Extramarital Obsession/C10 I Really Want to Let You Go?
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C10 I Really Want to Let You Go?

I hate this woman for being so old in front of him. If she were to say so, she would be punished.

"You really want me to let you go?" he asked charmingly, and suddenly he was holding her earlobe.

"Mm …" Don't... Don't do that! " She struggled, writhed, tried to sit up, but he held her fast.

But the more she struggled, the closer she seemed to him, the more excited he became.

But she was aware that she had a family, and she could not allow herself to be so unrestrained.

"Alright, then I'll let you go if you give me a kiss." He turned his head and covered her lips with his, kissing her hard twice before letting go.

Being kissed by him made her head spin again, but she didn't give in. The strength in his hand relaxed, and she immediately jumped up.

Actually, she really didn't blame him. She felt that it was all her fault. After all, she was older than him. Right now, he could only blame himself. It seemed like he didn't like others calling him little.

"Stop it!" She took a deep breath, trying not to let him see through her thoughts.

"Alright, if you don't tell me, there will be a day …" What will happen one day, he said, instead getting up and going to the kitchen.

"I'll go cook the noodles!" When he was almost to the kitchen, he said something else.

Hee Xiaochu froze on the spot. Her heart skipped a beat from his unfinished sentence, as if she was filled with anticipation, but also as if she was extremely scared.

No, this is too abnormal. I must keep my distance from him tomorrow.

Ambiguous game cannot play, after all, people have animal nature, if any one of them succumbs, it will be an unrecoverable abyss.

After a while, the fragrance of instant noodles wafted out from the kitchen. Only then did she realize that she was really hungry. Her stomach growled.

"I don't have a restaurant here, let's eat here!" He took out half a pot of noodles, placed it on the tea table, and went back to get a bowl and chopsticks.

"I'll do it myself!" Seeing him serve her face, she felt a little apologetic. Perhaps it was because she was too used to serving others, but she wasn't used to enjoying the ready-made food.

"It's fine. I guess you must have had a hard time at home, poor thing. Just treat it as giving yourself a vacation today and let me serve you for a bit. "

he said briskly, and held it out to her.

Was he too smart, or was his predicament too obvious? Every word he said seemed to reach the depths of his heart. It was very warm, very caring.

Poor little thing? It seemed to be true, rather pitiful.

"So touched that I forgot to eat?" He looked at her in amusement.

Strange, he just felt pity for her. It seemed like he only knew her for a day, but it seemed like he had known her for a long time. The look in her eyes, the way she moved, the way she looked, everything about her made him feel sorry for her.

However, it was not a feeling of sympathy. Instead, it was a feeling of love, and he wanted to protect her.

"How could that be?" She smiled like a light lotus flower. It was so beautiful that he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What did you do?" She didn't want to talk about herself anymore. She wanted to talk to him, to make things less ambiguous.

She was still wearing the shirt with her thighs exposed to the roots. As long as she didn't leave the door, she could be in danger at any time.

Talking about something related to work is the best way to distract yourself.

"I've been on sale for two years, what about you?" He turned the conversation back to her.

Even though he knew she was a housewife and a sales manager, and there was nothing complicated about it, he still found it mysterious. He seemed to want to know more about her, perhaps because he wanted to get close to her.

"I worked in the literary category, copying and writing, and then did sales."

Her life was so simple that there was nothing new to talk about. If there was anything worth talking about, there was only depression and endless repetition.

"You don't seem happy."

"Eh?"

"I said, you're not happy!" he repeated, trying to find out why she was so unhappy.

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