About me forcibly kissing the elevator guy

I didn't mean anything else when I said I didn't have to go to work.

You must not think about it.

Be happy and celebrate.

After all, I worked diligently and conscientiously for five days, right?

Ah no, four days, four days.

Leave of absence does not count.

By the way, I still don't know who the person who asked me for leave is.

Could it be that the bald man took a fancy to me and made a 180-degree turn towards me?

I would rather go to drink plain water with customers.

I don't know how to drink, so I secretly mix it with water every time, or be bolder and drink plain water directly.

It's not my fault, it's natural.

Some people are born to drink alcohol and eat spicy food.

I just couldn't drink that day, and I was afraid of spicy food.

I vomit when I drink it, and I also vomit when it is spicy.

Fortunately, I finished throwing up outside the night before, otherwise I would have ruined my new floor when I got home.

So when I saw the elite man walking towards me with a bottle, I panicked.

This floor looks quite expensive, I don't know if I can afford it if I vomit.

So I opened my mouth early so that I could appear to be very polite.

"I'll..."

I held back the articulation for a long time, and it was always stuck in my throat.

"For a while..."

Why can't I say it!

I changed my subject, "Where can I sleep now?"

Look, this change is what I call sneaky.

None with knots.

Don't talk about it, I'll go home and sleep tonight.

I asked myself questions and answers.

"I sleep on the sofa."

No, we are only 10 floors apart, and the elevator takes less than half a minute.

I don't sleep on the ready-made comfortable bed at home, you let me sleep on your bed and you sleep on the sofa.

I don't think this is possible.

So I'm going to fight for it.

I spoke.

"I, I also want to... want to sleep on the sofa."

The more I spoke, the more guilty I became, and the more I spoke, the quieter I became.

This sofa is really comfortable.

Soft and bouncy, just sitting on it makes my heart flutter.

I couldn't help shaking.

Bumped again.

The elite man shook his hand along my stroke, and the wine spilled.

I was shocked.

This sprinkling, even sprinkling it on his high-end and expensive pants that I can't afford or pay for.

I jumped high and immediately opened my mouth.

"I will compensate, compensate you."

I was so panicked that I bowed at [-] degrees, as if I saw the president of the country.

With this bow, I hit my head on the goblet he handed over.

The trousers got a little wet earlier, so I might be able to dry clean them to save it.

Now I have spilled the whole shirt clean.

I don't think I can save it.

I didn't even dare to look at the expression of the elite man at the moment.

A bony hand moved closer, and I flinched.

I'm scared, I don't have my phone with me, I can't even call an ambulance.

I think I have to discuss it with him, and then I have to borrow my mobile phone to dial a number.

That hand touched my forehead.

It hurts me to touch it.

He seemed to be laughing again, making my hair stand on end.

With this sneer, he was definitely thinking about how to deal with me.

I said I lost, I...

I'm going to sell the house, even though I still have 20 years of mortgage.

He stood up!

I bent over and took a few steps back.

Hold your head and squat down.

He ignored me, took his hand back and walked away.

After a while, I brought a towel over.

Most likely it was stuffed in my mouth for a while to prevent my screams from disturbing the neighbors.

I swallowed.

In fact, I am quite afraid of pain.

As a result, the towel was pressed against my head, which was cold and wet.

He glanced at me casually.

"I'm going to take a shower, you..."

He is warning me!

I raised my head and quickly interrupted, in order to prove my character.

"I'm not running, I'm absolutely me, I'm not going anywhere."

I am poor, weak and helpless.

Young and in debt.

No car, no card, no father or mother.

This wine has a horse shooting an arrow printed on it, and there are a lot of foreign words.

According to my level of passing CET-[-] in English, I first ruled out Chinese.

I usually drink less wine when socializing, and those bad old men all take white wine and don't want money.

Looking at the curvaceous glass bottle.

I admit I have an itch.

I'm really not an alcoholic, and I can't drink.

I get drunk when I touch it.

But this is different.

Does it look expensive?

And wine, the degree should not be high.

I poured a little.

And a little sweet.

Elite men are steaming.

I want to ask why I use this word, because I think steaming hot can describe something delicious.

I hiccupped, the smell of alcohol in my nose.

He held the bottle and glanced at it, his surprised eyes seemed to blame me for drinking half of the bottle.

But...it's really delicious.

After drinking it, I completely forgot about my debt repayment.

His hair was dark, still damp and unblown.

Especially that bathrobe, the open curve of the chest is similar to that worn by the president in the 18R.

I'm dazed, I'm delirious.

I hugged his waist, blushing.

As much as I hate to admit it, I was drunk again.

Drunk on the effects of alcohol, drunk on his bath frankincense.

Um?Isn't your surname Ji drinking anymore?

Did I say that?

Bullshit, I don't know, I don't remember.

"drunk?"

I buried myself in his chest, shaking my head wildly.

Me, fully dressed.

He, wearing a bathrobe.

He is seducing me.

This shameless man!

I hum and chirp, very imposing.

There seemed to be whirlpools in his eyes, which made me unable to move my eyes away.

He laughed again, mocking me for drinking too much.

Laughing made my teeth itch, so I stretched my hands and leaned on the back of the sofa.

Me, the overbearing president, I beat him on the sofa.

"It still tastes so strong at 40 degrees."

The breath of his laugh hit my face, itching a bit.

Being too close, his voice passed through my left ear and reached my heart.

I couldn't hold back, I leaned up and took a bite of him.

I can't let go of this bite.

He pressed the back of my head with his fingertips in my hair.

I seem to have washed my hair this morning.

I struggled and felt something hard.

What is he hiding under his clothes?

I don't know, but my curiosity wants to know.

This can't be a gun, can it?

In order to confirm the safety of my life, I touched it again.

His gag made me breathless, my head was dizzy, and my mind was getting more and more confused.

I whimpered for him to let go of me.

But he seemed to press harder and harder, and the hands clamping my waist almost broke me.

My stomach churned.

It must have been squeezed so hard by him.

With some strength, he pushed him away.

Facing the expensive floor, spit.