Women who think about love with their lower bodies

by cdsirfjso on 2010-05-27 15:15:04

I couldn't help but smile shyly at the thought. His face was so close that it was almost touching my nose. He asked me, "Why are you smiling?" I looked up at him and said, "That's just what I do when I'm nervous." His breathing became heavier, and the rise and fall of my chest became more noticeable. I really started to feel nervous, with all the blood rushing to my head.

Female: Meng Zhu, 28 years old, unemployed. He really came closer to me, and I took a step back. Finally, I leaned against the wall, and my breathing became rapid. I remembered what a girlfriend once said. She liked men who would pitch a tent as soon as they saw a woman; that was the true nature of a hero. Now thinking about it, how hypocritical I was when I scolded her. There is nothing more interesting than making a man desire.

He ordered a cup of green tea and drank it quickly. Then he smiled and talked about his new business. He asked if I could take on the responsibility. I said I would think about it and discuss the details in a few days. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up, "Let's go to my place! It's not very comfortable here. I've been so tired lately."

Half an hour later, I was already in his room. This wasn't his home; it was a hotel apartment he rented out sometimes. When the curtains were drawn, the room got very dark. "Why draw the curtains?" I asked knowingly. He smiled, "I don't like it too bright. Do you?" I had no words. A phrase flashed through my mind: "I am so low." I stood motionless in the center of the room, expressionless, with a mix of fear and excitement. Any language seemed inappropriate.

At this moment, the sharp ring of a mobile phone broke the silence. He cursed under his breath but still answered it. Watching him pace by the window, the fire of desire inside me burned stronger. I continued leaning against the wall, quietly repeating to myself, "Just die already."

It had rained for several days, and even after the sky cleared, it was still stiflingly hot. Last night, the mosquito coil ran out, and I fed over twenty mosquitoes. In the morning, I woke up with unbearable itching all over my body. Helplessly scratching, it only made it itchier. Since quitting my last job, I had been idle at home for over a month. My body had also been idle for over a week because my boyfriend was on a business trip. With the mosquito bites acting up, oh my god, I directly changed my MSN name to "Just die already."

He was 15 minutes late from the agreed time. What could I say? He was the boss. While waiting for him, I aimlessly looked around and saw a waiter who looked like Kim Cheng-wu. Truly, fate can be cruel! Just as I was lost in thought, Zhang Si Dong arrived with a serious face, saying he was too busy, which was why he met me so late.

Article Summary: Sometimes I imagine, let us only possess each other's bodies, own those beautiful hollow lies from each other, just like all the couples in the world who can stay together for years. This is undoubtedly the wisest compromise people make towards life. But I can't compromise, isn't this an unwise move?

The lower half controls the upper half

Not long after, someone asked me what was wrong, and I couldn't answer. Looking at my face in the mirror, which looked moldy, I felt like I would die in this forgotten corner. At that moment, the phone rang, "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "Do you have time to come out today?" "For what?" "To talk about your new job!" This man named Zhang Si Dong said a month ago that he would talk about work, then there was no news. Now he suddenly appeared again. Fortunately, his company wasn't small, so it was worth discussing.

With a woman's intuition, I sensed something hidden behind this proposal, but I still agreed. Occasionally, women over 25 use their lower halves to think. In the struggle between spirit and body, the spirit may also give in.

He clamped my face with one hand, eyes flashing dangerously, "Your face is really small!" At this point, I truly didn't dare to look at him. My head pressed tightly against the wall as I closed my eyes. He used his other hand to untie the thin strap at the back of my neck, placing his tobacco-scented lips on mine.

At the moment he closed his phone, I completely fell apart. He obviously wasn't in the same state as before. "Sorry, baby, I need to rush back to the company," he said. "Something big happened. You can just lock the door when you leave. Sorry, I can't see you out." Then he grabbed his handbag and rushed out the door, probably taking only half a second. I collapsed into the corner like mud, my mind blank. Suddenly, I felt a sharp itch on my arm. Looking over, I saw a mosquito there. I slapped it away. How could there be mosquitoes during the day?