Chapter 7 Section 6

Abandoned milk powder factory.In other words, the secret base of the Iron Blood Group. Sofa, fire, TV. "Sir, should you be at the airport now? I hope you can fly away before the snowstorm." Shadek put his arms around Ava. "I'm really envious. Although I don't like Egypt, it's better than this ghostly place, right?" Ava. Peter got up and put on his heavy snow jacket and gloves. "Where are you going? It's snowing so much outside." Shadek asked, moving his hands restlessly on Ava's body. "Could it be staying here and watching free salty wet movies?" Peter smiled and pressed the garage door switch.

"Go! Get away!" Shadek laughed, looking at Peter's back. Peter didn't look back, but just waved his hands knowingly.The garage door lowers automatically. Shadek and Ava continue their wanton lingering. "If that kid doesn't leave, I'm afraid I'll have to invite him to join." Ava bit Shadek's neck fiercely. "Tsk tsk, I don't like that set." Shadek took off his clothes, revealing a burly body like a bear. Next to the sofa, under the old telephone, the telephone line was cut at some time. Moscow airport besieged by snowstorm. Lydia looked at her phone, but there was no signal at all.

Looking around, there was no familiar figure. "Didn't you secretly put a ticket for the seat next to me in your coat?" Lydia sat on the luggage, biting a stone fruit biscuit in wonder. For that man, I don't know what it feels like. I like having sex with him very much, but I don't like it so much that I don't like having sex with others. I like to press him very much, but I also like being pressed by him.Although the chances of the former getting an orgasm are much greater. I like that he finds me for sex, not Ava or other whores.She admitted that she felt uncomfortable when she saw Ava come out of the man's room.

After all, it's all about making love, so it shouldn't be love?Is it really just a love relationship?Make love, who doesn't need it? However, using the above-mentioned dialectical statements that constantly revolve around themselves to deliberate on the relationship between the two is problematic enough in itself. Sitting on the luggage and thinking wildly, Lydia realized that the reason why she particularly liked having sex with that man might be because the man understood, or tolerated the scars on her body very well, turning a blind eye to them. Sometimes some guy caught in a bar would sleep with her for her beauty, and after seeing or touching her bruises, the frightened or questioning expressions made her very uncomfortable.

But just because that man can have sex with her without any grievances, it is undoubtedly ridiculous to assume that he has other feelings for her.In the final analysis, the reason why the man tolerated her scars was probably because he had more, uglier, and more terrifying scars on his body. However, ever since she inadvertently saw a ticket to Egypt in the man's coat, Lydia began to be unable to tell where her emotions fell into the quagmire.Especially when the man refused to follow up directly, obviously wanting to give himself a surprise... This behavior actually made him nervous. What is the point of surprise?in spite of.That man would think of surprises, which in themselves are beyond imagination.

So I should be more acquainted, and make a moving expression when he suddenly appears beside me? "Oh my god! Why are you here!" Lydia was on the luggage, practicing the tone of surprise. But it's not like that.It's so unnatural. "Hey, what are you doing?" Lydia said coolly, but she immediately vetoed it. Although this attitude is very similar to my usual self, I am really sorry for the man's only one surprise.And it's not like that at all. "What should I do?" Lydia was distressed, looking at the heavy snow outside the airport. The departure time is getting closer and closer, and the flight delay message has not yet been displayed on the board.

That man hasn't come yet...