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I got my car, sparkling champagne gold, very pleasing to my likingIt's still a bit timid for a novice to get on the road.

Y was kind and willing to serve as my sparring partner for a month, taking a taxi to our company every day after work, and then sitting in the passenger seat of my car and going home together.

"The car is just to drive more, and you can get started quickly." Y said.

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Y, when I feel familiar, I will invite you to a big meal and reimburse your fare." ”

On this day, when I drove out of the basement barrier, I couldn't reach the credit card machine. I felt like I was stupid. Y couldn't help but laugh as he watched me stretch out my arms and struggle, ready to open the door and help me swipe my card.

Just then, a black SUV came into storage from the side of the road, and I didn't pay much attention to it, but it lowered its window as it passed next to me. I turned my head to look, and it turned out to be L.

He gave me a blank look, then turned his gaze to Y, who had just gotten out of the car.

I was so scared that my feet loosened, and the car slipped backwards. "Didn't you pull the handbrake in neutral while braking and waiting? How dangerous it is! Y shouted from the back of my car. I quickly glanced in the rearview mirror, and I had just slipped and almost hit him.

I hurriedly put the gear on the handbrake, and by this time L's car had already driven in without hesitation.

What is he doing in our company parking lot?

Y helped me sit up after swiping the card, I hurriedly kicked the accelerator and rushed out of the basement, and a sharp turn made him nervous and shouted: "Girl! Start halfway uphill, don't be so fierce! ”

I chatted with Y absentmindedly all the way.

Why did you come to our company?

He saw me.

He also saw y.

Is he here for S?

Or is it someone else?

"What are you thinking?" Y reminded me, "Be attentive when driving. ”

"Hmm." I nodded, "Thinking about work." ”

Y didn't notice L. But my evasive attitude fully exposed my incompetence in emotional intelligence. Just such a small scene, at a glance, I felt as if I was a spy in a spy. I really couldn't resist it at all. There seems to be a strong magnetic field in him. If he finds an opportunity to "correct the Fa on the spot", I guess I will still be as weak and helpless as a year ago, and I will be easily taken down by him again, and I will be mired in the chaotic quagmire full of boundless desires.

Yes, it's been more than a year since L and I rolled the sheets for the first time. A lot has happened in the past year, going round and round, losing and regaining, gaining and losing. However, when I face him to this day, I have to admit that I am still cowardly, and this has not changed. Because my feelings for him have never changed. If this relationship is completely dead, I can bury it quietly in the bottom of my heart; However, it is always like a volcano that has been temporarily silent, a time bomb, lurking around me, and it will burst the ground when I find the opportunity.

I pressed my pounding heart. I can't let this "opportunity" come to me.

I glanced at Y beside me.

I can't let L destroy my island with his own hands.

I was nervous for days, but L didn't contact me. It always turns out that it's me thinking too much.

MD, sometimes I'm annoyed with myself: I'm such a big person, and I'm doing pretty well at work and dealing with people, how can I be like an immature child when I encounter this, and I suffer from gains and losses like a frightened bird every day. Thinking about it from another angle, this actually stems from the contradiction between my self-preservation law and my heart's desire: human beings yearn for a predictable and certain future, and l always brings me irreversibility and insecurity, which will make my life full of uncontrollable crises and fears, losses and pains, so I have to flee from them; But as I fled, another voice deep inside me was groaning: letitgo. burn it. Hesitation is the biggest killer of fate.

Forbearance for "love" or forgiveness for "love", or for "love", which is more regrettable? The answer to this question will vary depending on the stage of life.

I'm almost 30 years old, and I can't wander and pursue anything uncertain.

Does love or not love have a dime to do with me? All I have to do now is clear the stop.

At night, I hid Y's book under my pillow and whispered in his ear: "Hey, I bought a very cute little Nene two days ago, do you want to see it?" ”

Y smiled understandingly, touched my chin, and said, "I can't take it off." ”

I bit my lip and said, "Why? ”

"I've been catching a cold lately."

I knew he meant that too frequent ML seemed to cause his fitness to drop and his resistance to deteriorate. The problem is that since we've been living together, we've only done it once or twice a month! Not really! Do you want to be at the same frequency with your aunt in the future, and you can only come once a month?

But Y does seem to be on the verge of catching a cold lately, and I'd better not toss him, lest the time comes when he really gets the trick and blames me. I pursed my lips and found an excuse to go to the next room.

It's hard to imagine that after living with a man, I have to sort myself out from time to time. When I was separated from my ex-boyfriends before, the demand was not so strong. Of course, this can't be discovered by Y, otherwise my image will be completely gone.

In my mind at the moment, there are soft images full of hot kisses and slender fingers, which cannot be expelled. I have always marveled at his exuberant energy, and for a long time we saw each other almost every week, except for the week I had my menstrual break. As long as I don't contact him for three days, his phone will chase me up, tease me as much as he can, and force me to go on a crazy date with all kinds of excuses.

Maybe it was stimulated by the burning gaze of L sitting in four circles, but this time it was a little longer.

"What are you doing?"

"Look for mosquito coils!" I pulled my hair up, opened the door and ran back to my room.

It is normal for every man to have different physiological needs. I still don't want to admit that it has anything to do with my own charisma.

In all fairness, Y was very nice and considerate to me. Once I wanted to drink a Coke in the middle of the night, and he got out of bed and went downstairs to buy it. He is very responsible, never makes exaggerated promises, and every decision is carefully thought out beforehand. His circle of friends is full of serious people. Although it is very rational, it is also gentle. Such a man, you will be happy if you choose him.

So, what is the loss of the joy of the bed.

Xiao M doesn't know if he has ever encountered such a problem? I thought to myself. Then he overturned the issue: don't ask, save yourself from humiliation. An "old girl" like me who is dissatisfied with her desires is estimated to be a rare wonder, and she will be laughed at and generous.