About me forcibly kissing the elevator guy

"Why don't you go swimming?"

This question you ask me what to do.

It's not all your fault.

Not all, I reflect, I can't blame him all.

After all, half of the reason is because of my swimming trunks.

But I can't say this reason, I can only say another one.

"I, behind me... you printed that day..."

"No problem? Show me."

He curled his lips openly, without knowing how to reflect on himself.

I don't, why should I show you if you say I'll show you?

Do you think I'm the same as those people who are blinded by sex?

Not the same, of course not.

It was my hands that were disobedient and against my brain.

Pulled off the towel.

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

"It's almost gone."

After watching it, he made such an evaluation.

This fucking must be eliminated, otherwise I won't see anyone.

I still want to go to the hot springs at night, but you make me have to sit with my back to the side.

"Print some more for you?"

I looked at him mechanically, why is this man like this.

So brazen.

Not only did he fail to reflect on it, he wanted to repeat the crime!

That's all I have to say.

In broad daylight, the world is bright and bright, and there are colleagues everywhere.

You see, I blush for you when you say this.

So I blushed.

I'm not shy.

I just red for him.

"It's, it's not good to be here..."

I'm back to this shower cubicle.

When I think of Ersha slandering me for having an affair with that bald head here, I get angry.

I turned my head slightly and glanced at the elite man's hairline.

It's fine and safe.

He wrapped his left arm around my waist, and pinched the back of my neck with his right hand.

My lips rubbed against the imprint that was fading behind me.

I'm probably crazy for saying that.

Or maybe he was crazy so he didn't resist and let him move.

I was wearing swimming trunks and he was wearing swimming trunks.

I quietly glanced at the shower gel on the shelf.

This is simply the right time, place and people.

I reached for the little bottle.

There was the sound of rushing water from the compartment.

I withdrew my hand back.

This is not good, the land is not good.

The elite man will be wronged here.

I have to hold back.

But the man behind, he always seduces me.

He touched my spine, making my teeth itch.

I turned around awkwardly, "You, have you finished printing yet?"

He didn't let go, and made an indentation on my collarbone.

It's not that I don't want to push, but I'm afraid that he will lose face.

The force on my waist was somewhat familiar, and some images flashed in my mind.

Successfully let me retrieve the memory that was automatically filtered out.

Did I... vomit that day?

Still spit on that expensive floor?

The elite man let go of me after printing the collarbone.

I pulled the towel, instead of wearing it on my back, I chose to wear it around my hips.

Seeing him about to open the door and go out, my brain short-circuited for a moment.

I pinned people against the wall.

Bah, it's not a wall, it's a door.

Why don't you talk to him about compensation.

As for why the door knocked on him, shouldn't it prevent people from leaving?

"I will pay you back."

I feel like speaking out makes me feel more comfortable.

It's okay, I can live well without money.

Anyway, in my life, I will never marry a wife and have children.

Earn money and spend it alone, and you can still pay for it.

But I still have itchy teeth.

Seeing his surprised expression again, I stepped on my foot and blocked his mouth.

relative?I didn't kiss him.

I just……

I'm just afraid that he will reject me and prevent me from losing money.

Ask me why I don't use my hands to block?

Didn't this person lean against the wall and prop up the door just now, for fear of getting dusty?

With one touch, I managed to choke him.

I am proud, I am complacent.

"Accompany me?"

I don't know what happened to him, but he grabbed my wrist and forced me to back away.

A second ago, I punched him.

The next second, he hit me.

Feng Shui turns?

I am righteous and very firm, "Pay!"

I don't know why, but I have to go back to the room with him to pay the money.

No, why does this person live in a different place from mine?

Why do I live in a standard room and he lives in a suite?

Could this be an executive from another department?

Then I have to pay more, lest I lose my job.

It's not worth it to lose this job.

I don't know why, I just lay down on the bed.

He propped his hands on both sides of me and stood there motionless.

I saw that he was a little nervous and his face was tense.

"...You, you don't need to do this, and I won't run away."

In other words, should I pay for the half-drunk bottle of wine?

"Have you made up your mind?"

His voice was a little hoarse, probably due to excessive tension.

I was the one who lost money, why are you still so hesitant?

I still ask again.

"...about how much is it?"

He was taken aback.

If I'm not mistaken.

No, don't look at me like that.

I really don't know how much to give.

I don't know your expensive things.

He let go, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I felt him take a deep breath.

Then he said.

"It's all yours."

I didn't understand what that meant.

In short, if he doesn't say anything, then I will probably do the math.

I pulled out my phone and turned on my calculator.

While pressing, add, subtract, multiply and divide for him on the spot.

"The floor is calculated according to jade sandalwood. Is it [-] yuan? I only know G&H in the UK for shirts, so it's [-] yuan? I don't know much about pants. Can I just give you the dry cleaning fee? That bottle I don't know the wine, you have to tell me the price so I can pay for it."

As soon as I turned my head, his head was still resting on my shoulder, and his silent appearance came into view.

I won't quote too low.

I still think I don't pay for my pants.

I am careful.

"...Would you like to make an offer?"