The night was thick, and the bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on the carpet.

Song Anyang felt a little tired from being pressed by Pei Yue, moved lightly, and said softly: "You get up first, I feel a little out of breath." ”

After that, the woman stretched out her hand and pushed the man, her eyes swept over the wound on the man's chest that she had bitten out, her eyes became a little embarrassed, and she calmed her eyelids and waited for the man to get up.

Hearing the woman's words, the man frowned, made a 'hmm' sound, and slowly turned over from the woman, but he was still lying on the bed.

The man turned over, and the woman hurriedly sat up from the bed and looked down at the man's wound; After hesitating for a while, he got up from the bed, turned his head and dug out the spare first aid kit in the guest room, and found some alcohol sponges and band-aids.

When she returned to the man, the woman reached out directly to unbutton the man's shirt, carefully separating the wound on the man's chest from the fabric.

Half of the wound and the clothing were divided, the man suddenly reached out to hold the woman's slender hand, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The woman was held by the man's hand, her fingers were slightly stiff, and she sat in place in a daze, looking at the man's complicated face, and suddenly burst into tears.

Seeing that the woman suddenly cried, the man held the woman's hand and let go.

When the man lets go, the woman's tears fall even more, and she chokes up so much that she can't catch her breath.

Faced with the woman crying more and more, the man became at a loss, got up and hugged the woman into his arms, and said in a deep voice: "What are you crying about?" ”

Hearing the man's question, the woman cried half of her tears, slowly swallowed back her stomach, her cheeks pressed against the man's chest, and her hands tightly wrapped around the man's broad figure.

"I just want to cry."

She wasn't crying anything, she was just afraid that he wouldn't want her, even though she had never mentioned him half a word since she left him, and she seemed to be okay on the surface.

But in the dead of night, she would always think of him involuntarily.

Remorse and loss, fear and fear, she didn't know how she had come through these months.

The woman's mood fluctuated so much, holding the man's hands tightly circled, no matter what happened, she just liked him.

"Alright, alright, don't cry, don't cry."

The woman hugged the man tightly and cried, and the man comforted the woman softly, reaching out to brush the hair on the back of the woman's head, and the broad figure hugged the person in his arms.

The two wanted to hug each other for a long time, until the woman's mood completely calmed down, and the two separated.

After the woman came out of the man's arms, she continued to look at the wound on the man's chest.

I was only bitten by her before, and the flesh was a little blurred, which scabbed over the wound and stuck to the shirt, and then treated, which was even more miserable.

After separating the wound from the shirt, Song Anyang took an alcohol cotton and treated it for the man, and finally put a band-aid on it, which was a simple completion.

The woman took care of the man's wound and was about to withdraw her hand, when the man suddenly reached out and pressed the woman's hand to his chest.

The blazing temperature is transmitted to the woman's palm, and the man's strong heartbeat can be felt.

Pressed by the man's hand, the woman gently raised her eyes and looked at the man, her eyes quenching with brilliance.

She suddenly felt that her heart rate had become extremely fast, and her brain felt a little numb and warm.

The man lowered his head to look at the woman, his tightly pursed lips opened slightly, and he lowered his head to wrap the woman's red lips.

It is rare for a man to care so much about the advice made by a woman, looking at the woman who is writhing underneath, her face dyed red, and the breath she exhales when she opens her lips, it is so charming.

At the frequency to which she adapted.

After each other's extreme peak, the man panted slightly, turned over, and lay on the woman's side, the sweat on his forehead did not dry up for a while.

The woman is lying on the side of the man, her eyelids half-calm, and her eyes are dull after the clouds and rain.

The thin beads of sweat on his forehead seeped into his hair, and he rolled a piece.

There was silence for a moment.

"You smoke."

The woman's feeling at this time is wonderful.

I think of the interpretation of sex in Western mythology that I have seen, representing the sacred and the beautiful, the supreme purity.

The Bible records that a man is closest to God when he has a relationship with a woman.

That's how a woman feels at this time; Brute force and durability are not as good as moderation.

When the man heard the woman shouting at him for smoking, his eyes were slightly glazed, and he looked sideways at the woman.

The woman added, "You smoke it." ”

After speaking, the woman turned her head sideways, looked at the man, her reddish complexion was dyed with a delicate color, turned around, moved closer to the man, buried her head in the man's waist, and continued thinly: "I slept." ”

"Well, let's sleep."

The woman wanted to sleep, but the man answered, took the woman into his arms, and did not light a cigarette, but turned sideways and hugged the woman in his arms.

The man took the woman into his arms, and the woman's thoughts, which were about to fall asleep, came back to her senses a little, and she whispered extremely tiredly: "If it were someone else, no matter how indifferent I was, I wouldn't take it to heart." ”

It was precisely because he was the indifferent person that she felt more pain.

The woman suddenly said this, and the man's hand holding the woman tightened slightly, and he made a low 'um' sound.

"I didn't think about getting a divorce before, it was you who did that to me last time, and I even had a problem walking later."

Between men and women, it is about the mutual pleasure of the two, if one party is unwilling, and the other party is forced, it will definitely hurt.

Three months ago, she was injured by him, and it took a week for her to recover.

She is angry, and after the angry man sees her, he just wants to have a relationship.

"Why are you planning a divorce settlement?"

The woman examines herself, and the man opens his lips and asks, if you don't want him to be indifferent, at least treat him as a husband.

Divorce?

Song Anyang had something in his mind before he thought of divorce!

When the woman heard that the man asked about the divorce agreement, her eyes were slightly stunned, and she remembered the divorce agreement that Mrs. Pei gave her before.

Qi Li was about to answer the man's words, but he retracted what he wanted to say, reached out and hugged the man's waist, and said in a thin and glutinous manner: "Even if I drafted a divorce agreement, why did you treat me like that without asking me anything?" ”

The woman snorted, and had the intention of blaming the man.

The man was stunned because of the woman's words, and finally slowly opened his lips and said to the woman: "I'm sorry." ”

The man was carried away by anger at that time, and he thought about too many things to neglect her.

"I don't want you to say I'm sorry, I hope you'll be generous in the future."

The man says he's sorry, and the woman mentions her request.

Hearing this, the man lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Generous?" ”

"Don't care how much I love you and where I put you; Anyway, I only like you as a man. The woman said with a sense of awe.

She admits that sometimes she doesn't care about him, but in her heart, she only thinks he's her husband.

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