C8 Don't Let Me down

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.