There was not much space in the car, not to mention that we were in the passenger seat, so we were close to each other the whole time.
Even if he performed a difficult turn over midway, Xu Qiaosen never left.
This time it was a different experience.
I felt ashamed, but I also liked it.
Just like what he said, I had no way out.
I would really tremble under him, and I really couldn't help but want to ask for more.
"Who are you?
Tell me who you are."
Xu Qiaosen asked, holding my hand.
He intertwined his fingers with mine and tried to support the weight of my entire body with his palm.
My thoughts were chaotic, and there was no room in my brain to think about other things.
I only knew how to answer in accordance with his voice, while answering, while speeding up the rhythm.
"I, I am Liu Ruqing, your, your wife, I am yours."
Sobs of pain and pleasure escaped from my mouth.
I raised my head and felt the sticky wetness of sweat gushing out from every pore.
Xu Qiaosen knows my weaknesses, whether they are physical or psychological.
I am an emotionally deficient person.
Deep in my heart, I long to be cared for.
I long to be loved and cared for.
This is almost a common psychological problem among women, but I am more aware of it.
So he used this special way to control me, and obviously, he succeeded.
I followed his rhythm more and more indulgently, and finally flew to the top of the sky with him again, hovering for a long time before falling down.
I have seen some short videos on the Internet describing this, and the whole car body was shaking.
At that time, I thought it was fake, and I thought about how much force it would take to shake such a heavy thing.
Now, after experiencing it personally, I know that it is possible.
During the process, the power bursting out of the two people's bodies is really beyond imagination.
After the clouds and rain passed, I collapsed on him, and he patted my back with his palms, again and again, until my consciousness gradually became blurred.
When I woke up, I was already lying in bed, wearing pajamas.
There was no one at home, and Xu Qiaosen didn't know where he went.
I looked at the time, and it happened to be six o'clock in the afternoon.
Aunt Liu should have gone shopping for groceries at this time.
I got up and lazily poured myself a glass of red wine, imitating Xu Qiaosen's usual way of sipping it, but I didn't think it was enough, so I just drank it in one gulp.
The red wine is a bit bitter and slightly spicy, but after drinking it, the aftertaste is sweet on the tongue and throat.
I seem to be addicted to drinking it, drinking one glass after another.
The furnishings in the room become sparse in front of my eyes.
I don't think I'm drunk because my brain is still clear.
I remember everything that happened today, even the little details.
I remember Zhang Jia and Irene got married, and they held a wedding.
I remember the look in Zhang Jia's eyes towards Irene, that kind of love and care that I have never had before.
I remember that Xu Qiaosen and I had sex in the car once.
In that small space, we had to bend our waists to get in and out of the car, and the two of us actually wanted each other there.
I still remember a lot, such as my son's cold eyes, Xu Qiaosen's devilish face, and Irene and Lu Minghua are actually the same person.
I opened another bottle of red wine and took another sip.
Isn’t it said that good wine relieves a thousand worries?
I drank so much, why am I still not drunk?
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Why am I still worried?
Suddenly, a white hand snatched the wine bottle from my hand, looked at me condescendingly and said, "Women who are preparing for pregnancy cannot drink alcohol
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