I smiled awkwardly and put my hands on his shoulders. As he pinched my chin, I could only face him. Even so, I looked sideways.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I replied uncomfortably.
"Do you want me to check it by myself?" He paused for a moment and spoke in a trailed tone, "Hmm?"
Hearing his tone...
I was guilty.
If Patrick went to investigate it, he surely could find out the truth.
Hooking my arms around his neck, I looked down, kissed him on the forehead, and smiled, saying, "It's not a big deal. It's all over. Now it is not like I need your help in everything. I can also solve problems by myself."
"Really?"
"It's true."
Patrick looked up at me with a somewhat profound look in his eyes.
The two of us were so close to each other that I could even see my own reflection in his pitch-black eyes.
He was silent for a while. Then he raised his hand and touched my hair, speaking somewhat helplessly, "Well, I'm sorry. It's my fault this time. I thought too much. And I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye."
Hearing his words, I finally remembered it!
It was me who should be angry.
With a slight force, I pressed him directly onto the bed. With my hands propping up my body, I looked down at him and said unhappily...
"You left me without saying goodbye, didn't you?"
"You turned off your cell phone, didn't you?"
"What's that?"
Lying on the bed, Patrick looked at me with happiness in his dark eyes.
No matter how pretentious I was, he didn't stop me.
After I finished my words, he asked me while doing something mischievous with his hands, "Well, yes. Then? How should I be punished?"
"It should be ho are you going to enjoy me? Baby, it is all up to you."
"How about this? If you need any whips or
candles, I'll get someone to send them over."
Originally, I was just on the spur of the moment.
I didn't think of anything else at all.
Hearing his words, I was intimidated. I could even feel that both my face and my neck turned red.
But Patrick didn't feel that he had spoken something excessive.
On the contrary, he became more reckless. He reached out his hand and said, "Baby, since you like to be on top, let's make love like this today."
"What's wrong? By saying nothing, you think that you can protect your throat in advance so that a while later..."
"I lost!"
Before Patrick could finish his words, I admitted defeat.
Sure enough, in this respect, I wasn't his opponent. I didn't have any chances to win at all.
Patrick, who got what he wanted, seemed to see through my embarrassment, revealing a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that in terms of this matter, I have to take the initiative on it for the time being."
After that, he turned over and pressed me down.
After that day, as long as I wasn't busy, I would go to Towering High and supervise Patrick for lunch.
In the blink of an eye, Lisa and Roger would hold their wedding.
Patrick, who couldn't walk properly with his legs, didn't go to help them in advance. I went to Lisa's house in advance and waited for Roger to pick up his bride.
Growing up in the same orphanage as me, Lisa had no relatives.
Most of the guests were her colleagues.
Lisa was a flight attendant. So most of her colleagues were in the same trade as her. And each of them was a beautiful lady.
However, Lisa was the main character today. And of course, she was the most beautiful one.
Because of her pregnancy, she didn't wear a wedding dress. Instead, she chose a Chinese-style dress which was in the style of the Tang Dynasty. Fearing that the baby inside her belly would get hurt, she didn't wear any belts.
Lisa was usually the type of person who was the most talkative.
However, today, she quietly sat on the bed and allowed the ones around her to chatter and quarrel.
She still didn't say a word.
I sat down, approached her, and asked her, "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"
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