After two years of marriage, I have become a transparent person in my marriage. People who are sober in the workplace are exhausted from the cold violence.
That night at the club, I met him when he was desperate. The young man, who is eight years younger than me, is obviously in a sex scene, but he is extremely restrained towards me.
He used gentleness as a boundary and kept me within three months. In the long-term love, he stretched the taboos and turned into a bone-eroding sadomasochism.
We are each other's salvation, and we are also the perdition of knowing that we cannot do anything.
Until that rainy night, he asked in a mute voice with red eyes: Sister, is it okay? The wedding ring is cold, my heart is beating hot, and I have no way out.
