Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the floor of the living room, clothes were scattered everywhere.

On a tea table was the takeaway left neglected, which had long cooled off.

The bedside lamp, radiating amorously swaying light, projected on the wall, where two silhouettes were tangling vigorously.

After a long while, all this came to a stop.

Sherry lay prone on the bed, wet with perspiration, yet unwilling to make a single movement, just took out her cellphone, swiping casually.

Daniel tied the condom expertly into a knot and threw it into the trashcan. “When are we getting married?” he asked.

Sherry paused and turned to him with a confused look on her face, “Getting what?”

Daniel repeated with misgivings, “Married.”

“Marry who?”

Knowing that she was doing this on purpose, Daniel pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on her.

Perchance triggered with a little uneasiness by his eyes, Sherry shifted her attention back to the phone, with much resemblance to a cheating philanderer who denied his deeds after what happened, “I’ve got no intention of getting married now, and you are welcome to find someone else to tie the knot, if you would like to.”

Daniel couldn't believe it.

He was on the verge of bursting into laughter when he was supposed be pissed off, “Aren't your parents always urging you to find a partner?”

“Yeah, but I don't necessarily need to get married. You just meet with them to see if there is a proper one. I still want to play around for some time. It's so great to be single that you can change your boyfriend anytime you like.”

“Now I am getting the idea of why you are such a bigot of non-marriage. It would be troublesome dealing with a divorce after marriage. I might as well pick up some guys while I'm still vernal, and taste the fun of the world.

Daniel gritted his teeth and threw a question, “So am I treated as your boyfriend or something to make booty call for?”

“It doesn't matter,” said Sherry. “Anyway, we go separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend, or...”

Before she could finish, Daniel came up behind her, his teeth biting on the her thin shoulder, “Okay, I know what you want.”

For this time, without any foreplay before penetration, in the same gesture did Sherry give a stuffy snort. Her hand clenching the cellphone shivered, her head forced to be raised up and her breathing more ragged.

threw it aside, his jaw being taut on

on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily clutching the sheet

clip behind her head was unknowingly taken off by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled down, in the midst of which were

was going wrong. She turned to the man and asked, “Are you not

body sides, his eyes dodging down. There was no

was just about to speak, when she felt his

were on the tip of her tongue, in a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently were they released, “No... You can’t.

herself falling into

her almost overwhelmed this

her breath when the wave was, all at once halted

juncture, Daniel

had really gotten himself a

possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of all the messes in her mind and let her be with him

think. He would have slapped

to him before, and was still taking medicine for

was such

the other side, knowing nothing about how much he was mentally struggling and repentant, just took a soothing breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the bathroom clipping

did not give much concern, Men likes doing

made him stop, lest he had not retreated

comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for

sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath, and hastily began restoring

wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as

the sheet that she caught the sight

the kitchen came a faint

over, her sight glued to the man in the kitchen, “What

nude, was to dispose the takeout

spice from the takeout, she would not have been feeling that

“exercise” taken, the ingested at

Sherry, “Why

takeaway was reprocessed

too late at night, she simply stuffed

inquiry of such a limited amount was rewarded with a casual answer, “I’m on a

said, “On a barbecue