I saw this question on Twitter, "Guys, what should I do if my girlfriend asks me to have sex with her three times a day?"

I was amused and commented, "Dear, I have sex with my boyfriend five times a day."

As I clicked to send my comment, my boyfriend Louis Juarez's phone suddenly rang.

He was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

I glanced at his phone and thought it was just a coincidence. I commented again, "You can't even do that? What's the use of having you? You'd better break up with your girlfriend and not ruin her happiness."

I clicked to send it. In the quiet living room, Louis' phone rang again.

I couldn't stay calm anymore.

With doubts in my heart, I tentatively commented, "Dude, only men get tired when having sex."

After I sent this comment, as expected, his phone rang again!

Once could be considered a coincidence, but this has happened three times.

Could it be that Louis had already ...

But he was afraid of embarrassment, so he didn't dare to tell me?

I walked to the kitchen in a complicated mood and saw Louis washing dishes and cooking soup.

I admired his thoughtfulness, and then put my arms around his waist and touched his abdominal muscles under his clothes. "Mr. Juarez, have you done anything behind my back recently?"

Louis paused while wiping the dishes. His bangs covered his eyes, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

He said lightly, "No."

I clicked my tongue and patted him on the shoulder. "Well, you have to be honest.

Otherwise, I will just slack off all day at work tomorrow, and you will still have to pay me, which will be a huge loss for you."

Louis put down the bowl and looked straight at me. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Leah, you're talking so much because you want to have sex again?"

I widened my eyes and was speechless.

What the hell!

What did you mean by saying that I wanted to have sex again?

"Is this the only thing I care about in your eyes? Louis!

Don't you want to?"

Louis filled a bowl of soup and gave it to me. "Be good and take care of yourself. You are having your period now. I can't have sex with you at this time."

I drank the soup angrily, feeling that the person who asked the question was undoubtedly Louis.

While he was still busy in the kitchen, I clicked on his phone and casually entered a password.

The first time, I entered his date of birth.

The password was wrong.

I scratched my head and entered my date of birth.

The password was still wrong.

Humph, what a jerk!

I racked my brains but couldn't think of a password. It couldn't be his ex-girlfriend's birthday, could it?

"The password is a combination of our two birth dates."

I didn't even notice that Louis was standing right in front of me.

I looked embarrassed.

"Oh my god, why am I so unlucky?"

The first time I checked his phone, I was discovered.

Louis didn't care at all and acted as if he didn't care if I checked his phone.

I clicked on it and joked, "Mr. Juarez, aren't you afraid that I'll leak the company's secrets?"

When he heard this, he suddenly became serious. "Will you?"

I laughed. "Of course not. My sugar daddy can't go bankrupt."

I clicked on Twitter and checked out his Twitter name.

I saw a familiar ID name, Louis.

Then I clicked on the message box and saw three unread comments.

I was nervous. Was he the one asking the question? I would have the answer right away.

I closed my eyes, and he laughed at me. "Look at you. I didn't do anything wrong to you."

I ignored him.

When I opened my eyes, I froze.

It was him!

Looking at his calm look, I smiled and cursed in my heart.

I followed his example and asked anonymously, "What should I do if my boyfriend can't satisfy my sexual needs?"

Then I invited him to answer the question.

I threw the phone into his arms. He looked at it in confusion and his expression changed. "I'm sorry, I'll kneel on the keyboard."

"Why didn't you tell me there was something wrong with your body?"

He took out the keyboard, knelt in front of me, and said, "Leah, if I tell you, I am not strong in your heart."

I was confused. Wait! Wasn't that what scumbags often say?

"I can't tell you. I can't accept it. I can't accept myself. As a person, I can forgive myself, but as a lover, I can't."

Looking at the pious look on his face, I smiled with relief. "Mr. Juarez, don't say that. It's disgusting."

"Aren't you just weak? It's okay, you'll be fine after taking the medicine."

The corners of Louis' mouth froze, and he shut his mouth resentfully.

I complained about his concealment. After thinking for a while, I decisively bought three durians.

Half an hour later, the durians were delivered.

As I ate the durian, I pointed at him. "Hey. Straight up!

Hey, you are in the wrong way!"

Louis moved his body and smiled ambiguously. "Baby, We haven't even had sex yet, what's wrong with me?"

I was speechless.

All right, Louis.

He could say whatever he wanted.

Since he knelt on the keyboard, Louis was very well-behaved until the end of my period.

I wanted to have sex with him so much, but Louis was calm.

Oh no!

Lying on the bed, Louis was working. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a high nose bridge. He looked so attractive.

I touched the muscles on his arm. He was typing on the keyboard with one hand and holding me with the other hand. "Stop it. I'm making money."

I didn't listen to him and deliberately touched his abdominal muscles.

Louis stopped what he was doing and looked at the computer in silence. "Don't you want your favorite Hermes bag?

Don't you want a sports car anymore?

Don't you want to have a party with your best friend?"

Oh!

I stretched out my hand and said generously, "Louis, go ahead with your work. I'll take care of it myself."

He looked at me speechlessly and turned off the computer.

I bit my lips and closed my eyes shyly.

The next second, I heard a snap. He turned off the light and said in a cold voice, "Let's sleep."

I was confused.

I didn't want to sleep!

Wake up!

Three nights later, I was woken up by Louis in a daze.

While we were having sex, Louis' cell phone rang.

Who would make a phone call at this time?

I sat down and glanced at it. There was no name, only numbers.

Louis was having a fun time and didn't answer it.

I kicked him lazily, and he understood. He threw the phone at me and said playfully, "Answer it."

I answered it suspiciously.

"Louis, my mother had a car accident. Can you transfer $85000 to me?

I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

I was so angry that I threw the phone at him. He was in pain and couldn't help groaning.

There was silence on the other end of the line and she hung up.

I patted his face. "Aren't you going to help?"

He pinched my waist. I groaned, but I was still unhappy. I took out his phone and edited a message. "Sorry, one woman is enough for him, and he can't handle two."

After replying, I turned off his phone.

Louis made me feel comfortable that night, so I was no longer angry.

I thought his ex-girlfriend's farce would come to an end, but the next day, his ex-girlfriend came to me.

Looking at the haggard but well-dressed woman, I had a bad feeling.

I had just finished my fast food and walked into the cafe with messy hair, while Louis was in the mall buying new bed sheets.

I looked at the ceiling speechlessly. My backer wasn't here, and I lost confidence before the fight even started.

Clara Glyn sat down opposite and looked at me contemptuously. "I don't know why Louis like you."

I touched my hair and secretly turned on the recording under the table. I coughed lightly and said, "What's wrong? Do you think he still likes you? You're already his ex-girlfriend. Please be more self-aware."

As soon as I finished speaking, her hand holding the LV bag paused. After a while, she smiled, picked up the coffee on the table, and drank it. "Do you know who bought this bag for me?"

I had a bad feeling. "It's none of my business."

Louis couldn't have bought it for her, could he?

No.

He loved to buy bags for others.

Ever since we were together, he had bought me dozens of bags.

I didn't care about bags and I was starting to.

The price of all those bags could buy a villa.

Clara took another sip of coffee. Only then did I realize that something was wrong.

Why did she drink my coffee?

Looking at her proud face, I couldn't help but ask, "Louis' ex, don't drink my coffee. I've drunk it before."

Clara was stunned when she heard this, and then she spat on my face.

I was stunned and raised my hand to wipe my face.

How on earth did Louis fall in love with her?

Did he like her irascible temper?

Did he like her to spit at him?

Did he like her LV bag?

She smiled sinister and said disdainfully, "What a bad luck."

With a bright smile, I deliberately provoked her. "What do you dislike? Even Louis has tasted my saliva."

Clara was choked. "You're... shameless!"

"There are so many shameless people. What's the big deal?"

It was Louis' voice.

Before I could say anything in retaliation, Louis came with the new sheets and shopping bag.

He pushed open the door. The sunlight shone on him, making him look so noble and handsome.

He had perfect sides and contours of his face.

I was about to call "Honey". Well... If he didn't fall.

I saw that he had stepped on a stain. I wanted to remind him, but I couldn't make a sound no matter how hard I tried.

The next second, he fell heavily to the ground with a bang.

Who would have thought that my backer would come and humiliate him?

I covered my face.

I didn't know him!

I didn't know!

Clara was disliked by him and didn't dare to help him.

He said pitifully, "Honey, come and help me. I can't get up..."

I sighed and helped him up. While doing so, I whispered, "What's going on? We lost our faces."

He pursed his lips and looked at the onlookers.

"I fell by myself. It has nothing to do with my wife.

I had sex multiple times last night and I'm a little dizzy."

I was shocked.

I felt even more embarrassed.

And then, he looked at my red cotton jacket and gave a gentle sniff, "Leah, actually ...... your dress today is not elegant."

The implication was that I had already embarrassed myself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed my chest.