Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

Meanwhile, Channing drove the car into the basement.

After having the car parked, he turned back to take off Winnie’s seat belt.

Staring at the boy so close to her, Winnie said gently, “I can do it myself.”

With his black eyes fixed on her and the tip of his nose touching her from time to time, Channing said in a slow voice, “Otherwise I am not justified to kiss you.”

Before Winnie could say anything, he lowered his head to bit her lips softly.

The kiss was different from the short one he gave her the night in Stella’s place. With one hand on the side door, Channing gnawed her tongue in mouth gently and warmly.

It was the first time for Winnie to kiss a boy in the basement. With the presence of cars coming in and out, she felt a bit excited. Plus, she was afraid that someone else was watching. Thus she got a bit nervous, the hands on her knees gradually clutching his clothes. Later, her breath became slighter.

Given that the air in the car was already thin and that they were in the basement which was somewhat depressive, Winnie soon got a little bit breathless and dazzled.

Channing stopped and kissed the tip of her nose, saying in a low voice, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Off the car, Channing walked towards Winnie and took her hand naturally.

Winnie didn’t pull her hand out of his. With her eyelashes lowered, she put on a faint smile and followed him.

They were typical of a couple in deep love.

After they had gone, a hint of light emerged at the dark corner of the basement.

A man in black jacket and wearing a black baseball cap was standing there. He stared at the direction to which they left, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground before he stepped on it.

…

Winnie took his clothes from the laundry and handed it to Channing, “You take a shower first. I should have my hair washed and my makeup removed. And I would also do some skin care. It may take one or two hours.”

Occasionally he also lived here for some days so his clothes had crept into her wardrobe.

Channing took the clothes and asked, “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

Winnie replied, “I have to have lunch with a producer.

“I only have one class tomorrow afternoon. Shall we go to the movies together?”

into the bathroom, “Let’s talk about it later. You hurry up. It’s already very late now. I still want to sleep early to keep my skin

later, lying on the bed,

didn’t know why she couldn’t help

was afraid that her character would end up being played

up to get a cup

Channing was still awake with a laptop

it’s just group

years so she walked towards Channing with a

a name, which was completely new

Winnie fell into silence.

understand, “Well, then fighting! I will go and

felt her wrist

his jew to point

asleep. Don’t bother. I will read the script and then

her to sit down beside him, “If you couldn’t fall

and had a glimpse at the

was covered all over with

outperform her script in making her feel

on the data, Channing put the blanket nearby and unfolded it

of keyboard was

the sofa, Winnie stared at the back of Channing. Then a slight smile

sturdy boy.

sound of gently typing was extremely comfortable to the ears or the boring data hypnotized her brain, Winnie got sleepy a

something was leaning

back to find Winnie already fallen

placed

the gesture made Winnie feel more comfortable. She moved a bit before

head to look at her, a sense of

fixed his gaze on

…

Winnie woke up to find herself on the

got out of the bedroom and found Channing was not

cup of milk on the table, which was still warm. Beside it

“I went to class.