The next meeting with L was a week away, and it was a predetermined time, a small anniversary for us. I knew he was going to come with expectations, but I might be going to let him down.

I dug out the expensive beads again, and planned to give them to L at the next time we met for the showdown, and then we parted ways without owing each other.

However, my relationship with L always did not develop according to the script, which brought me surprises and headaches.

"I'll go downstairs to your company, you come down."

I was at work and couldn't believe the fact that he wanted me to skip a date: "Didn't you make an appointment to meet next week?" ”

"But I'm so tired today." He said coquettishly, "I want to see you so much." ”

The frequency of seeing each other every week is so dangerous that even if he doesn't need to make excuses when he goes out on business, his wife will be suspicious of the lack of public food. Unless he is truly a man of God.

He was attached to me, but I was unusually calm at this point.

It's okay to negotiate earlier.

I went downstairs and turned a corner and found his car in a hidden spot. He really dared to go to his old club's turf to commit crimes, and I was a little wary and worried that L's emotionality would be bad. He prides himself on being thoughtful, but irrational fanaticism also seems to burn out men's minds.

"Where are you going?"

"Hotel."

"I'm still at work!"

"I'll let you go back in the afternoon."

Sixth meeting.

Nothing to say.

I found a random hotel this time. My mood was very low, and I didn't squeak the whole time.

L found out, stopped, and hugged me.

"I've had too much going on lately...... L thought he was out of shape, and explained apologetically, "I've probably been in a low mood lately, and I'm a little upset." ”

"What's wrong?" I was absent-mindedly stubble.

"It's nothing, I won't be annoyed when I see you." L buried his head in my chest and smirked.

I pushed him away and shook his hand: "I'm sorry, Mr. Trough, you forgot to turn on the air conditioner, and now we are going to become steamed buns." ”

Before he went back to bed, I was thinking about how to make a sense of breaking up. In the end, I chose a more poignant topic.

"L, do you feel guilty about your wife?" I asked quietly.

He stopped his movements and remained silent. I looked up at him, "Is there any?" ”

"Yes." He said with certainty.

I like his candor with that. Normally, he doesn't pretend to be sincere.

"So what to do?" I rested my head on his shoulder and stared intently ahead.

L thought for a moment and replied, "Try not to think about it." ”

"Escape?" I laughed.

"I think about work at home," L said as if he had just discovered a real similarity, "really, that's basically how I am at home." ”

"What were you doing that weekend?"

"Sleeping at home," said L, "is the most comfortable thing to do on a hot day, and I don't want to go anywhere on a hot day." ”

"Doesn't your wife think you're boring?"

"Really...... I don't have much time to go home anyway. ”

"Originally, you didn't go back very often, and seeing me so often, will it affect the payment of public food? Will your wife be suspicious? "I was curious.

L said, "I haven't paid it recently." She didn't ask for it. Not every woman is in such a strong demand. ”

I thought this answer was weird: "If she doesn't want you, won't you do it?" ”

"yes. I will satisfy her when she asks for it. ”

It's not news that women are frigid, but I still think it's weird. Is it because he respects his wife's wishes that he has no passion for his wife? He wasn't a passive person to me. I still feel that there is a problem with the way they get along, and there may be emotional rejection and resistance in it.

"Then you came out to find a lover because you were dissatisfied?"

"No," L glanced at me, "because I like you." ”

I ignored his kind words and pulled the topic back again: "You said you felt guilty about your wife, so would you make it up to her?" ”

"I'll take her weight off of it."

I thought he was going to say that he was going to do housework at home or earn more money, but L continued: "She used to have to work hard three or four times a month, but now she only needs to do it once." ”

This unserious guy! Is he joking or does he really think that a woman is just a doll?

"Don't you feel anything about your wife's cheating?" I asked with restraint.

"Nope." L replied categorically, "What I used to be at home, and what I am now." ”

"What were you like at home?"

Seeing that L was so rare to cooperate in "answering reporters' questions", at this time I almost forgot what the original intention of my conversation was.

"I want to work, I want to sleep. Didn't you just say it? ”

"You don't have to worry about the children?" I continued to ask questions.

L became impatient: "Her mother cares." ”

This answer is quite true.

I was speechless for a moment, and the two of us lay on the bed embracing each other in silence.

What kind of life this man lives at home! Is it because the family is boring that he came out to find passion?

He was like a big boy, self-willed, self-willed, with no sense of responsibility as a husband or father, and his wife was really hard.

I ran my finger at the bridge of his nose and said, "That's still not good, I suggest you take one day every weekend for a family day, where the family of three can go together." Your child needs this kind of communication, and your wife can be a little more relaxed. ”

L thoughtfully and seemed to listen.

"Aren't you planning to have a second child?" I asked again, but I didn't know where my thoughts had gone.

He jerked me down and gagged me with a kiss: "What's the matter with you today?" If you want to give birth, you will give birth to me! ”

It occurred to me that I was going to break up today.

If I can persuade him to restore a rapport with his wife like a psychologist, will I be able to return the merits of the whole body?

How I think it feels like a fantasy. It seems like there's never been anything like this in history, right?

But I don't have time to think about it. A warm current swelled up in his body and spread to his limbs.

There was a meeting in the afternoon, and I took a taxi back to the company. Along the way, I was dizzy from tiredness and frustration, and L drove the car and called to condole: "There is still time, you can sleep for a while when you return to the company." ”

"There's still time, you can call your wife later." I said angrily.

"I call her every day," L smiled softly, "and tell her I'm not going home for dinner, and then come to sleep with you." ”

"Get out!" I was indignant, but in the end I left, "Stay safe when driving." Hung up. ”

Every time, L took the initiative to meet, and every time I separated from L, I was reminded of my thoughts.

Or rather, desire.

Before, he begged me to want it and I didn't feel it; The day after we met, I was very difficult, and I still wanted to see him, tired or ML. Therefore, the needs of men and women are completely unequal, men are conquering animals, and women are difficult creatures. This is due to the laws of nature: men are only responsible for the immediate sowing, while women are responsible for the long gestation, so once a woman has a relationship with a man, she wants to hold each other for as long as possible.

Of course, my physical instinct demanded this, but my sanity was able to suppress it very quickly. I never bothered and pestered L for no reason until the next time he offered to meet - so L always complained that I didn't want him.

It's not that I don't want him, but I don't think it's boring to meet like this. It's impossible for two people who are in love to just roll the sheets every time they meet. What's more, if it's a fast-food date with no atmosphere and mood, it's no different from calling a girl to solve your physical needs.

So after the last hurried appointment, I sent a message to L and reminded him more tactfully: in order to improve customer satisfaction, the next time I go out to do errands, four stars or more. If you agree, please reply "oh", and if you disagree, please reply "I'm a stinky fart, bad taste and perverted iron rooster".

After a while, he replied, "Oh. ”

I laughed for a long time.

In the end, I compromised.

I told L that next year I would be ordered by my parents to get married on a blind date and have a precious son early. So our relationship will last until the end of the year at most. L agreed, and of course I knew he must not have taken it seriously.

I teased him, "You can find another one then." ”

He said seriously, "No. I'm busy and don't really have time. ”

"Oh. Then you can go back to your family," I said, "be nice to your wife." ”

L said to me slyly, "Actually, it's okay when you're pregnant......

"What's going on in your head!" I was amazed.

"Hey," L suddenly hugged me, "If I can wait until you have a baby and then come to you to renew your relationship, will you believe that I have true love for you?" ”

"I'll believe you're a real pervert."

He patted me on the ass and smiled, "See you next week." ”

L doesn't understand romance, but he also doesn't know how to disguise. I don't get tired of being with him, because I don't have to guess.

Occasionally, he would lose his temper, and I didn't like his machismo, and he blamed me for being disobedient. But more often than not, I think the other party is so cute that I want to pick it up and kiss it.

I think I'll be able to get out of it next year anyway.

Even if it's self-deception, at least now I don't feel so oppressive.

D also asked me, "When are you going to go head-to-head with the guy who pestered you?" ”

I said, "Save the killer until the end." ”