Based on an inner impulse that did not need to be spoken to each other, they walked through the streets arm in arm, not in the direction in which they had communicated. The night was full of life, and the dark blue sky caressed their whole bodies with the flowing air, like the soothing effect of the changing seasons, and Atokounmpo believed that both of their hearts felt the beauty of the night. "Let's take a taxi for a walk, shall we?" He proposed, "Whatever you want." In the driverless car, he reached out and hugged the girl next to him, pulled her closer, and lowered his head to kiss her moist and boyish lips.

She was silent, looking up at him only, her eyes sparkling, there was no love in her face, her beauty was as cold as a damp and cold wind, like her moist and soft lips like marshmallows. "You are as beautiful as a daughter of heaven." He whispered, his arms had to hug her harder in order to maintain Fang Cai's intoxication, and she leaned into his arms, like a free-fall falling from the darkness, to be picked up by him. "Let's turn around." She whispered, "Hurry up and go back......"

They went upstairs to the dining room, where the atmosphere was still very lively. Napkins and ashtrays were scattered around the table, and Michelle looked at them as they came in between dances, "Where did you just go?" "Go buy betel nuts." Hepburn replied coldly. Atokounmpo had almost come to believe that of all the women he knew, there was no one like Hepburn, that she was unique, that she was unbelievably honest. At the moment, all he knew was that she did not succumb to any of his will, nor did she cater to his male vanity......

On Wednesday, afternoon, Atokounmpo finally couldn't resist visiting Hepburn's house, and as they shook hands, her attitude made him wonder if he had ever kissed her before. She didn't seem to remember. "I called you three times yesterday." He told her, "Is there one? She was surprised.

He cursed silently in his heart why he had told her, he should have known that with her pride, he disdained to be moved by such a trivial victory. For Hepburn, who has never had to worry about not having a man, she doesn't need those little tricks of pushing or seducing at all, which only her best friend can use. When she likes a man, it is enough in itself, better than many stratagems. Her charm is not for others, but always for the sake of existence.

"I'm anxious to see you." He confessed, "I want to talk to you, to have a deep conversation, in a place where we can both be alone, okay?" "What do you mean?" Her answer immediately made him uneasy, and he felt that she knew what he wanted. "I mean, it's not just sitting and drinking tea." He added. "Oh, yes, but not today. I want to do some exercise, let's go on a rampage! ”

It was cold and wet outside, but he noticed that she hadn't followed. He saw Hepburn standing motionless more than ten meters behind, so he began to walk back. "I'm really sorry, am I walking too fast?" "I feel cold," she claimed, "I want to go home, but you're walking too fast." "I'm really sorry." "When men are with me, they don't usually pay as much attention." "I'm sorry." "It's really fun." "It's too cold today to walk." He deliberately walked briskly to hide his irritation. She didn't respond, so much so that he began to wonder if Hepburn would send him away if he arrived at the door. Without saying a word, she walked inside, and it wasn't until she was about to enter the elevator that she turned around and said, "You'd better come up too." He hesitated for a few seconds, "Maybe I'll find time to visit next time." "Just do as you say." Her cheeks were red, her eyes were shining, and she seemed to have never been so lovely as she was now, so desperate that he wanted her.

When he came to his senses, Atokounmpo found himself in the corridor on the ninth floor, humbled behind Hepburn. He sat in the living room, feeling that things were completely out of control, that he didn't have even the last shred of dignity left, and he knew that he had been completely defeated. In the interval between her outfits, he tried to justify himself, wanting to give himself the satisfaction of the world. He resisted the turmoil in his heart and bit his lip roughly. Their conversations go back to each other's past and play the old quiz game. Again, they find in each other common tastes and ideas that have been forgotten for a long time. The truth of their conversation was far more than originally expected, although they only pretended to accept each other's words and values. Perhaps, the process of cultivating intimacy looks something like this.

"I think." Atokounmpo said fervently, "It is quite unfortunate for a man to occupy a position that is not needed and unattained." God knows how pathetic that shame on me was. Her silence encouraged him, and her performance was almost a deliberate temptation. In the past, if a person wanted to be respected, he had to have leisure and do something constructive for society, not just smoking a cigarette and talking about ideals or rhetoric to defraud others of their property. Of course, I can also go to science. She yawned.

"I told you I don't know anything about what other people are supposed to do." "Don't you have any interest in anything other than yourself?" "Not much, really." His eyes erupted with rage, and the pleasure that had been born from the previous conversation was gone. She had been irritable and vicious all day, and in that moment, Atokounmpo was sure that he hated her selfishness. She turned her face to him and smiled, and when he looked at her smiling face, all the aftermath of anger and frustrated self-esteem fell from him. It was as if his emotions had risen and fallen with her laughter, and he could no longer control his emotions, but were completely controlled by her.

He approached her, took her hand, and pulled her into his arms with the gentlest movements, until she was half-leaning on his shoulder, she smiled at him, and he bowed his head and kissed her. "Hepburn." He whispered her name softly. Her subtle body fragrance floats, like a phalaenopsis fragrance, winding paths, sweet and irresistible......

She was so beautiful that he whispered, "A woman should be able to give a man a beautiful and romantic kiss, so pure that it is not mixed with any desire to be a wife or lover." He told her that he had never met a girl like her in the past. He begged for her mercy, but he tried not to get too involved. He didn't want to fall in love, and Atokounmpo reminded himself that he would never come to see her again!

Two hours had passed, and the faint fire still shimmered with a small glow of ecstasy, as if the life it was gradually moving towards destruction was still sweet. Atokounmpo pulled Hepburn into his arms and hugged her so tightly that she could barely breathe and kissed her deeply. Her jade arms hung limply at her side, and for a moment, she felt truly free. "Don't do that." She whispered, "That's not what I wanted. She sat down on the edge of the round bed, staring blankly ahead. Anthony sat next to her, holding her hand, but she didn't react to him in a dead voice. "Honey, what's wrong with you?" He just wanted to hug her, but was freed. "That's not what I want." Again, she repeated. "Hepburn, won't you kiss me?" "I don't want to." "This change came too suddenly, didn't it?" His voice grew irritated. "Really?" He stood up naked and looked at her angrily, and as a result, he sat down again. "Hepburn, are you really not kissing me?" "No!" Her lips opened slightly. He paced again, but this time more hesitantly, "Hepburn, then I'm leaving." A moment of silence filled the room, "Okay, I'll go." ”

He realized that he had said the wrong thing again, that what he had said was completely unoriginal and hopeless, and indeed he felt that the whole atmosphere was getting more and more dull, and he really wished that she would speak, reproach him, yell at him, and do whatever she wanted, just not this cold silence and indifference. He cursed in his heart for his weakness and stupidity. Previously, what he wanted most was to impress her and make her submit. However, he involuntarily made mistakes again. "If you really hate kissing me, then I'm leaving." He saw her lips twist slightly, and even what little bit of dignity he had left was floating away. Finally, she spoke: "You have repeated this sentence several times. ”

He hurriedly dressed, and before leaving, he glanced at the round bed again, and she didn't even turn her head to look at him, not even moving. He hurriedly said "goodbye", trembling and remorseful in his voice, and quickly left the room, leaving no dignity at all. Hepburn sat there without saying a word, like a quiet Don River. Her lips were still distorted, her gaze was straight ahead, her eyes were proud and detached, hazy, and she said lightly to the fire that was about to be extinguished, "Goodbye, you idiot." ”

The people of Atokounmpo have been hit the hardest of their lives. Finally, he knew what he wanted, but at the same time as he discovered, he seemed to push what he wanted to the edge of the second universe out of reach. He came home pitifully, fell down on the chair, did not even take off his coat, and sat for two hours, his thoughts running wildly, and all the horns of the ox were drilled. "How dare she drive me away!" That's what he thought about over and over again, and the more he thought about it, the more painful it became. He didn't grab the girl and conquer her with hormones until she succumbed to his desires. Nor did he use his power to transform her and break her will. Instead, he walked out of her house, completely defeated and incapacitated. "There should have been a moment when she liked me so much, she almost fell in love with me." However, in the blink of an eye, he became a familiar stranger to her, a cheeky and lewd person.

In fact, the Dragon Twins saw that he was far more crazy about her than he loved her. Now, Atokounmpo had the luxury of being able to come closer, kiss her, make her obedient and embrace him, and nothing else. With the firmness and indifference with which she had shown for a few minutes, the girl's place in his heart had unexpectedly risen to a level that had completely replaced his original concern. However, his crazy thoughts were still stirring------ one thing was passionately longing for her kiss, and the other was equally eager to hurt her and insult her. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his heart: "Lao Tzu is going to conquer Hepburn!" She's beautiful, but she's also quite ruthless, and I have to find a way to take her body and mind for myself!"