"Is it your first night when you and I made love for the first time?"
"Is that my first night? Can't you tell it by yourself?" She was very angry that he could ask such a question and didn't respect her at all.
"Was your first kiss with me?" He stared at her and waited curiously for her answer. Her first kiss was not with him.
He found that Thera began to wander and seemed to think of something. Her reaction made him angry: "Who is that man? Your first love?"
Her mood was very complicated. On the one hand, she was sad because she thought of Simon again, and on the other hand, she was expectant because she imagined that he could save her soon after.
"Your expression tells me that you are thinking of others." Cyril was jealous. "You're my girl already. How dare you remember other men?!" Her lip was bitten heavily by him: "Answer me."
"How can it be? It's all in the past."
Thera did't want to talk about the person in her heart. She flatteres him and said, "How can there be men in the world who can match your charm? In front of you, they look so mediocre and ashamed. Do you have any time when you are not confident?"
If someone else said this, Cyril would not only believe it, but also enjoyed the exaggerated flattery. Although She said the same thing, he thought it was full of irony. "Who is he?"
"What is he?"
"The man you can't forget?"
"No, there has never been such a man."
"You lied to me," he said with great certainty. "The more you hide it, the more important it is to prove that this man is in your heart."
"Don't talk about other men. Don't you think it's best to enjoy the present in the face of such a beautiful scenery?"
Thera's fingers gently caressed his chest, her eyes were enchanted, and she stared at him directly, just like her tender hand gently brushed his heart.
Cyril easily forgot his problems and jealousy. His hand reached out to her buttocks, and then she heard the sound of clothes being torn. Thera held his hand and said, "Your endurance is really poor." He did not contradict. "Can't you help it?" Cyril was flushed and panting.
Suddenly he had a box of contraceptives in his hand: "Do you like to steal?"
Thera unconsciously touched her pocket and stared at him.
So he tore her clothes for this?
"Give it back to me." "Take my things without my consent. Do you know the consequences?" "It seems that you really don't want to give me a baby. How dare you?"
She did not want to have children for him, but she did not dare to defy him openly and did not know what to say for a moment.
The medicine bottle was opened, and it was obvious that she had taken it. Cyril saw that she didn't speak, and didn't want to continue to ask, "It's okay, don't have children tonight, we can be more indulgent, there will be a lot of time to have children in the future."
He leisurely shook the bottle in front of her and said, "Forgive you this time, and I can't forgive you next time." Thera reached out to grab the medicine bottle. He waved and threw the pill into the sea.
"You!"
She really wanted to cut his hand!
"Didn't you hear me clearly?"
Thera said angrily, "There are all kinds of girls in the world. You can find whoever you want. Why do you have to find me?"
"I'd love to." He laughed when he saw her angry. "I like to do what I would be happy with."
This bastard!
Thera was even angrier when she saw him laughed: "If you keep me, you won't be afraid that I do many things that make you unhappy every day!"
"You are so smart that you won't make trouble. The more unhappy I am, the longer you will be trapped here. Why don't you do something that will make us happy?"