"What's the matter?" He looked at me with a complicated expression on his face.
I gritted my teeth, not sure if what I was doing was right, but it might be my only chance to mend our relationship with him.
"Can I take off your panties?"
After hearing my words, the handsome man's face, which seemed to remain calm even under the weight of a mountain, actually became distorted.
"What did you say?"[
I looked at him doubtfully, could I have said it clearly?
"Can I take off your underwear?" So I said it again.
He pulled me into his car like crazy: "Do you know what the hell you're talking about?"
"Of course I know. I want to mend our relationship with you, but why are you so angry?" I really don't know what he is thinking.
He gritted his teeth: "Why do my...underwear have anything to do with repairing my relationship?"
I honestly told him the words I had heard before, and after I finished speaking, he lay weakly on the steering wheel as if suffering from heatstroke, and then... he laughed, letting out a series of crazy laughs.
Did I say something ridiculous? I didn't understand, so I could only wait for him to finish laughing.
"Do you know under what circumstances a woman would take off a man's underwear?" He stopped smiling and stared at me deeply with his deep eyes.
Isn't it to make the man obey? I wanted to nod, but I still shook my head under his gaze.
"Oh." He sighed, and then pressed his lips to mine.
After I was knocked unconscious by his kiss, he quickly started the car.
"Where are we going?"
"Let you take off my underwear."
After that, I was taken to his home and successfully "repaired the relationship" with him under his guidance. It was then that I realized that the so-called "undressing" of female subordinates did not mean taking off a man's clothes, but
Women's.
The relationship between people is really complicated.
In my more than 20 years of life, there have only been training, tasks, and tasks and training. As for communicating with others... I wonder if giving orders to subordinates should be included in it?
Later in our relationship, I realized that he didn’t hate me, it was just that being knocked down by me hurt his self-esteem as a man.
And after I pressed him, he revealed that he had actually liked me for a long time. When we first met, when I was covered in blood, I pulled his collar and warned him not to send me to the hospital. At that time
I must have looked terrible. I really don’t know how he could be tempted by me at that time.
He said it was because he had never seen a woman like me. It was precisely because of this that he couldn't stand being tied naked to the bed by me, who was still injured.[
During the Chinese New Year, I returned to my home in Beijing.
We haven’t seen each other for a year, and my grandpa’s hair seems to have turned a lot whiter. I always feel that he seems to be sick, because this time when he came back, he always smiled at me instead of arranging the following training tasks with a straight face. The strange thing is that he also brought
I was introduced to a young man.
Bodyguard? I no longer need one when I am fifteen, because I am strong enough to protect myself.
After hearing my refusal, the corners of my grandfather's mouth twitched for a while. Then I learned a word from the nurse sister who was responsible for my grandfather's health, and it was called "blind date."
He happened to be in Beijing to promote a new movie, so he called me out. The reason was that he hadn't seen me for a long time and needed to "repair the relationship."
To be honest, I don't hate mending relationships with him like that, I even like it. His breath always makes me feel at ease, and can also make me forget the killings and sins that have been lingering in my dreams.
While chatting with him, I accidentally mentioned the blind date arranged by my grandfather, and then I was surprised to see his face twisted. I remember that the last time I saw him like this was the first time I asked to mend our relationship with him.
So that day, he took me back to the compound, kissed me passionately in front of my grandfather, and then proudly brought a diamond ring to my hand.
I wanted to take it off, because even the slightest reflection might be noticed by the enemy when I was on a mission. But he warned me in a very ferocious tone that I was not allowed to take it off, otherwise he would be very angry.
What will happen when he gets angry? Will he fight with me? Although I don’t think he can beat me, I always feel that he will be even more angry if he says this. So I had to nod in agreement, and for the first time I saw my grandpa’s eyes.
It turns out that I can open my eyes so wide and round.