I went back to Calvin's villa, but he wasn't there.
The smell of Sichuan hot pot still reverberated in the restaurant. Lucy said she kept all the hot pot ingredients in the refrigerator at noon and we can have them at night.
I had no appetite. It was the first time I said I would skip dinner and go back to my room to sleep.
Calvin had not come back. When I woke up, it was already midnight.
It was very quiet. I got out of bed and went to open the door.
His room was next to mine. I want to know if he had come back.
Suddenly, from the far end of the corridor, his voice rang out, "Looking for me?"
It scared me. There was a light in the hallway, or I'd be scared to death.
I looked over and saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets. I could smell the mixture of alcohol and powder on him from a long distance.
I knew where he had gone with thinking.
I chuckled. I was not his wife. It was none of my business where he went.
"Not now." I turned to go back to my room.
Suddenly he came up to me, took me by the wrist and pulled me in front of him, with his lips choking me before I could see the expression on his face.
His lips had the subtle astringency of red wine and the complex aroma.
By the warm light in the hallway, I could even see half of the lipstick of the most popular color on his white shirt collar.
His kisses raged with encroachments, and the feeling made me uncomfortable.
I struggled for a moment, pushing his chest with both hands, but it was in vain in front of his large, full chest.