing behind the lock?"

I ignored him and continued pouring cold water on my face with my hands.