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.

his jaw being taut on his

turn that Sherry, involuntarily

dangled down, in the midst of which were a few strands of hair, sweated and pasted behind

going wrong. She turned to the man

eyes dodging down. There was no eye-contact but a soft affirmative

about to speak, when she felt

a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently were they released,

falling into a torrentially

smacking into her almost

breath when the wave was, all

very juncture, Daniel pulled it

admitted that those words had really gotten himself a bit out of his own

get rid of

think. He would have slapped himself so hard

much due to him before, and was still taking medicine

was such

knowing nothing about how much he was mentally struggling and repentant, just took a soothing breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on

she did not give much concern, Men likes doing it with their bare thing, which may allegedly proffer

made him stop, lest he had not retreated himself

comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for the time

of bed, puffing out a long breath, and hastily began restoring everything to

glance at the wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as to seek out a

thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught the sight of an already nice and neat

the kitchen came a faint noise

glued to the

with the upper half in nude, was to dispose the takeout package, saying, “Just a little hungry. Would you like

the lure of spice from the takeout, she would

strenuous “exercise” taken, the ingested at dinner had

nodded Sherry,

the takeaway was reprocessed and heated

she simply stuffed

was rewarded with a casual answer,

said, “On a