In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 167

But Frances does nothing. He just holds me tightly and his breathing becomes steady.

I finally understand that the reason he does it is to make him warmer.

Is my thought too impure?

Being held by him tightly, I feel so hot that I am sweating.

As soon as people lie in bed, they just want to sleep.

Gradually, I fall asleep.

When I’m half asleep, I feel something on my butt. My most sensitive body part is rubbed over and over again. Soon, my vagina is getting wet. I’m completely awake.

Frances’s body doesn’t seem to be so hot, but his lower body is still very hot.

"Don’t touch me."

I turn around and touch Frances on the forehead. Making sure he doesn’t have a fever, I’m relieved.

"Now, you can relax."

He starts kissing me from my earlobe, kisses and fondles my other sensitive parts.

We are very familiar with each other’s bodies. Soon, I start to moan. My body can’t help trembling under his caress.

"Your body has long been accustomed to me. Do you really want to leave me? "

His voice is really charming. And then, he inserts the penis into my vagina.

"Ah…" I can’t help moaning. I hug Frances tightly and can’t say a word.

But I am sober.

Women and men are different in love and sex. A man may be obsessed with a woman’s body and he may love this woman because of sex. But I won’t. Only when I love a person can I have pleasure in bed.

Do I love Frances?

The answer is "yes".

Soon, I hear the sound of water spray.

After the bath, Frances comes out and dresses in front of me. He seems to be leaving.

When he comes to the door, he suddenly turns around and looks at me.

"Jane, do you really think we’re just playing together?"

"So, do you think I will fall in love with you? Don’t worry! I will not covet anything that does not belong to me." I smile at him and suppress the bitterness in my heart.

I can’t fall in love with people like Frances. If I don’t understand this, I’ll be hurt deeply in the end.

"You understand it and that’s the best."

Frances says coldly and leaves.

In the evening, he doesn’t come back.

I finally see him the next afternoon, but I see him on the news.