Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Winnie's mind was blank. The loose T-shirt slipped off her shoulders, showing two hickeys on her collarbone. She kept breathing heavily.

She licked her lips, slowly sat up, and kept the weaves on the T-shirt tight. She wanted to say something but felt that her throat was a little dry, so she picked up a glass of water and drank a few mouthfuls.

Winnie coughed. "You go to the bedroom. I'll be fine here…"

Before she could finish her words, her wrist was grabbed.

Channing directly pulled her into the bedroom.

Even when Winnie was pressed on the bed and wrapped up tightly, she didn't figure out what was going on.

It was different from what she had thought.

She turned her head and saw that Channing was lying with his back to her. Winnie couldn't help but ask, "Do you feel cold?"

Channing replied, "No. I feel very hot."

After staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, Winnie turned around, got rid of the quilt, and covered Winnie with it.

Channing didn't move, but Winnie could feel that he was trembling.

After covering him with the quilt, Winnie put her hand on his waist.

Channing froze and heard her soft and muffled voice, "Be good."

Winnie closed her eyes, lifted his clothes, caressed his abs, and put her hand into his sweatpants.

When she held his private part, Channing groaned.

Winnie's voice was shaking. "Don't say anything. Just be quiet."

She thought she must be crazy. Her head asked her to stop, but she was overwhelmed by instinct. She lost her mind.

She knew why Channing had stopped. He would never force her to do anything she didn't like.

But that's what made her feel sorry and guilty for him. She loved him even more.

She was willing to do anything for him.

In the darkness, everything should have been silent, but the rain kept tapping on the windows, dull and noisy.

To a certain extent, it covered up Channing's and Winnie's heavy breaths.

open. His forehead was covered with sweat and every vein

he got

because her hand was

that

take

to take a shower. And

time, Channing said in a hoarse

ran into the bathroom and

the evaporation of water vapor, she was

spread all over

living room, lay down

the noise outside, he threw the tissue into the trash

out, he saw that Winnie wrapped herself into a ball

eyes. Before he could say something, Winnie's voice came out from under the quilt, "If you're naughty again, I'll take

looking at her for a few minutes, Channing laughed silently to himself, turned around, and went into the

Winnie pulled down the quilt and heaved

was the craziest thing she had ever

…

the morning, Stella opened her eyes and saw the

almost two days and

at the time, and found

she wanted to get up, her waist was hugged. Clarence said in a low and muffled voice, "You don't have

Sunday today, and they were

rainy day is

Clarence didn't sleep well last night,

turned around, buried her head into his arms, and

they got up,

said, "I want to ask Channing to come

"He came two

is Sunday today, so we all don't need to work. If possible, I want

me to speak less before? Why do

her mouth. "Sherry and I don't know what to say. I also asked Winnie for help, but

was lost

washing her face, she went out of the bathroom

for a long time before it

speak when a weak female voice

paused and