L and I rarely go to public places together because he is very cautious. It was rare to have a meal together, and the location was remote, so I looked around to make sure that there were no familiar faces around, so I stepped forward and took his hand boldly, and snuggled up shyly. L laughed at my little girl complex, but he put his arm around my waist and cooperated with my performance proudly. He's very tall, and he's a rare match for my height. We walked into the foyer in high spirits, like a well-crafted celebrity couple, to the envious gaze of the doorman and passers-by.

The lyrics in Rihanna's "Diamonds" are perfect for me and L. At this moment, shining in the eyes of the other party, the whole world is overshadowed, and it doesn't care about how long it lasts.

While no one was looking, L's hand slipped down to my hips, and I jumped to the side in fright, looking back to see his signature evil smile: "Hey, people are very simple, okay?" "In public, can you not be so arrogant......"

The fifth meeting, two days earlier than scheduled.

The reason was that I was suddenly scheduled to go on a business trip, so I would have to wait two weeks to see each other again. As soon as I was notified, I called and asked L, "Are you free tonight?" There was anxiety in his tone.

After learning the reason, L said, "I'll arrange it, you wait for my call." ”

When we met that night, it was raining heavily. Even though I had an umbrella, I was still drenched when I got into the L car. There was music without lyrics and the wipers were dull, and we drove slowly down the highway with orange streetlights, surrounded by the faint sound of rain.

I couldn't see anything really, there was a layer of mist outside the window, and the car was ambiguous.

Neither of us spoke, but each other's hearts were connected: we wanted to see each other, and we wanted to be anxious. L pulled over to the side of the road, hugged my head and started kissing. I responded positively, muttering in a vague whisper, "I don't think I'm crazy." "What?"

I don't answer anymore. He understood, and the kiss was even more intense.

Time freezes at this moment. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I could almost hear the voice in his heart: Thank you for loving me. Although I didn't say it.

In addition to being gentle, intelligent, and clear-handed, a perfect lover should also be interesting. It's not intentional, it's about being a natural match for the object. In short, it is the seamless combination of confidantes and harmonious friends, which is also the dream of all men.

As lovers, L and I are a match made in heaven. Appreciation and complementarity, efficient communication, harmonious sexual taste, relaxed and pleasant, and occasional disputes are harmless. He is stinky and conceited, I am confused, I listen to him in everything in terms of going out, and I am happy to save trouble; There are laughs in casual chats, I think the other party is too cute, and I have something to talk about; Never quarrel over minutiae: it's still much better for a man to be mature, and I used to be angry with my little boyfriend about what to eat for dinner when I was in love; The moment of skin-to-skin blind date is even more perfect, and the sense of accomplishment of conquering each other is deep in the bone marrow. Even he himself said: "I have never had such a high-quality relationship." ”

Actually, L and I don't know each other as well as my friend D, but we don't have any burden getting along with each other, and we show our softest side of ourselves at first sight. Although everyone pretended to be perfect at first to shake hands and get acquainted, the moment of shaking hands, there was always an electric current in someone's heart, as if a glance was a thousand years, and the strong attraction of the same smell was not only the strong attraction, but also all the weaknesses of the other party and accepted them with compassion. That's the difference between a confidant and a friend.

I know that all passionate relationships will become calmer. It is difficult for my relationship with L to be interrupted by a sudden break, because we have passed the uncertain stage of mutual suspicion, and it is perhaps the best possibility to get together and disperse.

But when does that day come?

Among the people I know, the evaluation of L is mixed. He is a person with limitations in life and career, and I think it is mainly because of his pattern, which seems narrow. He's not selfish, but he's not philanthropic either.

I liked him after I got to know his weaknesses. In the past, I never judged my boss, because I knew that there must be something good about him if he was competent, no matter how obvious his flaws. But now that he's my lover, I can look at him with a lot of peace.

Suddenly, I reversed my impression of him: maybe he wasn't a good manager, but he was a good lover.

I used to be the most resentful of rolling the sheets with it, but now I have changed from passive to active. Ecstasy and bone-shattering, all kinds of attempts, caresses and heartbeats. Pure and untainted with anything else, the love of men and women. I was fascinated by every tiny detail and every change he made for me.

Cool nights.

A work call came in while L was driving, and he was lecturing people in an unhappy tone.

I waited for him to end the call, then stroked his sideburns: "I've been tired lately, haven't you?" ”

He nodded, didn't speak, just took my hand with his right hand.

When I got to the hotel, I went to take a shower first, and he answered the phone outside.

Suddenly, I heard him shouting something in a low voice, which was completely different from the tone of a lecture to his subordinates, and I was so frightened that I closed the water valve.

"Can't you take your mom back first? Your uncle is sick like that. ”

Home phone. The air fell silent in an instant.

"Well, got it, I'll go back next week." L whispered, hanging up the phone a little impatiently.

What a temper.

I continued to flush silently, and after a few minutes he also came in and hugged me from behind.

"......"

After a while, I couldn't even hold the shower head, so I turned off the water and put it on the ground. L gently tugged it up again, opened the water valve, and gently rinsed my back.

I turned to look at him.

I had been shy about facing the front of L in a well-lit place, and immediately lowered my head. L lifted my chin with his hand, looked at me, and kissed me deeply. L's kisses are always tough, and I can't breathe anymore, but I love them.

The fine white foam pulls up undulating lines on L's chest, resembling Wu Yanzu's L'Oréal advertisement.

I don't know what I look like in L's eyes.

He buried his face in my shoulder, and I gently stroked the back of his head. At this moment, I was his only escape from his troubled life.

Sometimes I can understand the feeling that I don't want to go back to my company or my home.

It's good to have you.