When Jane finished taking a shower and laid in bed, she remembered that there was still a package that hadn't been opened.
The packaging was berry colored, with a black satin straight line packaging rope tied with a bow tie, on which there was a skull of the same color scheme smiling ambiguously at the person.
She was a regular customer of this store, and the owner understood her aesthetics very well. The styles given were indeed what she liked.
Busy with work, she felt that this kind of time brought joy to her body and mind, and self satisfaction was very necessary.
The moonlight shone through the sheer curtains, and Jane carefully examined the object.
Compared to the one I bought last month, this one probably hadn't been noticed by anyone when placed at the bedside.
Wen laid down on the bed, her dark green silk camisole nightgown layered layer by layer along her thighs on her waist.
She twisted and found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and planned to enter the world of blissful senses.
But the exhausted body that only came back after the meeting in the early morning probably needed some visual stimulation, and Jane couldn't get into the state. She simply reached out and turned on the projector, increasing the volume.
The exaggerated scene exploded indoors, and she looked at everything in front of her, then took off one shoulder strap.
The music of the electronic door lock sounded timely, and the man pushed the black suitcase open and walked in. He stood at the entrance, just as he closed the door, put on his black slippers, and casually straightened the high heels that the woman had casually thrown off.
Before he could stand still, he heard ambiguous sounds echoing in the ceiling.
And the source of the sound came from the master bedroom of this house.
He was married to Jane.
Before Jane's eyes, there seemed to be a flash of white light, and then in the time when her brain was empty, she began to enter the state of a sage. She felt a bit tired, why didn't she just sleep like this.
My eyes were a bit sore from the stimulation of the screen light. I reached out my arm to cover my eyes, closed my eyes, and breathed lightly.
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.
It seemed like there was a shadow covering her figure.
In an instant, many social news stories about women living alone and being invaded by perverted chambers flashed through Jane's mind. She suddenly opened her eyes, propped herself up with her elbows on both sides, and then met the gaze of the man following at the door.
Rochester raised his eyebrows.
Jane's mind went blank for a moment.
Their gaze met in the air.
Jane moved away, and when she moved back, he remained unchanged.
Embarrassment factors were circulating in the air.
After a while, Jane slowly pulled over the thin air conditioner blanket beside her, covering her somewhat messy lower body. Then moved the messy hair behind your ear.
"Cough cough... "She finally spoke, speaking at a gentle pace, clearly looking for something to say.
"Why didn't you let me know in advance when you came back?"
Damn it, came back now!
Jane wished she could get up and kill him, pretending to be calm on the surface.
Rochester seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His annoying mouth opened and closed up and down, and then he whistled, "Alone, you're playing pretty fancy."
Jane pulled up the pillow and smashed it directly over.
Rochester didn't dodge, grabbed it and then walked in directly.
"I want to take a shower, do you want to join me? "The man asked naturally as he took off his coat.
It seemed natural to ask if she had supper at night.
Jane abandoned herself and laid back and wrapped herself in a rolls. "No, go to the guest room."
"My bedroom, why should I go to the guest room to wash? "Rochester disagreed with this opinion.
This was not just taking off your pants and farting, it's nothing to cause trouble.
Speaking, the man walked over to the bed and looked down at the bulging little bumps on the bed.
Jane planned to pretend to be dead, but thinking about the scene just now, Rochester could mock her for the rest of her life.
She planned to take advantage of the situation and immediately pretend to be dead, intending to pretend to be asleep.
"Didn't you feel refreshed just now? Are you feeling sleepy now?"
"…"
She, she, knew, knew!
This dog man would never miss any opportunity to mock her.
After finally being caught by him with such a big handle, he would definitely attack her from all directions!
On the screen, she had already changed her posture, and before Rochester could continue her witty remarks, Jane closed her eyes tightly.
Then continued to wrap her little blanket tightly and pretend to be dead.
She planed that no matter what Rochester said, he would be a bastard and she did not listen to a single word.
"Do you think he can't watch it anymore?"
He picked up his phone, clicked on it to find his browsing history, and said, "Last time I said I wanted to watch this one, but you said you had a bad figure and were not interested. Why has it evolved to the point where you start talking nonsense from body to mind? While I'm on a business trip for half a month, I've quietly evolved to the extreme."
The man's voice was loose, with a hint of malicious teasing.
The words spoken were simply embarrassing from head to toe.
Jane felt that tonight's battle was not very exciting from the beginning, so she decided to wait and see before deciding.
When he saw her pretending to be dead, the man reached out and poked his slender fingertips into the bedding, leaving a wrinkled little hole.
"Little lace is still hanging around her ankle, but you have completely withdrawn."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so pitiful, lonely."
The silkworm pupae on the bed immediately moved, and Jane almost forgot where she had just thrown her underwear.
"Shut up!"
"It's over,or it's not over! "Jane lifted the blanket and stared at him.
Rochester raised his eyebrows and looked at the spring scenery that was revealed by her. He smacked his mouth and said, "Aren't you pretending to be dead?"
"Who pretended? I call it high-efficiency rest. Can you do it? " Jane gave him a glare and calmly pulled up her nightgown.
"What's there to wear? Are you going to take it off later? Is this enough to satisfy you or what?" Rochester didn't dodge this time and was hit on the pillow in the face.
However, the man was not angry either. As soon as the pillow fell, he grabbed it with one hand and then copied it into the blanket.
Like a wild python hunting rabbits, after finding the target, he dragged the person out of the bed with his ankle and casually placed the pillow behind his warm waist.
"Leave some strength to argue and hum later. "Rochester's eyes darkened as he pressed her back.
When Jane opened her eyes, there was no one by the bed anymore, and the sky outside was dimly lit.
Just now, she was tossed and turned by this dog Rochester for a while, and now her waist was severely sore.
She wanted to go out to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, but found crimson spots on the balcony.
Closing up his nightgown and jacket, she poked his head out and indeed found Rochester hiding here smoking.
Jane did not allow him to smoke indoors, so this balcony had become his exclusive smoking spot.