Crystal's One Night of Love

There were quite a number of capable people at the university anniversary celebration.

However, the most capable individual present was probably Henry. Clementine wanted to ask him for a favor as well as get into his good books, but he had already left with Crystal.

In the car at the parking lot, Henry slowly buckled his safety belt before turning to look at Crystal.

Crystal was leaning back in her seat, the corners of her eyes slightly moist as she looked out the window.

Obviously, those videos made her emotional.

How could she possibly forget about her first love so easily?

Henry gripped the steering wheel. “Do you miss it?”

“No.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Crystal could not answer him.

Henry tightened his grip on the steering wheel before finally stepping on the accelerator.

A while into their journey, Crystal realized that something was amiss. This was neither the way home nor the route to his office. She asked, “Where are you taking me to?”

“The condominium we used to live in.”

Crystal could guess what was on his mind, and she did not agree to it. “Henry, it’s been years since Robert and I dated. You can’t be unforgiving just because of that video.”

Henry did not speak.

When they reached a traffic light, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Crystal, I’m jealous.”

Crystal stiffened.

That was all Henry said before he refocused on the road and drove them to the condominium.

Crystal did not want to get out of the car.

Henry unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned in her ear, and whispered, “Do you want to get out yourself, or do you want me to carry you?”

Crystal was rather upset, so she walked ahead of him after they were both out of the car.

Henry slammed the car door shut before following her slowly, the cigarette still between his fingers. When they entered the condominium unit, Crystal turned around and asked, “Henry, what are you—” Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her thin waist and pinned her against the wall.

were

broad daylight, and this

actions. She raised her

caressed her soft cheek and said hoarsely, “There’s just something I want to ask you!”

with one hand, then tied her

get up and kneeled on the couch. “Is this how you ask questions, Henry?” she asked

and traced

chose two fine bottles

was suitable

took off his blazer, revealing his white shirt

thin waist, and coupled with his

the wine bottles and kneeled before her again. He elegantly filled two glasses. Thinking that he was going to force her to drink, Crystal bit her lip and said, “What do you want to know, Henry? I’ll tell

glass. “I want to hear the

that, he drank a quarter

apple bobbed, making him look particularly manly.

stared at

Her voice

the fragrant wine. Crystal did not want it, so she raised her head to

red wine stained her fair

to men. His lips were pressed against hers as he muttered, “Drink a little more, and

take this and whimpered, “Don’t

the glass by her lips and made

she refused, he coaxed her

and

red wine. Her fair skin

she leaned back on the couch. Her wrists were no longer

over to continue

gaze was

the back of her ear and mumbled, “Who’s more

Crystal was drunk.

sleep, but Henry would not let

neck in discomfort and

to her chin. “How far did you

was stunned by his own

was the question he had wanted to ask all

back resentfully. “Henry, why did you stop kissing me?”

stopping her

a long time since she had expressed her desire

and rolled down

was so hot Crystal wanted to scream, but he held her waist and repeated his question.

her eyes and muttered, “We

pulled