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.

phone and threw it aside, his jaw being

exerted on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily clutching the sheet beneath, was

her head was unknowingly taken off by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled down, in the midst of which were a few strands of hair, sweated and pasted behind the

Sherry suddenly realized something was going wrong. She turned to the man and asked, “Are you not

up with hands at her body sides, his eyes dodging

about to speak, when she felt

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

falling into a torrentially

into her almost

lose her breath when the wave was, all

the very juncture,

admitted that those words had really gotten

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

was what a scoundrel would think. He would have slapped himself so hard if the crime had been

him before, and was still taking medicine for

such a

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

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

have made him stop, lest he had not retreated himself

comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for

was in the bathroom, Daniel sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath, and hastily began

at the wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as to

when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet

came a faint noise

sight glued to the man in the kitchen,

was to dispose the takeout package, saying, “Just a little hungry. Would you

the takeout, she would not have been

the occasion of such strenuous “exercise” taken, the ingested at dinner had already

Sherry,

the takeaway was reprocessed and

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

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

said, “On a barbecue