open relationship

I still haven't given her the key.Of course, that was the next day.

"Don't forget, we are an open relationship."

Her tone was sour: "So what?"

"The connection of the key is too strong, like family...people."

"Yi——" She stood up with the harsh and muffled sound of the foot of the chair moving, "I'm not your family member, am I? What do you think of me? Hmm?... Sexual partner?"

silence.

"Why is this so?" Why bother to be obsessed with this, why bother to figure it out.

"Xiaoguang, do you still love me?"

Suddenly do not want to answer.she left.

That day, she didn't come to ask me, come or go.Another day passed, and nothing.

We are like this, inexplicably deja vu without speaking.Will what should come always come?

It's my fault, but I don't want to correct it.

Love can't explain anything.If I hadn't met her again like this, I would have lived like this forever; just as her husband hadn't cheated, she could have lived like this forever.No one must be inseparable from anyone.I will not allow myself to be inseparable from her any longer.It took me far too long to get used to not having her, my hopes and my illusions.I don't want to repeat the same mistakes.

I am not afraid that she will not come back, I am even more afraid that I am waiting for her.

He was waiting for her wholeheartedly.The mobile phone, wanting to move away but only sticking to the line of sight.I want to suppress it, but it will only become a dull pain, itchy and uncomfortable.I was full of anticipation, but I didn't see her at the door, so I was a little afraid to go home.

Sure enough, has it fallen again?A sense of powerlessness that cannot be controlled.I really hope she is obedient and will not disobey.Sure enough, it was just a dream.She disappeared again.Will not be coming back.

In the bar, what I'm doing is called "look around, scout".

Call the waiter: "Help me, give that person this kind of wine, just say that I will deliver it." She understood.

Numbly watching the bartending, delivering the wine, and leaving, a series of actions took place, and felt a light gaze cast on me.It's just that I didn't expect that the next second, that person waved at me and motioned for me to go over.

I held the wine glass, and sat in the seat in front of her, and stopped.

"I don't want to talk about my partner!" A surprisingly clean face under the dim yellow neon lights of the bar was looking at me, with a childlike firmness in its eyes.

"So you have a date?"

"No. If you don't have a partner, you can't talk about your partner?"

"Then you give me back the bar." I said solemnly.

"No!" she also said seriously.

"Oh? Then tell me, what else can you do?"

"Papa papa." Misty and soft, she still had a serious face.

I couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.She also laughed.

"That's great, give me a drink?"

"You remember me?" I asked back.I'm sorry to say that I didn't recognize her until I walked in front of her.It is true that I never thought that when we were crying while drinking wine, the meaningful glances from a stranger could create a tacit understanding in this scene.Crying and laughing.If it weren't for today, I'm afraid I wouldn't know that those eyes and her immature eyebrows that are incompatible with the surroundings still exist in my memory.

"I can't forget..." She giggled, "You look so funny when you cry."

"Oh, I watched me for so long at that time, and I didn't see you come to comfort me. Wouldn't your conscience hurt?" I smiled.

"At that time, I planned to comfort you if I saw you crying again next time. I never saw you again." She said sincerely.

"However, it's not too late now. This time, I will definitely comfort you..." She changed her words.

I trembled in my heart: "How can I comfort you?"

"Didn't I just say it just now, so I forgot?" She said angrily, sat next to me as a matter of course, and asked softly against my ear: "Do you want it?"

I was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes." So be it.

"I have a rule."

"what?"

"twice."

"Isn't it usually once?"

"Don't want to do the once-in-a-lifetime thing."

... The little girl is hypocritical!

"Uh... makes sense. Twice then."

"My name is An Ran. What's your name?"

Family members with the same surname? "Isn't this generally not revealing the real name?"

"Did I say it was my real name?" She laughed.

"Then...Xiao Ming."

"Little Light?"

"Ah—" I was shocked, "You know me?"

"Don't panic! Guess. Bright. Can you name it properly?" She gave me a cute roll of eyes.

"The little girl is quite smart." I pretended to be calm and teased.

"Hey, I said, you don't have a date, do you?"

"Maybe not, maybe open relationship." Said these four words one by one.

"Okay. You people." An Ran shook her head old-fashionedly.

An Ran is a very cute girl.My trust in her is almost from the bottom of my heart. This statement may seem false, but if she is a bad person, she may also look like a fallen angel.

In this way, I brought the "angel" home.The night is not yet deep, even, it is still very long.