C5 Is It a Man

So I got in the car and went with her to the bar where we met.

She ordered a bottle of Hennessy and mixed Sprite, and the two of us began to clink glasses.

Under this atmosphere, the two of them would become more and more intimate. We sat facing each other, her face lit up by the light, her eyes bright.

She opened her mouth to say something, and it was too noisy around us. I waved my hand to indicate I couldn't hear her, so she hefted her feet, put her mouth to my ear, and smacked my face with her breath. It was itchy and a little numb. She said, "Do you like it?"

She couldn't hear me when I answered, so I leaned over the table and whispered into her ear, my lips almost touching her skin, my heart pounding with excitement. I said I didn't like it, it was too noisy, and I only came to drink when I was upset.

She said she didn't like it either, that she didn't usually come, and that it was more boring to be alone. Now that she knows me, she can treat me as her friend. It's good to have a meal with her and drink with me if you have nothing better to do.

When I said yes yes, I kept whispering into each other's ears. The scent from her body was very seductive. She had a unique fragrance that was innate. I felt a little absent-minded.

A bottle of wine takes half an hour to drink, and I talk a lot to her every time I drink it. Talking about the university, talking about his girlfriend running away with an old man, even talking about how women were all materialistic and superficial.

She giggled at me. "A little boy in his twenties, there are a lot of things he doesn't know. "You'll know in the future."

"What little boy?" It's a man, okay? " I got drunk and stopped being reserved and said whatever I wanted to say.

"Men!" You don't even know if he's still a virgin! " She laughed, her eyes and teeth were white, and she was incredibly beautiful.

"If she isn't a man, then could she be a woman?" "No," I retorted.

"Even if it's a man, he's still a young man." She smiled and said, "Big Sis will call you Little Man from now on."

I felt that I had drunk enough to drink only a small sip each time I clinked glasses with her, and I had to take it easy, and I was looking forward to what would happen after the party was over. How could such a mature and refined woman, sitting across from me without a thought, be worthy of what I had gained as a man?

She was drinking with me tonight, but she wasn't as alert as she was last night. When it was almost 11 P.M., the people on the dance floor started to hide. Under the explosive music, the men and women were twisting around unrestrainedly, making one's blood boil.

She put down the cup and said, "Let's go and dance with sister."

I didn't jump on the stage. Drinking here was usually just to accompany the music. I stood up and swayed a few times. "I can't jump," I said.

She took my arm. "It's all jumps, let's go." Thus, they pulled me onto the stage, and began to sway crazily in the crowd.

She was soon in shape, and when I first began to stagger around her, she jumped and smiled at me. Slowly, I didn't care much. When she turned around, I leaned over and slowly put my hand on her waist. She turned around and gave me a charming smile. She didn't say anything and continued her dance.

When I saw her eyes hinting at me, I felt that this was a good show, and I was suddenly very excited. I began to sway vigorously, pressing my hand gently against her waist, moving slowly to the rhythm. I didn't dare to do it too obviously. My hand followed her body, moving naturally, slashing toward her buttocks.

Just as I was about to succeed, she suddenly stopped jumping, turned around, and whispered into my ear, "Don't have any bad thoughts. If you touch my sister again, I won't care about you anymore."

Hearing her say this, I quickly took my hand away, jumped off the stage, and returned to my seat to drink alone. I don't understand. I already did it last night, and you're still not willing?

When she saw me get down from the stage, she followed me back to my seat and said in a serious tone, "Little man, do you think that elder sister is a very casual woman?"

I looked at her, unwilling to say anything.

She took a sip of her wine and said in a serious tone, "I believe that at first glance, I feel that you are not that bad of a man. I just want to make this friend of yours, you know? You might think that the women who come here are very casual, but that's not true. Only women know what women are thinking. Just like you, I only came here to drink because I had something on my mind, didn't I? "

I pretended to apologize, "Sister Li, just now … I'm sorry. "

She smiled and said, "It's alright. I hope you won't disappoint me."

She was pretty good at drinking, and then she drank quite a bit. Perhaps because she was drunk, she began to change the topic and take the initiative to talk about that man. She told me that the man was her husband at noon, the owner of a construction materials company.

She took a sip of her wine and said, "He used to just run his business in Wenzhou, then he started to run his business in Shaanxi, where he gradually expanded his contacts and set up a company. After the business started, life began to go wild. I found out a while ago that he had a girl from an oil university out there, and when he came back he divorced me. "

There was something twinkling in her eyes, and even so I thought she was extremely charming. Her husband would only take care of his mistress if he was crazy. Although they would get tired of each other after a while, just like my previous girlfriend and I. When we first met, we would date everyday and study together, almost inseparable. When they saw each other once or twice a week, they thought it was enough, so they got a room to comfort each other, and then they didn't see each other much anymore.

We finished a bottle of whisky. In the end, she was already drunk. She half knelt on the bar and looked at me with her round eyes. "Little man, big sis is a bit drunk. Let's send big sis home."

Seeing that her face was flushed and her eyes gradually blurred, I was indeed drunk. I agreed and helped her up.

She was only a little shorter than me, and her body was soft. I tried to support her, so I turned her over and hugged her. Her big breasts pressed against me, and there was a sudden reaction.

I helped her to the front of the car, but she held out the car keys and said, "Will..." Can you drive? "

I said yes, opened the door and shoved her in the back. It was his first time driving such a high-end car, but it felt different. The leather seat could sink a person in half if he just sat on it. It was very convenient to start a fire, but the sound of the car starting was also very quiet.

F * ck, after living for 24 years, the first day I got on a BMW, I was still driving. I really didn't get my license for the university entrance exam for nothing.

"Where to?" From the rearview mirror, I saw Sister Li comfortably lying behind me. I guessed that the position she was lying in wasn't right. The white spring sunshine on her chest revealed a great deal of it.

She said drunkenly, "Qu Jiang Residence."

I sighed to myself. This was a gathering place for the rich of Xi'an. It was a large villa area, with at least five million yuan inside. I smacked my lips, hung up, and stepped on the gas.

A good car is different. I stepped on the gas pedal a little, and it was full of power. The roads in the new district of Qujiang were wide, and there were few cars on the street at midnight. I enjoyed driving this car.

As the car entered the villa area, the guard took a look at the license plate of the car and let them in. I asked her which one it was, and it took me a long time to answer.

Afterwards, he went around in a circle before finding her house. It was a three-storey villa with several hundred square miles of open space outside. It was very unsightly.

"Help me down." She opened the car door herself, swaying unsteadily.

I hurried over to help her up. "Be careful."

I helped her to the door. She took out her key and inserted it for a while.

I said, "Let me do it."

He opened the door. I helped her inside, touched it for a moment before pressing the switch, and was amazed when the hall lit up.

Her house was really quite grand. The huge crystal chandelier, the marble floor, the wide leather sofa, and the solid wood furniture all looked extremely grand. It suddenly occurred to me that I really didn't belong to the same world as her.

She said, "Help me upstairs."

I looked at the steep stairs and didn't know how to help her, so I said, "Can I carry you up?"

Her eyes were half closed, and the blush had not faded from her face. Seeing her nod, I quickly bent down and said, "Come, lie on my back."