Be Eaten Up with Love
Chapter 16: One Night of Tenderness

Chapter 16: One Night of Tenderness

I thought that people like Wayne Gilbert who was used to enjoy in a comfortable position orenvironment would never bear to live in an old house with me without air conditioning for onenight.Unexpectedly, after he glanced around, his eyes remained 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 suddenly turned red.

Although, I made love with him twice,my mind was still clean and I didn't fantasize about the feeling ofdoing that thing with men in my mind.

"I haven't brought a man back, so no one has checked the quality of this bed with me." After that, Iimmediately changed the topic, fearing that I had been entangled in this issue for too long so that Icouldn't stand.

"Do you want to drink water? There's water in the tea bottle. Let me pour you a cup!"

He nodded. I quickly picked up the thermos, poured a cup with a disposable cup and then handed it tohim.

"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 so hot, I took my pajamasto the bathroom.

I took the slowest bath in my life. After applying body lotion to my body unhurriedly, I was going to blowdry my hair. The bathroom door opened with a 'clicking' and Wayne Gilbert propped himself on the door

with one hand: "So slow, 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 leather band and thenwalked out with a look of taking death calmly.

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

That was a novel published by a online literary female writer who Katherine Gilbert liked. She wasfascinated by it, a look of lost soul by the hero's collusion.I was so curious that borrowed it from her fortwo days.

"The Hegemonic President Loves it Deeply"He opened a page and read the colorful contents of thebook. The more I listened, the more blushed I became, I scolded Katherine Gilbert fiercely in my heart.After reading a few paragraphs, he closed the book and walked slowly to me.

"Lydia Toland,I can't imagine you are so horny. You put it under your pillow and read this kind of book,huh?"

Listening to his teasing tone and feeling the masculinity of his close proximity, my legs were soft. It wasundeniable that in front of Wayne Gilbert, no matter when I was against him, the winning rate wasbasically zero.In bed, I even failed one after another, it just lacked of not beg for mercy.

I smiled awkwardly and watched him put down the novel. Then he picked up my soft body and pressedme 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.

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

I was constantly shaken by his superb skills, and soon forgot the previous two unpleasant experiencesand was brought into his world by him.

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

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

"What are you doing?" I shrank my body and straightened his head,I was afraid that his head wouldturn around to see my naked body.

"Why is the skin so white?" Wayne Gilbert looked at my blushing face and asked with a smile on hislips.

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 body through the moonlightoutside the window.

"What a boring woman you are!"

Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the cicadas kept chirping in someold locust trees.The weak moonlight was projected through the cracks in the branches......