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?”

smiled a bit and pushed him 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, Winnie

why she couldn’t

that her character would end

up

awake with a

it’s just group

the word “group homework” for years so she walked towards Channing with a

said a name, which was completely new

Winnie fell into silence.

“Well, then fighting!

felt her wrist held

to point at the clock, “You said you

asleep. Don’t bother. I will read

sit down beside him, “If you couldn’t

not refuse and had a glimpse at the screen

all over

her script in making

the data, Channing put the blanket nearby and unfolded

of keyboard

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

sturdy boy. O the

the ears or the boring data hypnotized her brain, Winnie got sleepy a few minutes later. After a string

felt something was leaning

to find Winnie already

to placed her

made Winnie feel more comfortable. She moved a bit before

at her, a sense of

gaze

…

to find herself on the bed. She

the bedroom and found Channing was not in the

the table, which was still warm. Beside it was a

went to class. See you