Back at the InterContinental Hotel, it was midnight.

Ling Li took off his cold coat without hesitation. It was as if it was so cold every winter, and she was afraid of the cold. But for some reason, whenever winter comes, she always has a reason to go out.

"How old is that girl?"

Takeda smiled and took off her loosely wrapped scarf.

"Sixteen," she said lightly. The corners of her mouth were trembling slightly, it was really cold outside, and she hadn't recovered yet.

Takeda handed her a glass of whiskey, and he deliberately chose the strongest alcohol to warm her body as soon as possible.

"It's so young. He took a sip of the wine along where she had drunk, a little bitter. "The last time I saw the woman, I remember that she was thirty-two years old, and this time she was sixteen years old, and his taste changed quite quickly. ”

"He likes young people, after all, I was eighteen when we met. She didn't finish the glass, it hung on the table, and in a moment it fell down, and the glass shattered.

Takeda hooked her chin, and he kissed her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth. Then, kissed her naked. Exposed calves. Her legs were cold, like ice that couldn't melt.

"You're always disobedient, and you're too thin underneath in the winter. It's cold outside, Ling Li. ”

He went in.

She snorted, and felt no more. Only when he stopped, he said, "He only told me that he wore a thick top." ”

"Do you think he'd tell you to wear something thicker?"

He exerted his force suddenly, and she had some difficulty breathing.

"But you don't like me either, do you, Mr. Takeda?"

"At least I know that I feel sorry for the woman I slept with. ”

"So you're still a responsible prostitute?"

He turned her face, and his tone was not as kind as before, revealing an indescribable emotion.

"The first time I did it with a woman, I just thought it was cool. ”

He paused and stroked her brow, "I never wanted to look at their faces, always with their eyes closed, or with the lights off. But Ling Li, do you know that you have a kind of magic power for me, even when I kiss you, I want to look at your face. ”

She doesn't speak. She didn't know what to say.

After a long time, her hand rested back on his shoulder, "Go ahead, while you still have feelings for me." ”

She always spoke lightly. He was a little annoyed, not understanding if she was speaking to everyone the same tone, or just to him. Or was she just a different tone to the man?

Come to think of it, he'd rather she'd only be like that to him. At least it proves that he is not the same as others.

"Didn't you think about divorcing him?" he was unwilling, and he had lost count of the first time he had asked her this question. Each time she either didn't speak or said she didn't know.

"I tried, I couldn't live without him. She cried.

He was a little overwhelmed and had to get off her.

"Now, I ask you, what kind of feelings do you have for me?" she was finally willing to tell him about anything other than her husband.

He tried to feel her feelings for her. They have known each other for three years, slept with each other for three years, and of course, during these three years, he has also found other women. As for her, he didn't know if she had slept with any man other than him.

It doesn't matter if he's slept with them, they're the same as him anyway, and she hasn't been able to like it in the slightest.

She's just too lonely. But she didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she did it just to get someone's attention.

He failed to comprehend the weight of the emotion. But recently, when he looks for other women, he is always not interested, only when he does it with her, he wants to see her face.

You know, casual people, when they do casual things, may really just think, 'This woman is beautiful,' 'She's tight,' 'She's big breasts,' 'She's screaming lewd.' He did it with her, and at first it was casual. Recently, when she shrank under him, he always wanted to look at this somewhat poor woman, he suddenly wanted to have a home with her, he also wanted her to have children for himself, he wanted to be responsible for her.

The thought made him feel a little crazy and a little unbelievable.

Probably, he's a little ...... Like her?

"Do you like me, or do you love me?"

"Like and love, what do you think is the difference between the two?"

"When you fall in love with someone, you know the difference. Again, she said lightly.

She remembered when her husband first came to Japan.

There was a dense drizzle like needles floating in the sky, and she couldn't open her eyes a little.

She had read a book that said that people who love each other will meet in the snow.

She didn't meet the person she was expecting in the snow, but on a rainy day. But that doesn't really matter. She decides to start slowly liking rainy days, who made him appear in the rain?

At that time, there was no romance or beauty. She thinks that this man who speaks broken Japanese is probably a psychopath.

Oh, she hadn't even had her eighteenth birthday then, and she should have been seventeen to be exact. The daughter of the chaebol family, who is beautiful and beautiful, is the object that many boys are willing to pursue.

But she didn't have a reason to choose him. Her mother, of course, disagreed, so she hid him in her father's villa, which had died.

Then he said he liked her and he kissed her. It was her first kiss.

Not long after, he said he was going to marry her, and he slept with her.

Of course, he only said that he liked her, but he never told her that he loved her.

Don't condemn her for being stupid, let's just say that she's really timid. She knew that his liking for her was past the deadline, but she still had to rely on him.

She didn't have the courage to leave him. She found that she seemed to have no bottom line more and more, she tolerated him eating with other women, tolerated him walking with other women, tolerated him sleeping with other women, and tolerated him telling them that he liked them.

In the end, she tolerated that he didn't love her. No, he didn't love her at all, it should be said that she tolerated it, he didn't like her.

Before, everyone she knew said that she was a kind girl. She doesn't know when it started, she learned from her mother's methods when she was young, learned the old routines in TV dramas, she sent people to spy on her husband, gave money to the women he provoked, and of course, she also beat them and threatened them.

When faced with such a relationship, few people can stand up and pat their chest and say that he or she can do it without being sad or happy.

She just used some means, she just did what she had to do. Anyone can hate her, but there's no reason for her to hate herself.