For the rest of the trip, I still chose to be obedient and let Moussa drive. (I was talking about the route on the side, and when I got home about a kilometer or so, I found a hotel and settled Moussa here.)

He didn't bring any luggage and came with a relaxed body. After checking in, he turned around and asked me, "Are you hungry?"

"Good. I nodded, searched for a nearby halal restaurant with my mobile phone, chose the one that was said to be the purest, and drove over with Moussa. I feel a little sorry in my heart, Chongqing's most special' hot pot and most of the delicacies, he can't enjoy it when he comes here.

Along the way, the streets were full of beautiful 'girls' who 'exposed' their fronts, 'breasts', 'backs', and big 'legs', and I was a little worried, and asked him curtly: "Will it be very unaccustomed?"

"It's okay, it's more 'exposed' at Jumeirah Beach. "

"Do you dislike me when you see them?" I tried to keep my tone as flirtatious as I could, like a joke.

Musa smiled suddenly: "Of course not, how can you think that?"

I avoided answering, put my hand on his big 'thigh', and asked him in turn, "Hey, honestly, I never knew, why do you like me?"

I've been with him for so long, and this is the first time I've brought up this question. In the past, I didn't think there was any need to ask, but now that I am in a city full of delicate Chongqing 'girl' children, the sense of crisis and the sense of 'confusion' hit me in an instant, and I still can't escape this 'woman' favorite question.

But without thinking about it, Mosa spoke calmly, calmly, and calmly, "I don't know." "

"Huh?" I thought he would give a long list of reasons.

"I just don't know. He repeated, but laughed, "Why do I need so many reasons to know about feelings? Then tell me why you like me?"

I thought about it, because of his handsomeness, his gentleness, his wealth, all of these factors, but by no means all of them. I can only say why I don't like someone, but I can't say why I like someone. Isn't that what people do? Fall in love for a few moments, and then spend the rest of the long years torturing yourself to ask yourself why you want to fall in love. And this is not something worth repeating.

I suddenly found that the answer "I don't know" seems confusing, but it is the best answer to this question. If you like each other for sure, you don't like it enough, and because you can't say why, you like everything else and everything else. And in the process when Mouses and I could not fully get each other, this love was sublimated by the pain of the taboo.

"Cece, someone else is not you, don't doubt it. He held the steering wheel in one hand and squeezed mine with the other, "I may have infinite possibilities before I like you, but after I like you, there is only one possibility left." ( good-looking cotton 'flower' sugar"

I smiled and closed my eyes, once again indulging in his tender words, unwilling to wake up.

It's so unclear, but it's actually 'pretty good'. Everything is empty, but the good thing is that his love for me is real. I don't want to be dogmatic anymore, to be disciplined, to use the rules and regulations of the world to shackle myself again. In the past, I was too concerned about moral constraints, so I chose to escape again and again. But now, even Lemis, who has acquiesced in my existence, why should I not hold Moses' hand? Although I do not understand why Arab 'daughters' can tolerate husbands taking more than one wife, I do not want to think about it anymore.

The restaurant didn't have a garage and we parked our car outside and walked in side by side. A combination like ours is a striking focus wherever we go on the street. Sometimes, it's a source of pride, but more often than not, it's a problem.

Just now, as soon as I entered the restaurant, I was stopped by a middle-aged 'woman' and 'woman' at a table next to the 'door'.

"Xixi, are you also here for dinner?" she actually knew my name.

I turned my head and saw that she was a little familiar, and thought about it, it was a certain aunt who lived in the same community, and she had a 'good' relationship with my mother. This area is too small, and Chongqing people love to eat, so it is not uncommon to meet acquaintances in more famous restaurants.

"yes, it's been a long time. I reluctantly smiled at her, a little worried.

She glanced at Moussa beside me and said, "Ouch, I heard that you studied abroad and brought your boyfriend back?"

I didn't want to cause trouble in vain, so I shook my head and said, "It's not my boyfriend, it's a classmate who came to China for tourism." "

The 'woman' probably had an instinctive admiration for a handsome man, and she looked at Moussa with a smile: "Your classmate is very handsome." After a casual greeting, he recommended us the restaurant's special 'color' dishes, and soon let us go.

I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down with Moussa. He habitually grabbed my hand under the cover of the dining table and asked me, "Do you have to go home at night?"

"Hmm. I nodded, "My parents asked me to be home by ten o'clock in the evening." "

"I understand, my family doesn't allow 'girl' children to go out alone at night. Moussa glanced at the Beijing time on my phone, smiled and said, "Then we have to hurry up and eat." "

Moussa is not particularly accustomed to Chongqing-style halal food, which he finds too spicy and lacks all the spices found in Middle Eastern cuisine, but he still eats very happily: "It was the first meal I had in China, but it was not as delicious as the one you made for me during Ramadan last year." "

"This year, your Ramadan should be approaching, if you like, I can make it for you every day. "While it's okay now, if you can do more for him, let's try to get more.

His eyes lit up: "Is it really possible?"

I smiled: "Of course, but I'm not a Muslim, so don't dislike the food that passes through my hands." "

Moussa nodded pleasantly. In front of me, he always indulged and indulged in the code of faith. Just as I was in front of him, the line of defense of emotions always fell again and again. But we all know that no matter how indulgent you are, the limit still exists and cannot be eliminated.

After the meal, we couldn't wait to go back to the hotel room, and with the sound of "bang-" closing the "door", the "passion" that we had endured all day was instantly ignited. He picked me up and spun me around, pinning me down on the soft Simmons, then took off my shoes and covered my hands over my skin while gently moisturizing my 'lips'.

Suddenly, I felt a strange warm current rushing through my lower abdomen, which was heavy and painful.

"Mosa—" I called him softly, hesitating, "don't panic, I see, as if I'm here—"

"Huh?" he looked a little lost and fell sideways beside me. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom to check, and the red stain came into my eyes, and sure enough, it was.

Walking out of the bathroom, I met Musa's eager gaze and whispered, "I'm sorry." "

Lying down beside him, both of them were a little at a loss. After a while, Moussa suddenly reversed his body and 'groped' at my skin in a rage. It wasn't until I clearly felt the layer of cotton towel through the thin fabric that I retracted my hand stupidly, with a little aggrieved.

His expression of loss that he 'wanted' to speak and stopped suddenly made my 'chest' gush with infinite guilt. I think of the happiness and pain he gave me, the decision he made to go thousands of miles, the emotional and bowed his head to stay, and I hated myself for not being able to satisfy him.

He looked at me, his eyes, his face, and his body full of raging and intensely restrained flames. The good times are passing quickly, what can I do for him, and what can I not do for him?

So, I leaned down, reverently knelt between his legs, opened my mouth and bowed my head, surrendering to his male 'sexual' body. I had no experience in this matter, I just wanted to make him happy and satisfied.

This hopeless affection is a quagmire, and the deeper it sinks, the thinner the future, the more I want to please him as much as I can. In this relationship, I changed bit by bit, deepened step by step, and sank precariously from the initial resistance and evasion, to the restraint and forbearance later, and then to the greed and indulgence now.

I slowly and deeply slurped his core, and Moussa was surprised for a few seconds, then quickly came to his senses, his knees began to tremble, and he swung his head back. At the highest point of the tremor, he hoarsely shouted "cece", like a voice rooted in the soul, far away and very close.

"You're so nice. When it was over, he hugged me, bit my earlobe, and gasped slightly.

I smiled, and even though my * wasn't relieved, I would have loved to have him satisfied.

I took a hasty shower without getting my hair wet. I looked at the time, and it was half past nine.

"You're going back?" Mousa hugged me, reluctant to give up.

"Hmm. I kissed him on the mouth, "I'll come back to you tomorrow, you can check where you want to go, don't worry." "

Almost without hesitation, he said, "I want to go to the bamboo forest, the same bamboo forest when I watched a Chinese movie with you last time." What is the movie called? I don't remember exactly. "

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I replied.

"Yes, that's it. At that time, you said that you would take me to such a bamboo forest. He said, half-threateningly, "If you don't come, I can't speak the language alone, and I won't be able to survive in Chongqing, so you can't leave me here." "

I kissed him on the mouth again, tenderly and sweetly: "Of course not, I will come to you early tomorrow morning." I promise. "

"Good. He finally smiled and let go of me reassuringly, "Good night, see you tomorrow morning." "

"Good night, dear Mouses, see you tomorrow morning. "

At this time, I swore to him that I was sincere from the word to the heart. Unexpectedly, the next morning, I really missed the appointment.

The morning light is faint, and the fog is beginning to wake up. I opened my eyes dimly, dressed up and washed up, thinking about Musa who was still in the hotel. When I was ready to go out, I was suddenly stopped by my father.

He held his mobile phone and asked me with a strange expression: "Xixi, did you use the car yesterday?"

"yes. I was stunned and pretended to be calm and said, "I sent you and your mother a text message, classmate, please eat." "

Dad was still frowning: "Is it so far to eat? How do you drive the car to the airport expressway? "

I chuckled in my heart, and I wanted to quibble, "No, right?

"Wrong? Look at what it is. "Dad handed me the mobile phone, I took it uneasily, and found that it was a text message from the 'Traffic' Bureau, saying that my car was stopped in an emergency on the highway yesterday, but it was not marked with warning lights according to the regulations, and a fine of 200 yuan was deducted 3 points.

After thinking about it, it was the impulsive temporary stop that Musa had made yesterday when I told me about the results. In a hurry, I forgot to turn on the warning light!