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.

aside, his jaw being taut

more force exerted on this turn that Sherry,

hair dangled down, in the midst of which were a

going wrong. She turned to the man

body sides, his eyes dodging

speak, when she felt his

the tip of her tongue, in a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently were they released, “No... You can’t. No

herself falling into a torrentially

into her almost overwhelmed

her breath when the wave was, all

juncture, Daniel pulled

those words had really gotten himself a bit

of all the

would have slapped himself so hard

him before, and

such a

up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the bathroom clipping her hair, “I'll go take a shower. I have

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

have made him stop, lest he

no more babies allowed for the

edge of bed, puffing

sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe,

when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught the sight of an already nice and

the kitchen came a faint noise of

paced slowly over, her sight glued to the man

pair of pants only, Daniel, with the upper half in nude, was

he had not expressly reminded Sherry of the lure of spice from the takeout, she would not have been feeling that starving for food as

such strenuous “exercise” taken, the

nodded Sherry, “Why

the takeaway was reprocessed and heated

simply stuffed her stomach with few bites, for

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

said, “On a barbecue