If You Want Me

A gust of wind poured into the car, mixed with slight rain, and fell on her hair. A layer of white water vapor rose, adding more obvious color to the haze.

Allan stopped the car and looked at the woman who was holding her cell phone and didn't know if she had hung up. He couldn't help reminding her, "Here we are."

Debbie thanked him and got off the car.

It was not until Allan drove away that she turned around and walked towards her house. However, she saw the man waiting for her under the street lamp on the road.

She looked at her phone subconsciously, but it was not hung up yet. She was so angry that she was about to hang up. She saw the man standing under the street lamp say something to the phone.

"Don't hang up. I want to hear your voice like this."

Debbie frowned and said, "I spoiled you."

However, she didn't hang up the phone. Instead, she quickened her pace towards the man. When she was about to approach him, the man walked forward and opened his arms. "Welcome home, Mrs. Baron."

When Debbie was about to say something more, her nose suddenly lit up. She pushed the man away and said, "Well, you have someone else's perfume on you!"

Facing the woman's silent complaint, Baron only lowered his head, pretended to smell the clothes, and then shook his head, "No."

"Fuck you." Debbie pounced on him, raised her fist and was about to hit him. "You bastard! Shouldn't you say that you didn't touch any woman?"

Baron sneered, as if he had already known the trick. He didn't dodge but said lightly, "If you punch me, I may be half dead."

The woman blatantly said, "Then I'll support you for the rest of your life."

After all, he didn't punch the woman. Baron smiled complacently, slightly narrowed his eyes, and took the woman home.

He put his fingers in the middle of her fingers bit by bit. Ten fingers interlocked, and the hot palm made her a little confused. She looked down and pursed her lips.

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the table and prepare to go out.

"Do you want to buy food now?"

"Don't you want to wait?"

Baron asked confidently.

"Why don't we go out to eat?" asked Debbie.

"I don't think the cooking skills of the cooks outside are better than mine."

It was a self boast without any sense of shame.

In the end, Debbie went to a nearby supermarket with Baron to buy some food materials. The two of them bought some meat, vegetables and a fish.

Baron frowned and saw that Debbie was still throwing things into the shopping cart. He reminded her, "We bought too much."

The two of them only would have two meals at home and they didn't need so much food.

"Can't you put them in the fridge? Think about it. You can only eat frozen dumplings at home, while I eat outside... " She paused, as if eating take-away food was not something to show off. "Anyway, nothing will happen if you buy more."

Baron said, "Who said I would stay at home and eat frozen dumplings?"

"What?" Debbie was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant. "Can you just tell me what you mean? I'm almost curious about it."

She was about to be seduced.

With a smile in his eyes, Baron said casually, "I said I might be going to the set with you."

"Are you kidding me?" Debbie was shocked and confused.