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.

Channing kept his eyes open. His forehead was covered with sweat and

he got an

her hand was numb. She gradually calmed

and found that she was sweaty

to take a

go to take a

a long time, Channing said in

into the bathroom and turned the shower

the evaporation of water vapor, she was

shyness spread all

the living room, lay down on the sofa, and covered

tissue into the trash and

he saw that Winnie wrapped herself into a ball on the

opened his eyes. Before he could say something, Winnie's voice came out from under the quilt,

minutes, Channing laughed silently to himself, turned around, and went

the bathroom, Winnie pulled down the quilt and heaved a sigh of

thing she had ever

…

opened her

days and it got

her phone, looked at the time, and found

said in a low and

and they

rainy day is a perfect time

sleep well

turned around, buried her head into

they got up,

Stella said, "I want

came

know what happened that day. It is Sunday today, so we all don't need to work. If possible, I want you to talk with him. I think you can persuade

eyebrows, "Didn't you tell me to speak less before? Why do you think so highly

and I don't know what to say. I also asked Winnie for help, but I don't know if

lost

out of the way. After washing her face, she went out of

for a long time

a weak female voice

and asked tentatively,