The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

"enson, it's still the same place, ten o'clock." Bai Xiaosheng Novels www>

This paragraph does not exceed ten words, clean and neat.

Before Ling Momo could respond, Li Qingshen hung up the phone.

Go downstairs, take a shower, change into clean clothes, sprinkle some perfume on purpose, drive to the city.

As usual, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already there, and the lights in the house were still not on. [

The curtains are drawn.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Ling Momo could only feel a hot body pressing tightly against her body, with the silky sheets behind her.

The two of them were very quiet, neither of them spoke, he just focused on kissing her, until the base of her tongue was so painful.

This time was not much different from the previous two times. Enson's movements were very gentle and his posture was very monotonous. Ling Momo no longer felt the pain of the previous two times, and became more obedient, as if she had gradually gotten used to these things.

Ling Momo's addiction seems to have infected the man in his body, but this time it took longer than the previous two times.

Halfway through, a tone came from Ling Momo's cell phone. It was a text message. Ling Momo subconsciously opened her eyes.

Enson quickly grabbed the phone and threw it aside.

When Ling Momo opened her eyes, the room was still dark.

Before she had time to think about who was calling, the whole person was once again led into endless sensory stimulation by enson.

At the end, Ling Momo had already fallen asleep.

Enson lay on the bed, quietly listening to the woman's light and continuous breathing, and after a long silence, he got up lightly and put on his clothes.

Relying on his own memory, Enson touched Ling Momo's phone, touched the screen, and saw a text message on it.

Enson stared at the screen for a while, then looked at the sleeping girl, glanced at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of disdain, a bit of sarcasm, he threw the phone on the empty seat, picked up his coat, and turned around leave.

When Ling Momo woke up, it was already the next day, and Enson had already left.

The house was tidy everywhere, her clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table, and her shoes were neatly placed by the door.

Ling Momo was at a loss for a while, and tried her best to search around the house, but she couldn't find any clues left by Enson at all, not even the traces of their lingering together last night.

Ling Momo soon realized that at three o'clock this afternoon, there was a pk contest for Shinhwa's new song in Se Company.

Ling Momo got up quickly, found her mobile phone, and just opened it, and saw a text message. [

See you at the coffee shop of X Big Sculpture Time tomorrow at [-]:[-] noon---Lu Niange.

Lu Niange.

Carve time.

x large.

meet.

The girl looked dumbfounded.

Lu Niange asked her to meet>

Ling Momo's hand suddenly gripped the phone, tightly, with unusual force, the iPhone had sharp edges and corners, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

The eye sockets are a little swollen and sore, a little sore.

Back then, when something like that happened, he didn't see her, so he cut off all contact with her without saying a word, and ignored her.

He doesn't know, she waits for this sentence>

Ling Momo turned her head to the side, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, just like her current mood, mixed and confused.