mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Sure enough, people make some outrageous decisions at night.

It’s not the first time in my life to fall in love, but it’s the first time I’ve seen the horror of being asked for a kiss by a serious German. I couldn’t kiss through a mask on the subway. When I entered the house, I was wrapped around my waist and pressed against the wall to kiss.

I was really out of oxygen, and the tingling feeling ran from my forehead to the tip of my nose.

"It's okay," I told Frank, "it's okay, I love you too."

Until noon the next day, I couldn't adapt to the sudden changes in my life. I had to practice in the afternoon and rehearse in the evening. Frank went to the company early in the morning, and I slept at his house all morning.

Hugging the pillow, even after waking up, lying on his bed, a little happy, a little angry, turned on the front of the phone, saw his hair messed up into a pile of grass, took two hypocritical selfies, and sent a friend lock up.

Matching word: angry.

I got up after lying down enough, and opened the door to pick up the lunch that Frank ordered for me. I originally wanted to go out to eat, but before I could resist, I had already arranged it. I didn’t ask about his love history, no I know if I was so thoughtful and clingy when I was in love before.

Liao Yiran wrote under my Moments: Angry?You are talking irony.

I replied: no.

On a sunny day in July, I went off the track with an unprecedented mood, not extremely happy, but the current depression is not a typical depression, I just regret that I can't stand the sugar-coated bullets, so I succumb to the him.

I originally planned to whet his appetite, and wanted to see him look like he couldn't love him, but I couldn't help myself, I betrayed myself.

Come to think of it, it's kind of funny.

So, when I was driving to the dining place and waiting for Frank, I put on a bitter face and saw him stepping up to knock on the car window. I was unmoved and put the water bottle on the passenger seat.

He knocked on the window, and then, with a light smile, said, "Hey, did you switch cars?"

"Not happy." I said.

"What's wrong?" He was really worried.

I opened the car door, got out of the car, and stood in front of Frank. He naturally held my face in his hands and said, "What's wrong?"

"I regret it..." My voice became quieter, I lowered my head and scratched my nails, and said, "I want to kill myself last night."

Frank still has his superiority, he understands me better than many people, he immediately hugged me tightly and said: "It's too late to regret now."

What are you doing, he, I thought to myself, my last relationship only lasted for dozens of days, why are you so affectionate, and it is not certain when we will break up.

But it feels so good to be hugged by Frank. It's common to be so fascinated by him that my knees go weak. This is the first time I experience this kind of warmth in my life. In his embrace, I turned into a sleeping cocoon.

I didn't hold back my laughter, and Frank heard me. He stroked my half-length hair and said, "You're so cute."

For the first time, I felt that my fists and feet had no place to display. He looked at me like a cat. I was kissed again. I received the attention of the passing crowd in the parking lot, and was kissed by a handsome foreign guy holding his cheeks.

My face was flushed, and I had never been so shy in my life.

I put on a mask and walked behind him, hitting him with my fists, and he was laughing in front of him with his coat on. At that moment, I felt like I was living in a wanton dream.

I was also really afraid that meeting someone I knew would ruin my image.

This love talk makes me numb every day.

German man, I really misunderstood him. I thought he was dull, rigid, and boring, but after getting along with him now, I can't feel these qualities.

He was not happy about not sleeping with him at first, climbed onto my bed, covered our heads with a bath towel, hugged me and kissed, and said in a deep voice after hypoxia: "Ethan, my stupid baby. "

"Ahhhhh," I screamed feebly, "please let me escape."

When he laughed softly, the heat of his breath fell on my ears and neck, and I asked him solemnly: "Do you really like me so much?"

In fact, I couldn't see anything, I was covered in a towel, I was kissing again, and I was even a little short of breath.

"Yeah." Frank replied.

"Then, why did you reject me when I delivered it to your door and make me cry?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized to me, took the towel away, and then, regardless of my struggle, got into the quilt and hugged me, saying, "Maybe I started a little late, bit by bit, I like you more and more. "

"Why are you learning Chinese so well?" I was immediately persuaded, a little unconvinced, reached out and pinched his chin, and said, "Turn off the light."

Since being with Frank, I've always done unexpected things and said unexpected things.

I thought he was asleep, so I secretly lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and then rubbed his stomach with the palm of my hand, thinking to myself, I have been so healthy and lean, and I have maintained a young and handsome body. I have been doing it for 30 years straight man.

At this time, I seem to have forgotten that I was once a straight man.

Frank suddenly regained his energy. He grabbed my wrist and whispered, "I haven't slept yet."

As thin as me, where is the 1.9-meter opponent, suddenly, my fingers convulsed and dared not speak.Originally, my clothes were lifted a little by me, but Frank sat up suddenly and took off his shirt completely.

He was in bed, hugging me, pulling my wrist, commanding me in a cold voice.

"Love to touch, right? Touch enough." He said.

I might have pissed him off, I thought.

So, I became cautious in my words and deeds. I hugged Frank's waist and pressed against his body, saying, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Being angry gives room to the devil."

"Ethan." After a long time, he whispered my name.

"It's me." I said.

"I really can't believe it," he raised his hand and rubbed my cheek, then asked, "Can I kiss?"

I took a deep breath, helpless, and replied: "Is it useful to say no?"

Although my first kiss was sent out n years ago, the experience of European-style kissing skills in the past few days made me feel that I was living in vain. Frank really doesn't look like Aquaman, but how could he be so good.

He started to kiss against the night again, the air became warm, he played with my hair like a flower, holding a strand of my temples, pulling it behind the ear, falling out, touching it again, and then, finger again Touch my lower back.

Knead my spine.

I'm about to go crazy, I understand that the color makes me faint, and I understand that the king will not come to me sooner.

After the first round of kissing, and chatting nose to nose again, I unconsciously acted like a baby when I spoke, and said, "Fortunately, you are not a woman."

"Ok?"

"If you are a woman, I really can't satisfy you."

"It's just a kiss," Frank said, "Is that enough?"

What a compliment this man is, I thought.

However, fascination is fascination, and I still have to hang a little bit. In front of him, I have only a pride the size of a grain of rice. I still have to be a little tough.

I really like him, I really like him.