The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Abstention from alcohol being the first of the five precepts in Buddhism was not without basis; drinking could really get people into trouble.

Actually, Sophia kind of knew what was happening

She seemingly knew what she was doing, but she just could not take charge of her body.

She swiftly took off all her clothes and moved to stand below the showerhead.

The cold made her shiver. “What’s wrong with you, John? The water is freezing.”

Her words were soft and gentle.

After that, she turned around, walked a few steps, and hugged John as if she was trying to get some heat from his body.

John gnashed his teeth. Even though he also had a good amount of alcohol in him, he did not get it as bad as her.

At this point, perhaps because John’s body was not as warm as she expected, she snorted, “Why is your body so cold as well?”

If it was not because Sophia’s eyes were closed the whole time, John would have thought that she did all this on purpose. Right at this point, she was carelessly rubbing his chest.

In the end, she could not find a spot that could warm her up.

So, she wiggled her hips. “Could you please make the water warmer?”

John stood there for a while, staring at the bathroom door.

He slowly exhaled before placing

She did not respond.

chin. The water

she turned

Her voice sounded pitiful.

grunted. “That’s because I’m giving you a

how much beer

cold

tilted her head backward and

proceeded to

this point, John still remembered

his arms around her and walked a few steps before grabbing the towel next to

then swaddled

out of the bathroom and onto the

where John knew that he should not be doing this, and he could not help

happened the moment Zack invited Sophia over to

they were in bed, there was a moment where

eyes and said,

and continued to finger

began to gasp while looking

get rid of you

that she was not fully

his last kiss on

gradually closed her eyes

aroused today—it was a feeling he

he recalled the scene when Sophia

weak and fragile, looking like a little

on the chair with her greasy hands while nibbling at a crab claw, which contrasted her ladylike manner when she was still at the Constance

which was also what he hated to see the

point, he felt sorry for her; he was unsure if he was still under the influence

Sophia, who was all

John began to pound her even

looked like she was not feeling too comfortable. She grabbed John by his