Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

On the other hand, Winnie was a little distracted and in a trance on her way back.

After getting out of the car, she sat in front of the neighborhood, bought a few cans of beer and poured them into

her mouth one after another.

When she really couldn't drink anymore, she got up and wandered around the neighborhood several times to calm

herself down gradually.

She took a deep breath, looked at the bright moon overhead, and couldn't help but reach out her hand.

What seemed to be close at hand seemed to be reaching out and becoming more distant.

Channing is like the moon, the most dazzling presence in the dark night that is out of her reach.

When she got off the elevator, she walked to the door and was just about to press her fingerprint to unlock the door

when her wrist was gripped.

Winnie turned her head, surprise and dismay in her foggy eyes, "You ......"

"Why go first."

"Huh?"

I don't know if it's because of the wine or something else, Winnie didn't react for a moment and didn't really

understand: "I ......"

Channing stared at her and spoke word for word, "Cooper says he's after you."

Winnie thought that Channing's cold and distant attitude at the showroom had said it all.

After all, it was her fault in the first place, and it was she who initiated the breakup.

They ended three years earlier.

So Channing's two questions in quick succession left her completely at a loss as to how to answer.

But his sight was so blunt that she had to turn her head sideways and dodge her gaze a few times before she

stammered out a reply, "Yes ...... is it, maybe, I ......"

In her panic, she suddenly grabbed a straw: "Are you just returning to the country, then have you gone to see your

sister, she ......"

Channing didn't answer and looked at her without saying a word.

Winnie lowered her gaze, even after all that time, she still couldn't do it and faced him openly and without shame,

she opened the door while saying, "Go back, your sister must still be waiting for you at home."

She lifted her leg into the house and turned to slowly pull the door shut.

Suddenly, the door was blocked.

Winnie subconsciously looked up, but before she could speak, her eyes went dark, and the door behind her

slammed shut with a bang.

"Chan......"

She had just opened her mouth when her lips were blocked.

Winnie couldn't help but stare.

Channing took control of her hands and pried her teeth apart with the tip of his tongue, each step, full of force.

She was pinned against the wall, unable to retreat.

Winnie drank the brain was a little dizzy, this moment is even feel the breath was taken away, the whole person

completely powerless, as if the soul is not their own.

The kiss, too, changed from a vengeful nibble at the beginning to a soothing gentle suck.

I don't know how long it took, but Channing finally let her go, his voice low: "I'm not giving you these three years for

someone else to come after you."

Winnie found some sense and was about to say something when he nibbled on her earlobe and called out nastily,

"Sister."

A blast of hotness spread from the ears to the whole body.

Winnie instantly felt that her whole being was about to be blown away.

Channing has never called her a sister before, but she has called herself a sister many times.

If before, he called her a sister, she would have thought it was normal, nothing.

But it's not the same today ......

That silent teenager has grown up.

He was wearing a suit, cool and reserved.

On the showroom, talking to people, it is the technology and the future that she does not understand.

It looks much more composed.

But it is this kind of him that shouted the two words he was once most reluctant to say out to her.

The sense of contrast almost drove her crazy.

She turned her head sideways and reached out to push him, trying to keep herself awake, "Chan, I ......"

Channing wasn't about to listen to her explanation as he re-nibbled on her lips, picked her up, and placed her on the

doorknob by the door.

Winnie felt like she was really going crazy, everything tonight happened suddenly and outrageously, leaving her

defenseless.

She should have pushed him away, but the hand on his shoulder, but never could get the strength.

Winnie slowly clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and her mind was left with nothing but chaos, as if her nerves

were numbed by alcohol.

Unknowingly, her hands had wrapped around his neck, and as his hot lips and tongue moved down, she tilted her

neck and increased her breathing.

A few moments later, his low voice rang in his ears, "Which side is the room on."

Winnie struggled to raise her hand and pointed in one direction.

Channing clasped her in his arms and lifted his leg to walk over.

There are no lights on in the house, only the faint light coming in from the window.

Yet it is enough.

Channing laid her down on the bed and the kisses fell again, only this time they went deeper than once.

She closes her eyes, her body's instincts painful and pleasurable.

Channing palm over her back, open the zipper, unlock the secret button ......

Further down the line, there is a soulful scream.

Off to the side, Channing took her hand and touched it to his shirt button: "Help me unbutton it. Sister."

Winnie: "......"

With what little sanity she had she spoke with difficulty, "Can you stop calling me that ......"

Channing said, "Weren't you the one who said that you always treated me like a brother."

Winnie really felt like she was going crazy as he held her wrist with a kind of insistence that he wouldn't stop until he

got what he wanted.

She could only shake her fingers and unbutton her shirt one by one.

By the time she reached the last one, her hands were completely exhausted.

It's a good thing Channing didn't give her a hard time about it again, snapping the sound of metal clanging.

This already ambiguous and humid atmosphere, adding a point of charm.

A few seconds later, Winnie cringed in pain, her hand clenched tightly around his shoulder blade.

Channing slowed his movements and whispered, "Relax."

Winnie was silent for a few seconds, looking into the pitch black overhead, her voice soft: "You didn't do enough

foreplay."

Channing: "......"

He looked down and bit her earlobe, even worse than before, "What should I do then? Sister."

Winnie tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat and her breathing faltered.

Instead, he prefers to ask, "Is this okay?"

So, she paid a terrible price for the words she just uttered.

When her body couldn't help but cringe several times, he finally stopped torturing her with his hands.

Throughout the night, Winnie felt as if her body had been divorced from her soul.

One in bed, one in the sky.