I thought that people like Wayne Gilbert who was used to enjoy in a comfortableposition or environment would never bear to live in an old house with me withoutair conditioning for one night.Unexpectedly, after he glanced around, his eyesremained on the big bed of one meter five.

"If the action is a little drastic,will the bed collapse?" I looked at him silly and instantly understood what he said, my face suddenlyturned red.

Although, I made love with him twice,my mind was still clean and I didn'tfantasize about the feeling of doing that thing with men in my mind.

"I haven't brought a man back, so no one has checked the quality of this bed withme." After that, I immediately changed the topic, fearing that I had beenentangled in this issue for too long so that I couldn't stand.

"Do you want to drink water? There's water in the tea bottle.

Let me pour you acup!" He nodded.

I quickly picked up the thermos, poured a cup with a disposable cupand then handed it to him.

"No tea, you just make do with it.

I'll take a bath,help yourself at home." I opened the window and made the room as airy as possible.

After it was not sohot, I took my pajamas to the bathroom.

I took the slowest bath in my life.

After applying body lotion to my bodyunhurriedly, I was going to blow dry my hair.

The bathroom door opened with a'clicking' and Wayne Gilbert propped himself on the door with one hand: "Soslow, I thought you were fainted in the bathroom by hot !"

I was so embarrassed that blushed, and I quickly dried my hair with a hair dryer.

After a quarter of an hour, I turned off the hair dryer, tied up my hair with a leatherband and then walked out with a look of taking death calmly.

In the room, under the dense and changeful light, Wayne Gilbert leaned lazily onthe bed and looked at the novel under my pillow.

That was a novel published by a online literary female writer who KatherineGilbert liked.

She was fascinated by it, a look of lost soul by the hero's collusion.Iwas so curious that borrowed it from her for two days.

"The Hegemonic President Loves it Deeply"He opened a page and read thecolorful contents of the book.

The more I listened, the more blushed I became, Iscolded Katherine Gilbert fiercely in my heart.

After reading a few paragraphs, heclosed the book and walked slowly to me.

"Lydia Toland,I can't imagine you are so horny.

You put it under your pillow andread this kind of book, huh?" Listening to his teasing tone and feeling the masculinity of his close proximity, mylegs were soft.

It was undeniable that in front of Wayne Gilbert, no matter when Iwas against him, the winning rate was basically zero.In bed, I even failed oneafter another, it just lacked of not beg for mercy.

I smiled awkwardly and watched him put down the novel.

Then he picked up mysoft body and pressed me onto the big bed.

The pajamas were ripped and the pajama trousers were killed in seconds.

Thinking of the previous two unpleasant experiences, I can't relax at all.

magic

Wayne Gilbert quickly sensed my stiff body, after a slight frown, he slowed downthe pace.

I was constantly shaken by his superb skills, and soon forgot the previous twounpleasant experiences and was brought into his world by him.

At this time, Wayne Gilbert suddenly turned on the bedside lamp and carefullyappreciated me.

The first two times, we groped for doing that thing in the darkness, I was notashamed to dare not to look him in the eye.But today, I was shocked by hissudden turn on of the light.

"What are you doing?" I shrank my body and straightened his head,I was afraidthat his head would turn around to see my naked body.

"Why is the skin so white?" Wayne Gilbert looked at my blushing face and askedwith a smile on his lips.

I quickly turned off the bedside lamp and pulled out the plug: "Don't look at me." In fact, even if the light was turned off, he could vaguely see my naked bodythrough the moonlight outside the window.

"What a boring woman you are!" Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the cicadaskept chirping in some old locust trees.The weak moonlight was projected throughthe cracks in the branches......