Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 5

Still at the door, still hot, wet in front of his eyes, a bead of sweat hung on his eyelashes, and soon there was a round dark mark on the carpet. He closed his eyes tremblingly and tried to close his legs, his arms aching. So he groaned and spit out the wet gun unhappily.

His cheeks rubbed against the carpet, which hurt. His arms were so sore, which also hurt. As if he had been wronged, his sweat was like tears, running down his finely haired cheeks. His red skin was covered with mottled marks of sweat, and he frowned in agony.

Ethan Yong's hand slid up his spine, the bone of his spine, section by section, until his trembling Adam's apple, neck, and a bunch of hair were all gathered in his hand. The man's voice was soft, and his words were appropriate, as if he was handing over official business, but his tone was arrogant.

Ethan Yong said, "Mr. Zhou, although Shirley's matter made me very unhappy. But I admire Mr. Zhou very much. Perhaps we can solve this matter today, Mr. Zhou just needs to put in some effort and endure some fatigue. Please don't cry." As he spoke with a hint of meaning, the rough cloth caressed the corners of his mouth, wiping off some of the rouge.

Caleb Zhou wanted to raise his body, but he was pinched by the back of his neck and pressed back slowly and hard. Ethan Yong's hand pushed his mouth open, and his fingertips sank into his tongue, as if inspecting a product. He heard Ethan Yong say, "Mr. Zhou's mouth and eyes are really nice."

The fingers roughly stirred in his mouth and then pulled out. The wet finger sleeves rubbed his nipples again, this time with great force, torturing without mercy. The thing in his legs was even harder, Caleb Zhou's body shook violently, and there was a snapping sound between his legs, and his coccyx was hit by the cold iron buckle of the belt. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ten fingers were slightly open.

He touched the tight waist and abdomen, the only part of the man that he could touch without any cover. Caleb Zhou curled up even more, he was panicking and afraid, not because of the thing that could break into his body at any time, but because he...

When he opened his eyes, his panting had not stopped. It was a dream or not, it was clearly a reappearance of the scene, why did he dream about these things. Caleb Zhou sat up from the bed. The window was not closed in the room, and a breeze blew in from the window, slightly cool. The moonlight was blue, slanting into the room. When he walked out of the dream, his body was red, and he was sweating all over. His waist and abdomen were sore, it was a kind of soreness that was shaking and groaning in his bones.

His legs were stretched out from the quilt, and his robe was lifted up to his waist. In the dim light, he looked at his lower body. It pointed forward angrily, and the shaft was red, so he reached out and grasped it.

With great satisfaction, he hummed lightly from his nose. His eyes stayed on the corner of the bedroom door. He didn't know what he was thinking, just leaning against the head of the bed, groping for his own desires. In the numbness of lust, he took a puff of snuff. In the dizziness of intoxication, he touched the back of his neck, which was trembling slightly.

When the man sweated, it was like a small drop of water, and the scattered water droplets splashed around his neck. That unfinished dream, the pleasure that he refused to admit. He swung his waist, and his B*tt0cks swayed randomly on the bed sheet. Those two round balls were covered with thin sweat, rising and falling, staining the bed sheet dark. His toes kicked the quilt, and he curled up uncomfortably.

His clothes were all wrinkled, so he took them off in annoyance and pushed them under the bed. They fell on the shoes and a few unfinished books. Caleb Zhou put his hand on the bed, spread his fingers demandingly, and tightly wrapped the sheets between his fingers. Caleb Zhou closed his eyes, and in a trance he heard Ethan Yong's voice. Mr. Zhou's eyes are really good.

Until the ringing of the phone interrupted this lingering masturbation, as if he had discovered an unknown secret, Caleb Zhou loosened his hands in shock, and his lust was instantly dispersed. The ringing continued, and as if he had a premonition, he walked naked from the bed to the living room, his crotch was wet and cold. He picked up the phone and said hello.

His voice was too soft and trembling, not like a greeting, but more like a moan.

There was a deep laugh over there, as if it was hiding in the night and breathing into his ear. Caleb Zhou coughed lightly and then spoke again: "Mr. Yong." He looked up at the clock and it was already 2:10 in the middle of the night. "Sorry for disturbing my sweet dream." Ethan Yong replied: "I'm sorry, I just saw the gift Mr. Zhou gave me, and I couldn't help myself and forgot the time."

It was a voice that was born to speak love words. Although the words were not sincere, they were full of sweetness and sounded very emotional. Caleb Zhou sat down on the sofa. After the passion faded, he felt a little cold. He said wait a moment, went back to the room, put on a coat, got an ashtray, and put the microphone back.

He treated Ethan Yong in an ambiguous and frivolous way, just like he had treated every woman in the past. He casually lit the match, and the fire flickered warmly into a bright red flower. Staring at the flower, he smiled a little: "Do you like that pair of gloves?" Compared to him, he felt that it was more suitable for Major General Yong.

Major General Yong did not answer the question. He asked, "Are you smoking?" Caleb Zhou passed the match under the cigarette, and after it burned through, he pinched the stick and extinguished it. He propped up his legs, took a sip, and then replied, "Master Yong has very good hearing."

"The color of the incense smoke is very similar to Mr. Zhou's eyes. But Mr. Zhou's eyes are more attractive." Caleb Zhou hummed as if accepting a compliment, and restrained himself a little: "Since I couldn't wait for you tonight, can we consider the matter between us resolved?"

Ethan Yong politely replied: "I missed the appointment because of me. Mr. Zhou, please give me a chance. There will be a play at the Pear Garden tomorrow. We can meet there." Caleb Zhou sneered in his heart. Although he said nice things, he actually left no room for refusal.

He knew he shouldn't, and was obviously afraid, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He had to speak. His elder brother always said he had a temper, and it was true. So he replied, "I'm really sorry, I'm busy tomorrow, I..." Before he finished speaking, Ethan Yong said, "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow at two o'clock."

After the call ended, Caleb Zhou took another shower. Without a porter or a mother, he could only use cold water to pour down his body. His body was shivering with cold, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart. He hated the relationship where he had no say and was completely weak. Another wave of cold water made his back hunch up, his back muscles numb, and he pursed his lips tightly. His expression was gloomy and he was very unhappy.

The next day it rained, and the streets were washed out like a painting. All kinds of signs and flashing neon lights were covered by the rain, and the ground reflected a layer of light. The cold glass stood upright and took in all the colorful lights. There was water everywhere, and there were colors everywhere. Only that day was the sky pure dark blue, which looked very heavy and low, almost pressing down on the eaves.

Caleb Zhou was wearing a light-colored long gown and holding a black umbrella. Without a suit, Caleb Zhou looked much younger and more elegant. In the cold rain, he watched a car slowly stop in front of him, carefully avoiding splashing water on his clothes.

The window was down, and inside sat a smiling Ethan Yong. He was a little surprised, not expecting Ethan Yong to be in the car. With an idea in mind, he held up his umbrella, bent slightly, and approached the window. He did not speak, nor did he prepare to go around the car body to take a seat. He only smiled lightly, his eyes dyed gentle by the rain, and he looked at Ethan Yong.

The meaning is very clear, he wants this gentleman to give up his position to him. It is a wild and audacious idea.

Ethan Yong looked at him for a while, and actually moved his body to give up his seat. Caleb Zhou raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat uneasy, but he did not expect that this position would be so easy to get. He got into the car and put away his umbrella. There was a lot of water on his body and hands, so he took out a handkerchief, folded it and used it to wipe.

Caleb Zhou was born into a good family, and his hands were also well-shaped, without calluses, and his fingers were light pink, a healthy white. When he folded his handkerchief, every move was filled with the noble elegance that was engraved in his bones.

When Caleb Zhou had taken care of himself and hadn't spoken yet, he saw Ethan Yong approaching. He wanted to avoid him, but he couldn't. The consequence of being arrogant and making others give up their seats came, and Ethan Yong thoughtfully gave him two choices. Sit on his lap now, or sit on his lap in the opera house.