There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

"Come out with me today."

Early in the morning, I felt that the people around me seemed to want to get up, so I quickly grabbed him.

"I still have work today." Mr. Model said, but lay down again simply.

In my mind, I calculated the money I lost by turning off a day's work and the money spent on booking a movie theater. It was very painful. Compared with it, a day's salary of a model man was insignificant.

"The job is dismissed." I remembered that the little girl told me to be gentle and considerate, and added: "It doesn't matter about the job, I have money."

Although Mr. Model doesn't like the appearance of money, he seems to like it when I say it like this, so he came over to me with a smile and asked, "Are you not working today?"

My heart hurts, I am really afraid that my father will take me up with a kitchen knife in my dream.

The face was as calm as ever: "I want to rest today."

Mr. Model has been with me for two years. This is the first time I have offered to take a break. He is probably very happy, and it seems to be prostitution in the early morning.

I don't want to spend my days off in bed at all.

"Get up quickly, you have to go out later." I pushed him, and rolled the quilt up to myself.

The model woke up in a good mood, changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then made breakfast.

In fact, I think Mr. Model is more like the one below when it is fully functional except when it is on the bed.

At the end, Mr. Model also added a function to help you get dressed.

I closed my eyes, stretched out my hand when I said I would stretch out my hand, raised my leg when asked to raise my leg, and honestly changed into a set of clothes that the model Mr. liked.

In fact, I prefer suits, especially dark ones, which I think are more in line with the temperament of the president.But Mr. Model prefers to let me wear light-colored clothes.

I should be following Mr. Model all day today, so I looked at the clothes on my body and shut my mouth silently.

After dinner, Mr. Model went to wash the dishes. I walked around to the study and took out the roses I bought last night, feeling like my heart would burst.

Why are flowers that are inedible, inedible, and will wither so expensive?I really can't understand it.

I walked all the way to the kitchen with the flower, and hurriedly handed it to Mr. Model so that I wouldn't feel bad looking at it.

"Give it to me?" The model's eyes were a little brighter, which reminded me of a dog, but when I thought of another cruel model, I expanded the image of the dog into a large and fierce dog in my mind.

I nodded.

Mr. Model happily accepted the roses.

It seems that the little girl's method is quite good?Do I have too much prejudice against online novels?

Next, I'm going to take Mr. Model to the movies.

It's very irrational to book a movie theater, but fortunately, I found a remedy: book the movie theater in the morning and get a [-]% discount.

This is by far the most comforting thing for me.

Driving to the movie theater, I bought another big bucket of popcorn and chips.

"Do you eat popcorn?" I asked.

Mr. Model shook his head.

Yes, I remember that Mr. Model still needs to maintain his perfect figure that looks thin and fleshy when he is dressed and undressed. It is too much to waste such a big bucket of popcorn.

I was very happy to start eating popcorn, it was crispy.

Soon, the movie begins.

Although the little girl introduced a romance movie, I really don’t think there is any need for a romance movie, so I rationally chose a documentary about military and political records during World War II.

This film is very much to my liking. I watched and watched, and the action of picking up popcorn slowly slowed down.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being lifted up.

I was startled, and my whole body was about to jump up.

I restrained myself in time, and asked coldly, "Why?"

Mr. Model sat me on his lap while holding popcorn to my mouth.

"I'll feed you."

I want to watch a movie and I don't have time for popcorn, so think of it, Mr. Model's proposal is great.

I acquiesced.

Then I lived the happy time of watching movies and eating popcorn, until I had a habit of biting popcorn and bit into something soft.

I looked down wondering, oh, I accidentally took the model's hand as popcorn.

I should apologize.

I turned my head and was about to explain the situation, when I saw Mr. Model's dark eyes, and felt his hands hug me tightly before I knew it.

Big things are bad.

"You..." As soon as I opened my mouth, the model man kissed again. I don't know if it was because he was in an unfamiliar place, but I felt that he was very excited. I could even feel something hard under his buttocks.

I must, and must stop this inexplicable estrus.

I turned my head to watch the most critical part of the documentary and said, "Can we not..."

"No." Mr. Model interrupted me resolutely, and swallowed my next words by the way.

In the end, of course, he succeeded.

The first time I've ever done anything like this in a movie theater, and the first time I've sat in it, the experience was horrible, Mr. Model came in deeper than usual, and I was more tired than usual.

I curled up in Mr. Model's arms tiredly, not knowing how to go on with my day, I haven't eaten from the street stall yet.

"I'll have some clothes brought over in a while, you sleep for a while." Mr. Model said softly, and put his surviving coat on me.

When I was half asleep and half awake, I saw a few people I had never seen before quietly delivering two sets of clothes.

Those people were chattering in English, and I tried my best to listen, but I vaguely heard something like going back and getting angry.

Mr. Model replied in English: "Tell him not to meddle in his own business."

Who are these people?

I was shocked, as if I woke up from a dream again.

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