On the floor of the living room, clothes were scattered everywhere.
On a tea table was the takeaway left neglected, which had long cooled off.
The bedside lamp, radiating amorously swaying light, projected on the wall, where two silhouettes were
tangling vigorously.
After a long while, all this came to a stop.
Sherry lay prone on the bed, wet with perspiration, yet unwilling to make a single movement, just took
out her cellphone, swiping casually.
Daniel tied the condom expertly into a knot and threw it into the trashcan. “When are we getting
married?” he asked.
Sherry paused and turned to him with a confused look on her face, “Getting what?”
Daniel repeated with misgivings, “Married.”
“Marry who?”
Knowing that she was doing this on purpose, Daniel pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on her.
Perchance triggered with a little uneasiness by his eyes, Sherry shifted her attention back to the phone,
with much resemblance to a cheating philanderer who denied his deeds after what happened, “I’ve got
no intention of getting married now, and you are welcome to find someone else to tie the knot, if you
would like to.”
Daniel couldn't believe it.
He was on the verge of bursting into laughter when he was supposed be pissed off, “Aren't your
parents always urging you to find a partner?”
“Yeah, but I don't necessarily need to get married. You just meet with them to see if there is a proper
one. I still want to play around for some time. It's so great to be single that you can change your
boyfriend anytime you like.”
“Now I am getting the idea of why you are such a bigot of non-marriage. It would be troublesome
dealing with a divorce after marriage. I might as well pick up some guys while I'm still vernal, and taste
the fun of the world.
Daniel gritted his teeth and threw a question, “So am I treated as your boyfriend or something to make
booty call for?”
“It doesn't matter,” said Sherry. “Anyway, we go separate ways in the end. Whether it's a boyfriend,
or...”
Before she could finish, Daniel came up behind her, his teeth biting on the her thin shoulder, “Okay, I
know what you want.”
For this time, without any foreplay before penetration, in the same gesture did Sherry give a stuffy
snort. Her hand clenching the cellphone shivered, her head forced to be raised up and her breathing
more ragged.
Daniel seized her phone and threw it aside, his jaw being taut on his rather upsettingly sullen face.
It was much more force exerted on this turn that Sherry, involuntarily clutching the sheet beneath, was
undertaking.
The hair clip behind her head was unknowingly taken off by the man. Her medium-long hair dangled
down, in the midst of which were a few strands of hair, sweated and pasted behind the ear.
After a while, Sherry suddenly realized something was going wrong. She turned to the man and asked,
“Are you not wearing it?”
Daniel propped himself up with hands at her body sides, his eyes dodging down. There was no eye-
contact but a soft affirmative "hmm".
Sherry was just about to speak, when she felt his strength being suddenly intensified.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, in a voice on the brink of turning into scream. Intermittently
were they released, “No... You can’t. No way until you put it on... Um!”
She felt herself falling into a torrentially surging sea.
Every wave smacking into her almost overwhelmed this girl.
She was about to lose her breath when the wave was, all at once halted eventually.
At the very juncture, Daniel pulled it out.
He admitted that those words had really gotten himself a bit out of his own hand.
It even came to himself that a possible re-pregnancy could help get rid of all the messes in her mind
and let her be with him ever after.
But that was what a scoundrel would think. He would have slapped himself so hard if the crime had
been actually committed.
She had been suffering so much due to him before, and was still taking medicine for recuperation.
He was such a jerk.
Sherry, on the other side, knowing nothing about how much he was mentally struggling and repentant,
just took a soothing breath, bent down to pick up the hair claw on the ground, and went into the
bathroom clipping her hair, “I'll go take a shower. I have work to do tomorrow.”
For his behavior just now, she did not give much concern, Men likes doing it with their bare thing, which
may allegedly proffer more pleasure.
She would have made him stop, lest he had not retreated himself from inside.
It's comfortable though, but no more babies allowed for the time being.
When Sherry was in the bathroom, Daniel sat down on the edge of bed, puffing out a long breath, and
hastily began restoring everything to the former state.
He turned around with a glance at the wetly disorderly sheet, got up and opened the wardrobe, so as to
seek out a fresh one for exchange.
It was just when Sherry finished her shower with the thought of cleansing the sheet that she caught the
sight of an already nice and neat one.
From the kitchen came a faint noise of something.
She paced slowly over, her sight glued to the man in the kitchen, “What are you doing?”
Put on a pair of pants only, Daniel, with the upper half in nude, was to dispose the takeout package,
saying, “Just a little hungry. Would you like some?”
If he had not expressly reminded Sherry of the lure of spice from the takeout, she would not have been
feeling that starving for food as well.
On the occasion of such strenuous “exercise” taken, the ingested at dinner had already been digested.
Gently nodded Sherry, “Why not.”
Soon the takeaway was reprocessed and heated up.
For what it was already too late at night, she simply stuffed her stomach with few bites, for fear of
gaining weight.
Daniel’s inquiry of such a limited amount was rewarded with a casual answer, “I’m on a diet.”
He said, “On a barbecue diet?”
That was really a sharp attack.
None the less she didn't continue to eat. Daniel finished all the rest.
It was not until the clock nearly struck one in the morning did Sherry get back on the bed.
It had been an idling experience, on which all the nighttime was wasted.
She put down her phone, switched off the lamp and was ready for bed when Daniel walked in and
closed the bedroom door passingly.
“Why are you in here?”
“Sleep,” Daniel made a frankly self-possessed answer.
“I thought you were sleeping on the couch.”
During her pregnancy, Daniel had been attending to her here, sleeping on the couch evenings.
So now she was taking it for granted that the couch is where he ought to rest himself.
Daniel, “I have been of service all night long to you and now I do deserve not even a bed sharing?”
Alright, just let it pass.
Sherry remained silent for a little while and said “Don't you say... that word.”
With this to her mind did the man bear much more appearance of a male prostitute.
It was, on earth, something from which both can acquire the mutual luxury.
Daniel, however, without any speech, went forthright to the bed and lay down.
Sherry moved aside, and pulled up the quilt over herself, leaving half the room for the man.
“Is there... any business, for which you came to see Ms. Radomil tonight?” Asked Daniel.
“The studio is not spatial enough for our work now, so I got to look for a new site.” She replied.
“Where are you going to move?”
“I haven’t decided yet. What Stella sent to me tonight seemed good. It's pretty much settled.”
Scarcely would Daniel like to speak more, when Sherry turned over her side and said, “It's getting too
late. I need to sleep.”
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