Thelma lay back on the bed, feeling uncomfortable and tugging at her clothes. She was so hot that the clothes felt like a hindrance.
She rolled around on the bed, and then she heard a magnetic male voice say, “Thelma, is that you?”
She looked over to see a tall man standing there, not the old man from before. He was young and handsome, dressed in a suit, exuding a strong presence.
Thelma shook her head and looked again; she was sure she didn’t know this person.
“Who are you?”
He seemed to realize something was wrong and walked to the side of the bed. He reached out, unsure if he wanted to help her, but when he extended his hand, he didn’t touch her, then casually retracted it. He asked, “What’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Thelma felt extremely uncomfortable. He sat beside her, and the scent from his body slowly wafted towards her nose, which was incredibly pleasant. She instinctively wanted to lean closer.
“Who are you?” she asked again.
He took out his phone and showed it to her. “You asked me to come.”
Her head was hazy, and the words on the phone were double-visioned, but she still recognized her own photo. However, looking at the other photo, she felt a bit unfamiliar; she was sure she hadn’t chatted with him recently.
“I didn’t send that. It wasn’t me.”
He was silent for a moment before putting away his phone and saying, “You probably ate something wrong. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
After saying that, he came over to carry her. However, as he got closer, the pleasant scent from his body suddenly intensified. The impulse surged to its peak, and as he bent down to pick her up, she unexpectedly flipped over and pinned him down.
She felt like she was going crazy; it was just too hot, and she felt terrible, needing something to relieve it. His body was firm and elastic, unlike her soft body, and as she pressed against him, her desire surged to its maximum. She lay on him, quickly stripped off her clothes, and then anxiously tugged at his clothes.
She wanted to love him, to press against him tighter. His body suddenly stiffened, and then he grabbed her hand, his voice a bit hoarse. “Don’t do this. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“No, don’t go to the hospital.”
She didn’t want anyone to see her like this. Although her body was driven by instinct, she still had a bit of rationality left. She knew that she was definitely not normal right now. The hospital was crowded, and she didn’t want to be seen in such a disheveled state. All she wanted was to relieve the discomfort in her body, immediately, right now!
She pressed her face against his, and his scent was just too good. She wanted to get even closer, rubbing against him randomly. In the struggle, his clothes were torn open, and as she leaned against him, the heat in her body seemed to ease a bit, but it wasn’t enough; she needed more.
She heard him let out a muffled groan, his voice hoarse. “Thelma, don’t do this. Try to wake up a bit.”
She couldn’t wake up; her body felt unbearably uncomfortable.
Her mind was hazy, and instinctively, she found his mouth. She wanted to taste his flavor, the flavor that could relieve her body. She was fierce and impatient.
At first, he avoided her, but later he slowly gave up struggling and began guiding her deeper step by step.
It was a chaotic night. He kept giving her water, and she kept going to the bathroom. She kept asking him for more, but it still wasn’t enough. The sheets were changed again and again, but everything remained chaotic and intense.
She even forgot how she eventually fell asleep. When she woke up, the room was filled with a strong, ambiguous atmosphere. The sheets were in disarray on the floor, and the strange man from last night was lying beside her.
Even though she had been drinking, she still remembered everything that had happened yesterday. She took out her phone to check her chat history.
Cutie: I’m feeling really bad. Where’s the uncle? Can you come keep me company?
Silentstorm: Where are you?
Cutie: I’m in Brackenfield. I drank a lot and am afraid to go back. I’m in room XXX of the hotel, and there’s no one with me. Can you come keep me company?
Silentstorm: Can I arrive in three hours?
Cutie: Okay, I’ll wait for you.
Two and a half hours later.
Silentstorm: I’m outside Orange hotel. What’s the room number?
Cutie: 1015
Cutie was her online name. She clicked on Silentstorm’s profile and took a look. There was very little information, just one line stating his age as 50.
