Many women can't do without men who have been skin-to-skin with them.

Are men? Women aren't much better.

It's just that women are so embarrassed that they are ashamed to look directly at and face their own desires, and they seem to be more willing to keep these so-called unspeakable secrets in their hearts.

I remember seeing a survey that said that women are actually more inclined to like sexual fantasies than men. There are more channels for men to express their lust, and women actually want to, have needs, desires, and wants. The secret and luxuriant bewitchment hidden in the dark night from the deepest part of the body often makes them unable to sleep, and even scratches their hearts like a hundred claws.

They yearn to be torn apart, sewn up, broken, and healed by their beloved man in the name of love. At the peak of happiness, she surrendered and rejoiced in her sorrow to desire, and she was willing to fall to the ground under the man she loved the most, and accept the review from the other party or crazy, or rough, or tender, or romantic.

But they were taught so that they couldn't speak, so they had to practice in their hearts over and over again with the man they loved and wanted. Therefore, in love, women are more likely to have fantasies, while men are more focused on rationality and reality because they have more opportunities to practice.

Men are ashamed of not having sexual experience, while women are ashamed of having sexual experience. This rule is almost the norm now, unless you want to be a prodigal woman in the eyes of others, unless you don't want to marry any man and live a good life. Otherwise, no matter how rich and colorful the sexual experience is, a woman must also learn to make the most of her edge after marriage, on the one hand, in order to cater to the desire of men to hunt, and on the other hand, she needs to package herself to be lustful and ashamed, so that men are surprised, thinking that they are so lucky that in such a turbid and evil world, they can still find their own white angel, or a chick.

I often think that men like chicks because they may be chicks themselves. Because what you like is often your opponent. In other words, what kind of object you like is actually what you are. Hicks are characterized by being simple, naïve, conquestful, and fiddling.

Many men should not have the IQ to fight outside and then deal with the women around them, not to mention that some men are too busy to take care of themselves outside, and they need a simple, foolish woman to stay by their side. It's not simple, it's not simple, it's not easy to fool, which woman would be willing to stay by the side of a man who has been penniless all her life? Only if such a woman gives them a chance, they can at least have a biological chance to reproduce the next generation.

There are many women who follow each other when a man is not successful or famous, and when the other party is famous, they are abandoned by the other party. I don't hate men like that, I hate women who are abandoned. They thought they were just repeating the tragedy of their ancestors: the penitent husband looking for a marquis. But I don't know that it is not a problem to be a marquis and a general, the problem is that you can no longer control and control the man who has been marquis.

The shopkeeper bullies the customer, and the slave bullies the master.

The eunuch dictatorship of the East and West factories in the Song Dynasty, what is a eunuch? castrate

Person. Not all people. You can't blame others for being disloyal, unrighteous, unkind, and unfilial, you have to blame yourself for not having the ability.

When a man sits big, he must abandon a woman who does not match him.

When women sit up, most of them will also abandon men who are not compatible with them.

Don't talk about any scum, the other party's scum is that you don't have the ability and means to compete with the other party.

Yang Guifei only has beauty, so she is infamous for her red face and trouble, she can calm the chaos when she dies, but in fact, people have a fart relationship with a woman when they commit trouble?

Wu Zetian and Cixi, who dares to say that they are bewitching and harming the country? They themselves are the standard, they themselves are the rule-makers. Wu Zetian and Cixi are said to have faces and male favorites. It's not that when a woman is strong, she must raise a male pet, but a woman who can raise a male pet, do you think they will still want to live and die for a man, seek death and life, and can't do without each other?

The more choices there are, the less likely people are to drill the horns.

Only those who are desperate will be more willing to fight against the odds.

A fight against the odds can sometimes lead to fame, but most of the time it can only be a heroic death.

Some people say that marriage and love are a big gamble for women, and the bet is their own lifelong happiness. If you really dare to hand over the happiness of your life to a man who has no blood relationship with you and was a stranger to you a few years ago, what are your chances of winning?

Bet, nine out of ten bets lose.

But there are always stupid women who are still willing to gamble their lives for a man.

Gamble, the real king, never relies on luck. By what? Experienced in a hundred battles, tempered into steel, and deceitful. All gamblers have a gambling book, and many women go with people without even trying to do anything. Let's ask, if you don't even want a gambling book, what kind of high rollers will you attract to gamble? At the very least, he must be an opportunist. His mentality must be like this: what if he can really win! It doesn't matter if I lose, anyway, I don't really lose anything except those billions of children in my own body.

Therefore, women must not be a stepping stone for men. You help him reach the top, and he will look down on you at best when he succeeds.

That afternoon, I thought about going to his house.

Of course, I asked him for his opinion before I went. He was very alert and asked me, "What are you going to do?"

I smiled and told me frankly: go and report the news.

He was relieved to hear me say this, his eyes raised and looked into the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly, I really liked his action, this action was so sexy, it made him look like a king of the forest who saw his prey, as if everything was in his hands.

Sure enough, after a while, he tilted his head and grinned at me: it was an honor to have such a beautiful spy.

He walked over to me.

"Say, I got your people, did I get your heart too?"

"Do you think I'm not here when I go to ventilate my faith?"

He was stunned and took my hand.

"Perhaps, being with you is the right choice in my life."

"Of course."

but

He changed his mind.

"It's also possible that this is the worst choice I made in my life."

This time it was my turn to be stunned, but it was immediate.

"You have the right to choose."

I say.

"Equally, you have the right to regret."

I looked at him with a smile.

"It's not too late, at least for now."

"Nine deaths without regrets."

He let go of my hand, returned to his seat, sat down, and spread his hands.

"What a pity."

He said.

"Nine deaths without regrets."

He repeated.

I walked over to him and sat down across from him.

"You need to emphasize it to yourself so many times, maybe you don't have any confidence in this decision in your heart in the first place."

He took my hand across a table, his eyes pressed into my pupils.

"Do women need men to keep swearing and expressing their positions in each other's hearts?"

I was seen through by him, and my face couldn't help but show embarrassment.

"Then Mr. Zhang, are you willing to cooperate?"

“mypleaseure.”

He showed off a sentence in English.

"I love you to death."

I wrinkled my nose and acted cutely.

At that time, I didn't know that he had an appointment with the same beautiful woman that afternoon. Unlike me, I tell him and the sword, I always do this, I don't care to do those things behind my back, even if the starting point is some kind of indiscriminate excuse--- what is for the good of the other party.

The least requirement for being really good for the other party should be honest, tell her the real situation, and let her judge and choose for herself. If she still insists on supporting you and trusting you, even if she is deceived by you in the end, at least, she is no different. She is to blame for everything. She herself willing.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I set off. I walked on the front foot, and he left on the back foot.

Before leaving, I went to his office, and we were relatively speechless for a while, and in the end he was the first to break the deadlock.

"What? Can't bear it? ”

I smiled weakly, thinking that my heart was still too soft, after all, a woman, and she would still be indecisive in what she did. A person like me will not be a blockbuster with any kind of nobleman, let alone soar into the sky. People who do big things are ruthless, at least, decisive and resolute. What has been thought about and decided will never hesitate, be delayed, and always be undecided.

I sighed and fiddled with each other.

"If you really feel that your decision is not wrong, why should I bear it?"

I paused, looking up at him.

"Unless, you feel that your decision itself is not very reliable. I'm going to report the news, you think it's going to ruin your so-called plan. That's why you use the word 'forbearance'. ”

Zhang Ruolei leaned his back firmly on the back of the chair and raised his hands.

"I surrender. I just said the wrong thing. ”

I pouted.

"It's not fun."

"Go ahead! Don't think about it so much. ”

He leaned out to me.

"Actually......"

he

Frowning, grasp what to say next.

"Probably...... I also want to thank you. There may be some things that relatives can't say to each other, and you say it may be more appropriate than what I say. And you said, it also saves us the embarrassment of facing it directly. When the time comes, he can't blame me for not telling him, because someone has already told him. ”

"What you say deeply disturbs me. I suddenly felt like I was playing a particularly awkward role between you and your dad. It's not even embarrassing, it's probably more about being taken advantage of. ”

Zhang Ruolei leaned back in the chair again, took a puff of cigarette, and looked at the smoke that had just been sprayed out by himself, as if he could see the trick hidden in the smoke.

"What's there to be taken advantage of? If a person is not even used for a chance to be used, then it makes no difference whether the person lives or dies. ”

I looked down and thought about it, and simply retorted: "Fallacy." ”

He took another puff and looked at me.

"You know I have a point."

I looked down and thought about it, but I couldn't find the words to refute it, so I stood up and said goodbye to him.

It's not a good luck or bad luck, but for some reason, I'm very scared of it.

(End of chapter)