Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

On the floor of the living room, clothes were scattered everywhere.

On a tea table was the takeaway left neglected, which had long cooled off.

The bedside lamp, radiating amorously swaying light, projected on the wall, where two silhouettes were tangling vigorously.

After a long while, all this came to a stop.

Sherry lay prone on the bed, wet with perspiration, yet unwilling to make a single movement, just took out her cellphone, swiping casually.

Daniel tied the condom expertly into a knot and threw it into the trashcan. “When are we getting married?” he asked.

Sherry paused and turned to him with a confused look on her face, “Getting what?”

Daniel repeated with misgivings, “Married.”

“Marry who?”

Knowing that she was doing this on purpose, Daniel pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on her.

Perchance triggered with a little uneasiness by his eyes, Sherry shifted her attention back to the phone, with much resemblance to a cheating philanderer who denied his deeds after what happened, “I’ve got no intention of getting married now, and you are welcome to find someone else to tie the knot, if you would like to.”

Daniel couldn't believe it.

He was on the verge of bursting into laughter when he was supposed be pissed off, “Aren't your parents always urging you to find a partner?”

“Yeah, but I don't necessarily need to get married. You just meet with them to see if there is a proper one. I still want to play around for some time. It's so great to be single that you can change your boyfriend anytime you like.”

“Now I am getting the idea of why you are such a bigot of non-marriage. It would be troublesome dealing with a divorce after marriage. I might as well pick up some guys while I'm still vernal, and taste the fun of the world.

Daniel gritted his teeth and threw a question, “So am I treated as your boyfriend or something to make booty call for?”

“It doesn't matter,” said Sherry. “Anyway, we go separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend, or...”

Before she could finish, Daniel came up behind her, his teeth biting on the her thin shoulder, “Okay, I know what you want.”

For this time, without any foreplay before penetration, in the same gesture did Sherry give a stuffy snort. Her hand clenching the cellphone shivered, her head forced to be raised up and her breathing more ragged.

it aside, his jaw

exerted on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily clutching the sheet

taken off by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled down, in the midst of which were a few strands

a while, Sherry suddenly realized something was going wrong. She turned to the man and asked,

himself up with hands at her body sides, his eyes dodging down. There was no

just about to speak, when

tongue, in a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently were they released, “No... You can’t. No way until you put

into a torrentially

smacking into her almost

lose her breath when the wave was,

the very juncture, Daniel pulled

really gotten himself a bit out of

possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of all the messes in her mind and

would have slapped himself so hard if the crime had been

to him before, and was still taking medicine

such a

much he was mentally struggling and repentant, just took a soothing breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the bathroom clipping her hair, “I'll go take a shower. I have work to

just now, she did not give much concern, Men likes doing it with their

have made him stop, lest

but no more babies allowed for the time

Daniel sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath,

at the wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened

the thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught

the kitchen came a faint

the man in the kitchen, “What

on a pair of pants only, Daniel, with the upper half in nude, was to dispose

from the takeout, she would not have been feeling that starving for

“exercise” taken, the ingested at

Sherry, “Why

takeaway was

what it was already too late at night, she simply stuffed her stomach with few

such a limited amount was rewarded with a casual answer, “I’m on a

“On a