"Dooley, what are you doing?" "She cried in a frightened whisper to Dooley.
"If you don't want to be seen by the cleaners outside the wall, be quiet when you scream." Dooley whispered to her, pressing her lips.
"You jer....."
The words were not finished, and the moment was blocked in her mouth with a kiss. His kiss was so aggressive, so predatory, that she could not resist it.
Why was he so powerful and so domineering when he looked so thin?
"Check again. There should be no one in the mall." Not far away came the sound of a cleaning worker.
"Just now there was a couple of young lovers. They seem to have gone to the corridor. I'll go and look for them again."
When Wynne heard the cleaning lady's conversation, her heart was in her throat and she reached out to push Dooley away!
But then Dooley conjured up his snake's tail and wrapped her even tighter.
"Dooley, don't do this." She almost begged Dooley.
"Scared? Hold me tight if you're afraid." The breath of Dooley's became very hot, and his body became hard and fevered.
As Wynne heard approaching footsteps and became increasingly nervous, she heard Dooley's voice whispered in her ear; "No matter how many spirits you receive and how many men you like, you should remember that I am the only one who can sleep with you." Said Dooley, his fangs sticking out between his lips and biting her ear hard.
For a moment, her mind went blank with pain.
"Come on, I think they're going down the stairs. Here comes the elevator. Hurry up!"
"Well, here we go." Just as the flashlight was about to shine toward them, another voice rang outside.
Then she heard footsteps leaving and the elevator closing.
The whole mall was plunged into darkness. The light of the moon, mixed with the light of the heavy traffic in the street, let her see Dooley, whose pale face was now flushed with lust, and whose lips were hot and red with the glint of a kiss. His dark eyes seemed to grow deeper and more mysterious.
He took her in his arms, spread her legs out and across his waist. She felt the softest part of her body pressed against a hard and fevered stick of flesh.
His long, nimble fingers ran slowly down her back and waist toward her softest part.
Suddenly she felt his fingers moving deep inside her.
"Ah," she groaned uncontrollably.
"Your body is so watering, do you know?" He pulled his finger out of the depths of her body and showed her the clear and transparent mucus that covered it.
Her face went red. His fingers again inserted into her and kept rubbing in and out again, which making her body seem empty and wanting to be filled with his big stuff.
"Beg me.... Baby..." He panted in her ear.
"Ah... Well... Please..."
"For what? He smirked...
"Please come in..." Wynne felt her body was out of control again, she wanted it so bad...
She kissed him...
He couldn't help tucking his lower abdomen toward her and thrust his large object into her body.
"Ah, baby...." They both let out a contented groan...
At one o 'clock in the morning, Dooley carried her who was weak and tired out of the mall. After all, his strength was very strong, taking her out was not difficult.
On the way home together, she deliberately asked Dooley, "Are you spirits longing for our human life?"
"Why do you say that? Dooley asked casually as he walked beside her.
"Then why do you always think of yourself as a man? Have you forgotten that you're just a spirit? No matter how you cultivate it, a reptile is a reptile." When she said that, she stopped and looked up at Dooley.
"I know you can feel what I'm thinking. You know what I mean." Wynne went on to tell Dooley her bottom line.
Dooley listened to her and just stared down at her.
"I have to go out now on business. Your house is near in front of you. You can go back by yourself." He said, looking up at her block.
She wanted to lose her temper with Dooley, but she was too angry to talk to him and turned to walk home.
He was but a spirit! He didn't know how to respect people at all. She didn't have to be angry with him! Along the way, she kept comforting herself, but when she got home, looking at the empty and silent room, she could not help crying on the table. In the middle of crying, there was a knock at the door.
Wynne thought it was Dooley coming back, she yelled out, "Will you please not come back? Will you leave me alone for a moment?"
"I deliver food. You're Wynne, right?"
Take-out? She didn't order any takeout, yet she wiped her eyes and went to open the door.
Outside stood a skinny delivery boy with a takeaway in his hand, looking at the tears on her face and handing it to her.
She checked the address, name and phone number on the takeaway, and it was hers, and it was her favorite seafood porridge.
It can't be Dooley. He's not in the mood for girls.
Maybe her parents bought it for her? Afterall, no one knew what her favorite food was. Her heart finally warmed a little after receiving a little love from her parents.
She opened the takeaway, took a picture, and sent a thanks message to her mother, then quietly finished the seafood porridge. Before sleeping, she looked at her cell phone, her mother hadn't have replied her message, she guessed that her mother had fallen asleep.
The next morning, she drifted off sleeping when her cell phone rang.
She picked it up and it was her mother.
"Mom, what's the matter with calling your baby girl so early? !"
"Seafood porridge, who ordered for you? !"
"Didn't you buy it?" She asked her mother curiously.
"I can't buy you porridge at midnight."