C15 You have a lot of men right

You have a lot of men, right?

I looked up, away from her, and put my hand on her head, pressing her against me. I came for the second time that day and it was all in her mouth. She finally vomited in her hand, then put it on her breast and rubbed it gently. She smiled and said, "What if I were an ordinary woman?"

I looked down and said, "Maybe we'll get married." I didn't think about how much older she was than I was. She was twelve years older than I was, when she was thirty-five. It was a terrible distance, but she looked to be no more than twenty-eight years old. She was like a celebrity, and celebrities also seemed to be inferior to her. She did not lack money compared to celebrities, but instead had more money and a beautiful foundation.

She laughed and laughed and then threw herself on the bed and lay looking up at the ceiling and said, "Do you know what marriage is?"

I took off my pants, bare-chested, took out a cigarette from my pants, smoked and said, "Marriage is life, my hometown and I have been playing big brothers since we were young, don't go to school, the children are already 7 or 8 years old, my family has always let me marry!"

"Do you like children?" She held out her hand to let me lie down with her. I lay down and she turned around to hug me. She leaned on my body and touched my chest and said, "Actually, I like children very much!"

I turned to her and said, "Well, have you really never been married?" She'd told me she hadn't. She nodded and said, "Why would I lie to you. The child has never been born before, so you …" She whispered into my ear, "Don't you feel that the ground is very tight? If you give birth to a child, you will be bullied by a little kid!"

I suddenly frowned, then curled my lips, pinched her face again and said, "How do you know so much? Ah, there's something I've always wanted to ask you —" I continued to lie down and smoke my cigarette. "Do you have a lot of men?"

She didn't say anything, so I added, "I was just casually asking —"

"Jia Liang, everyone has a past and you will have a future. When you marry your bride, it might take a few more years, and at that time, you will have a past as well.

I interrupted her somewhat unhappily, "You mean you've had a lot of past?" I think I loved her, or I wouldn't have cared about her at that time. I didn't want her to have a lot of men.

She explained in a hurry: "Jia Liang, it's not like what you think, I only said that there has been a past, I didn't say that I have many men … …"

"Then how much of your past I don't know about?" I don't know why I'm upset, but I don't like to ask.

She stopped talking, looked at me quietly, looked at me, and then turned her body to the side. I looked back at her, and she looked a little pitiful. It curled up its body and leaned to the side, its snow-white body.

I eased myself to her side, then pushed myself up and looked at her. "What's the matter?"

She seemed to cry, tears streaming silently down her face. He put his hand by his face, motionless and unblinking.

I was scared by her, and I thought, What if she gets upset and gets two killers to kill me? Of course it's a joke. I'm really worried about her. She shouldn't be so sad. I touched her shoulder and gently said, "What is it? "Don't cry!"

When she heard this, she frowned, wiped her eyes with her small hands, and replied with resentment, "I didn't cry!" She spoke like a little girl, whether because I had matured with her or because she had grown younger with me, or because we seemed so appropriate, so without age.

I laughed and said, "You're still saying you're not crying, little kid!" To make her laugh, I put my hand on her breast and said playfully, "The little kid's breasts are so full!"

She did not laugh. She was holding back her laughter. She pursed her lips and puffed up her lips, bearing the anger in her heart.

Just as I was about to continue teasing her, she actually started crying. She cried out loud, and came out while holding back her grievances. She grinned, but her crying appearance was also very beautiful. Her snow-white canines were revealed. Truly lecherous. Fuck, I like to see her crying.

A woman called Guan Mei, nicknamed Plum, cried. This is the first time I've seen it!

I admit that I won't coax a woman. I jump up and down like a mouse, not knowing how to comfort her. It seems that the more I comfort her, the harder she cries.

I had no choice but to hold her in my arms, and instead of comforting her, she stopped crying and put her head in my arms. She was not strong at all, she was weak, she was just a woman.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know," she murmured in my arms.

"I don't want to know anything!" I said, looking up at the ceiling.

"I never had parents since I was young. I grew up with my grandparents —" As if she was narrating a tragic past, she began her first sentence.