Ye Ziyan's tenderness really makes me intoxicated. For a woman who is willing to serve you and hand over her body to you, I can't repay you if there is anything a man can do to repay me. I feel guilty about Ye Ziyan, but this still can't stop me from thinking about my wife, thinking about her current situation, is she also thinking about me like me
Facing me thinking, Ye Ziyan continued to bewitch her: Actually, you don’t have to worry so much. I promise you that he will take good care of her!
Ye Ziyan's words were like enlightenment, making me feel like I was struck by lightning, and my whole body was numb, and my mind was blank. Indeed, as outstanding as Su Feng, the man I liked was taking care of. Perhaps my wife was living in the spring scenery, surrounded by Su Feng's tenderness and sweetness, or maybe the two were having fun together and going to the clouds and rain together.
While I couldn't think, Ye Ziyan moved my face and stared at my eyes and said that now is a rare time for us to spend together.
The soft words are like aphrodisiacs, making me tremble in body and mind, confused in eyes, full of desire, seductive and confusing.
Since entering this room, Ye Ziyan no longer calls my wife or Miss Song, but instead uses her instead of me to understand Ye Ziyan's intention. This she can invisibly distance my wife and make people feel psychologically distanced, and then use us to narrow the distance between me and her.
At this moment, I have to admit that Ye Ziyan is undoubtedly a powerful woman, and a powerful woman who is well versed in psychological warfare. Her temptation, coupled with her suspicion of her wife, she mercilessly defeated the line of defense I just built. The rational city wall was pushed down again and was defeated.
Do you remember the first time we met? Ye Ziyan gently stroked my face and asked suddenly
How could I forget this? The moment when she appeared in front of me in a long cheongsam, her sexy and intoxicated look when she smoked, and the conversation that I would never forget for life. I whispered back. Remember, what's wrong?
Do you know how I got you? Her eyes were shining and she asked playfully
Since I met her, her persistence in me made me wonder about her handsomeness and talent. I couldn't catch up with Su Feng, but she still devoted her efforts to serve me and tried her best to bring me to the club. This has always troubled me with this problem, and successfully transferred my thoughts from my wife.
I looked at her with curiosity and vigilance
She ignored my vigilant eyes at all, reached out and drew circles on my chest and said, "In fact, before you contacted, I have been paying attention to you since the first day you entered that bar, and I have been observing you secretly for several days."
I was surprised. She didn't say it. I had no idea. Maybe it was because I was too confused at that time. The pressure of work and family conflicts made me unwilling to take care of myself. I just wanted to go home and sleep when I was drunk, forget those troublesome things, endured the numbness and itch from my chest, and asked, why did I choose me?
This has always been a question I really want to know. I never asked before. I was afraid that once I asked, our relationship might end here. She will quietly disappear into my world like when she appeared. But tonight she took the initiative to ask, and I naturally want to know the answer.
She glanced at me and said, "Actually, that bar belongs to mine, and is also a member of our club. She usually drinks and gathers together."
Her words completely shocked me. I never thought it would be like this. Before I could come back to my senses, she curled her lips and continued to say with a smile like memories. In those days, you came to the bar on time every day, but never chatted with women. Only one person drinks wine and only two kinds of people will hide in the bar. The first is the person who fails business, but I can see that you are not the first type. What this kind of people needs is liveliness. They will go to popular nightclubs to have fun, instead of coming to my deserted bar, the second type is the failure of love, or the marriage is unhappy, and you need to find a quiet corner and lick your wounds alone. You belong to the second type.
The analysis was reasonable, and I believed it, but I still asked: How could you be so sure?
She stroked my cheeks like caring and said, because I saw loneliness in your eyes, the only thing I couldn't be sure of at that time was that I didn't know if you were heartbroken or if your marriage was unhappy. After saying that, I paused for two seconds and then said: Do you know? When I approached you, I was actually a little nervous because I was worried that you were a heartbroken person. In that case, the purpose of my appearance would be meaningless.
I listened silently, she was like a little girl recalling her happy childhood, thinking about it, when you drink that glass of wine and tell your story, you may think I am a bad woman, but I am really happy and a little excited, not only because you are an unhappy person in the marriage, but also because I heard your troubles and pain. After saying that, I stopped and chuckled with a self-deprecating voice: In order not to let you see Duan'er, I tried my best to suppress the excitement at that time.
At this moment, I can no longer describe my mood in words. I am shocked by the facts? I am puzzled by her doing this? The depression of being pulled into this club? Or was she happy to be liked by her? All kinds of emotions are mixed together. Now she can only give me this answer. I asked: Why are you so persistent in me?
She seemed to be a little puzzled about why I asked this question. She looked at me curiously, looked at me affectionately as if she had thought about it, and said, "A lonely man can resist the temptation from the outside world, hide in a dark corner every day, and numb myself by drinking alcohol. Don't you think such a man is worthy of care?"
What I am looking for is a man who values love like you, not those who are living a life of life and flirting with flowers and flowers. Our club doesn’t need such people to hear your troubles. Only then do I think about whether I can help you and your wife and give you a chance, so I decided to take you to our big family
I felt calm when I heard her answer, but I was still feeling lost. I seemed to see my thoughts. She hugged me and said sweetly: Of course, there are some of my little thoughts in it. Any man who values love can be my beloved lover.
Facing me thinking, Ye Ziyan continued to bewitch her: Actually, you don’t have to worry so much. I promise you that he will take good care of her!
Ye Ziyan's words were like enlightenment, making me feel like I was struck by lightning, and my whole body was numb, and my mind was blank. Indeed, as outstanding as Su Feng, the man I liked was taking care of. Perhaps my wife was living in the spring scenery, surrounded by Su Feng's tenderness and sweetness, or maybe the two were having fun together and going to the clouds and rain together.
While I couldn't think, Ye Ziyan moved my face and stared at my eyes and said that now is a rare time for us to spend together.
The soft words are like aphrodisiacs, making me tremble in body and mind, confused in eyes, full of desire, seductive and confusing.
Since entering this room, Ye Ziyan no longer calls my wife or Miss Song, but instead uses her instead of me to understand Ye Ziyan's intention. This she can invisibly distance my wife and make people feel psychologically distanced, and then use us to narrow the distance between me and her.
At this moment, I have to admit that Ye Ziyan is undoubtedly a powerful woman, and a powerful woman who is well versed in psychological warfare. Her temptation, coupled with her suspicion of her wife, she mercilessly defeated the line of defense I just built. The rational city wall was pushed down again and was defeated.
Do you remember the first time we met? Ye Ziyan gently stroked my face and asked suddenly
How could I forget this? The moment when she appeared in front of me in a long cheongsam, her sexy and intoxicated look when she smoked, and the conversation that I would never forget for life. I whispered back. Remember, what's wrong?
Do you know how I got you? Her eyes were shining and she asked playfully
Since I met her, her persistence in me made me wonder about her handsomeness and talent. I couldn't catch up with Su Feng, but she still devoted her efforts to serve me and tried her best to bring me to the club. This has always troubled me with this problem, and successfully transferred my thoughts from my wife.
I looked at her with curiosity and vigilance
She ignored my vigilant eyes at all, reached out and drew circles on my chest and said, "In fact, before you contacted, I have been paying attention to you since the first day you entered that bar, and I have been observing you secretly for several days."
I was surprised. She didn't say it. I had no idea. Maybe it was because I was too confused at that time. The pressure of work and family conflicts made me unwilling to take care of myself. I just wanted to go home and sleep when I was drunk, forget those troublesome things, endured the numbness and itch from my chest, and asked, why did I choose me?
This has always been a question I really want to know. I never asked before. I was afraid that once I asked, our relationship might end here. She will quietly disappear into my world like when she appeared. But tonight she took the initiative to ask, and I naturally want to know the answer.
She glanced at me and said, "Actually, that bar belongs to mine, and is also a member of our club. She usually drinks and gathers together."
Her words completely shocked me. I never thought it would be like this. Before I could come back to my senses, she curled her lips and continued to say with a smile like memories. In those days, you came to the bar on time every day, but never chatted with women. Only one person drinks wine and only two kinds of people will hide in the bar. The first is the person who fails business, but I can see that you are not the first type. What this kind of people needs is liveliness. They will go to popular nightclubs to have fun, instead of coming to my deserted bar, the second type is the failure of love, or the marriage is unhappy, and you need to find a quiet corner and lick your wounds alone. You belong to the second type.
The analysis was reasonable, and I believed it, but I still asked: How could you be so sure?
She stroked my cheeks like caring and said, because I saw loneliness in your eyes, the only thing I couldn't be sure of at that time was that I didn't know if you were heartbroken or if your marriage was unhappy. After saying that, I paused for two seconds and then said: Do you know? When I approached you, I was actually a little nervous because I was worried that you were a heartbroken person. In that case, the purpose of my appearance would be meaningless.
I listened silently, she was like a little girl recalling her happy childhood, thinking about it, when you drink that glass of wine and tell your story, you may think I am a bad woman, but I am really happy and a little excited, not only because you are an unhappy person in the marriage, but also because I heard your troubles and pain. After saying that, I stopped and chuckled with a self-deprecating voice: In order not to let you see Duan'er, I tried my best to suppress the excitement at that time.
At this moment, I can no longer describe my mood in words. I am shocked by the facts? I am puzzled by her doing this? The depression of being pulled into this club? Or was she happy to be liked by her? All kinds of emotions are mixed together. Now she can only give me this answer. I asked: Why are you so persistent in me?
She seemed to be a little puzzled about why I asked this question. She looked at me curiously, looked at me affectionately as if she had thought about it, and said, "A lonely man can resist the temptation from the outside world, hide in a dark corner every day, and numb myself by drinking alcohol. Don't you think such a man is worthy of care?"
What I am looking for is a man who values love like you, not those who are living a life of life and flirting with flowers and flowers. Our club doesn’t need such people to hear your troubles. Only then do I think about whether I can help you and your wife and give you a chance, so I decided to take you to our big family
I felt calm when I heard her answer, but I was still feeling lost. I seemed to see my thoughts. She hugged me and said sweetly: Of course, there are some of my little thoughts in it. Any man who values love can be my beloved lover.
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