Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 4

As if destined to be disappointed, a lamp as big as the moon was spinning in the sky above the ballroom. The lamp was the color of a lover, like the grayness in the male protagonist's eyes, and the glass bead in his eye socket was gray and almost not blue. Zhou turned his face away, and her K!ss fell in vain. Miss Wen pouted, dissatisfied and puzzled, her fingers clenched Caleb Zhou's arm, her nails almost penetrated through the material of the suit and sank into his flesh.

The movie ended hastily, and it was not a happy ending. The film in the projector was burned through, and on the black screen, a huge flame burned out a growing white light, with the edges curled up with red, and that red looked very much like Caleb Zhou's face.

Caleb Zhou didn't want to be rude. He was terrified. When the charming Miss Wen K!ssed him with closed eyes, he noticed the military uniform. He looked up along the arm and saw the man's face. It was one of the two officers who broke into his house. The ghost is still there! It's really still there!

Is that person here? Not here? Is he monitoring him? Isn't he willing to let him go? Caleb Zhou turned his face away subconsciously and pushed Miss Wen away. He turned around and strode out, feeling his sleeves being pulled. Caleb Zhou didn't look back, he didn't even look at Miss Wen. He thought he shouldn't run away like a frightened rabbit, but if he really met Ethan Yong, not only would his last S3xual orientation lie be exposed, but he would also be easily used as a woman again.

Caleb Zhou didn't want to think about it anymore, so he ran to the car. Miss Wen chased him from behind, her heels hitting the ground, and the woman shouted Zhou, her voice full of grievance. Caleb Zhou thought of an excuse in just a moment. He turned back and looked at Miss Wen. He called Miss Wen's nickname: "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan! I'm sick, I'm really sick."

Miss Wen was stunned for a moment, then held Caleb Zhou's hand. She softened her tone and said softly, "Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Caleb Zhou pushed her hand away, and his eyes seemed to be wet at that moment: "I don't want you to see me ugly because of my illness, because I love you, Yuanyuan."

He covered his chest and said sadly: "I shouldn't have come to see you tonight. The doctor told me to rest at home, but I miss you, your brightness and beauty. Seeing you makes me satisfied. Please forgive me for leaving. I will pray to God to let me enter your dream tonight and stay with you until dawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Caleb Zhou got into the car. He reached out from the window, took Miss Wen's hand and K!ssed her on the back of her hand: "Good night, my love."

He left the woman on the street and returned home alone. In the elevator, Caleb Zhou looked very bad and loosened his tie. He had been holding it in for too long, and he was angry and upset, and all those emotions turned into fire. His mind was on fire, and his lower abdomen was also full of fire.

Grandma was cleaning the house. She bent her small body, knelt under the cabinet next to the master bedroom door, and took out something. She called out, "Sir, is this yours?" She dusted the thing and wiped it clean with her apron. It was really a strange item, so Grandma asked, "Sir, is this yours?"

Her husband took off his hat and suit, and slumped down on the sofa as if he had lost all his strength. He asked casually what it was. While asking, he took out matches and cigarettes. As soon as he lit the fire, Grandma came out of the room, holding the object in her hand, and looked at Mr. Zhou with a little doubt.

At this time, the phone rang suddenly. Caleb Zhou was so scared that his hand trembled, and the match fell on the carpet and almost burned. As the phone rang, he saw clearly that what A-ma was holding was a long whip, the whole body was ochre, the handle was inlaid with silver, and clamped with an emerald green gem. The body was like a snake, and the gem was like an eye. It stared at him coldly. Caleb Zhou stepped on the match and picked up the phone.

The other end was a pleasant male voice: "I left something at your house." Caleb Zhou stared at the long whip and hung up the phone. He couldn't say anything, and there was nothing to say. He asked his mother to throw the long whip away.

This was the snake that Ethan Yong used to tie his hands when he was about to reach orgasm that day. In the uncontrollable tide of passion, his nightgown was forcefully opened by Ethan Yong. He knelt on the ground with a gun in his mouth, moaning indistinctly, forbearing yet out of control, with his legs spread apart and his hands tied. His stockings were torn at the B*tt0cks, and the hot, terrifying instrument was embedded in the crotch, hurting him.

My wrist, which had recovered, strangely started to hurt after I hung up the phone. It felt hot, as if my bones, blood vessels, and tissues all remembered that feeling, that man. His penis swelled up, squeezing into his crotch, inch by inch, and his desire was absurd and terrifying.

He leaned on the sofa and thought, while his mother was walking back and forth in the room. He pulled the blanket over his lower body. When his mother was about to tell her husband that she was going home, her husband was no longer on the sofa. He stood in front of the dining table and made a cup of black tea. His mother asked, "Do you need some snacks?"

The gentleman turned his face slightly. His expression was a little strange. The mist rising from the teacup made his face a little unclear. The gentleman pursed his lips reservedly, not looking happy. Suddenly, the gentleman asked her: "Do you have women's gloves at home?" Grandma thought for a while and said: "I think there is a pair, pink velvet, with small snowflakes on it, very Western style."

So her husband put down the cup, went back to his room and took out a box. It was a wine red gift box with a black ribbon. Caleb Zhou opened the gift box, looked at it with satisfaction, took a flower from the dining table, and asked his mother: "Is that thing not lost just now?" His mother didn't know why her husband changed his mind again, but she didn't ask any more questions.

After handing the things to the gentleman, he put the whip gloves and the flower into the gift box. He also picked up a pen and wrote a card in a fluent cursive handwriting, sprayed with perfume. My mother watched the gentleman stuff a roll of cash into the women's gloves, and she murmured in her heart.

After the master was done, he told A-ma to send someone to deliver the things to Yong Mansion. After seeing A-ma off, Caleb Zhou's mood finally recovered a little. He went to take a bath, soaked in hot water and drank red wine. His red toes came out of the water and stepped on the edge of the bathtub.

Caleb Zhou stared at the remnants of nail polish on his toes, holding his chin, wondering if a powerful person like Ethan Yong would be angry at receiving a gift. How would he react? Would he feel humiliated and shoot him? Or would he just feel disgusted and feel disappointed that his desire to conquer could not be satisfied?

The gift box contained an invitation card. He would wait here until Ethan Yong came. He would wear women's gloves to satisfy Ethan Yong's special hobbies and S3xual interests. He said that he was a pervert and those who were interested in him were also perverts. If Ethan Yong was still interested, he would lower his status. He stuffed the roll of fifty yuan in cash into his pocket and regarded it as buying S3x for one night.

The more a man can't get something, the more he wants it, and the more he doesn't want something that's delivered to him. He was afraid of Ethan Yong, afraid of this powerful and capricious man. However, the more difficult it is, the more he has to deal with it. He thought that if he could get rid of it with this, he would leave for another place. He couldn't stay here any longer.

After bathing, Caleb Zhou wrapped himself in a towel. His hair was soaked with water, flowing down his neck in strands, wet and cold. He took off the towel and put on a white robe. It was a Western-style pajamas, like a skirt, with cuffs gathered at the wrists and a circle of lace. When he walked, the skirt was empty and thin, and the outline of his body could be vaguely seen in the light.

The tea was still a little warm, he held the tea and a box of snacks in his arms, and returned to the sofa with a brown-red blanket, which had left shallow marks on it.

The snack was broken by his teeth, and the crumbs fell down, and some of them were caught by the collarbone. There were small round grooves formed by the bones, and small water drops were nestled in them. He was waiting for Ethan Yong's call, and the gift should arrive. He stared at the phone, and then at the clock, like a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, waiting for a call from his sweetheart.

He was fidgeting anxiously. His heart was in turmoil, as if many people were living there and quarreling, messy and noisy. He licked the remaining snack on his fingers, and the sweetness wrapped around his tongue. He pulled his cheek and thought, why hasn't he contacted me yet?

The water beads dried up again and again, and the hair that was clumped like seaweed became fresh and gradually fluffy. When the bell rang, the person sleeping on the sofa was awakened, and subconsciously reached out and quickly picked up the phone, which was a series of busy tones. The snack box in his arms was flipped to the ground by the movement, and in the clanging sound, he realized that he had recognized the wrong tone, and there was no phone call.

As if he was relieved, he gradually smiled and cheered like a child. He was no longer interested in me. Then he thought of the illusion tonight and the restless desire. His heart sank for a moment, and he thought indifferently, so what, he still loves women.