"I... I'm just too tired to want that..."

In the darkness, even though the night obscured my expression, my back to him could not let him see my strangeness. But the voice didn't lie, and he could hear something unusual in my trembling tone.

Although his body was still extremely hot, and the strong smell of hormones wafted out of the quilt from time to time, he didn't have the same urge as before, although he approached me little by little and hugged me into his arms, but he didn't continue to harass me with that "behemoth".

The more he was like that, the more embarrassed I became. I really want to give him a "sex/blessing" life, but because of work, I can only use sleepiness to sweep his interest, treat his initiative with arrogance, and face his enthusiasm with coldness.

Love and career can't be both. If I choose love, then it will mean that every day in the future I will go back to the old days, such boring times, passing the time by watching TV and playing on the computer, but at night he can bring me happiness in bed.

If I choose a career, it also means that I have to make trade-offs. I want to fill my boring life with work, and fill my dry brain with the knowledge imparted by Tang Rong. But at the same time, I will also lose the joy of fish and water with Ouyang Ze every night...

How to choose? Love and career, which is the most important thing for me to pursue? No one can answer this question for me, because my heart has already made the answer for me.

"I'm sorry Rui... I didn't know you would be so tired, I thought you would be happier like this, but I didn't... I'm sorry..."

Although Ouyang Ze's mouth was still wheezing just now, his tone was still a little hurried, but the sincere apology was also transmitted to my heart from the intermittent words.

His lips were so close to my ears that I had to listen carefully to every word he said, listening to every "I'm sorry" he said. But this will only make me feel more guilty and make me repent more of the life we should have had.

"It's not your fault, it's just that I'm really tired..."

I put my hand on his shoulder and gently stroked the protruding tendons on his arm. Because I had just done strenuous exercise, my body didn't recover so quickly, so the thin snake-like outline could still be felt clearly.

In two days, November 25th, it will be his 29th birthday. He is about to run for three, and he is still so busy every day, I could have relieved his fatigue, but I still selfishly made a decision that was only good for me.

The sharp blade of time carved traces of time on his arm, and with a gentle brush, he could touch the "lines" brought to him by the years.

Although he is protecting his skin with high-end skin care products every day, insisting on exercising every day to make his body in the best condition, and drinking various health care products every day to maintain his body's nutrition, he still can't cover the damage brought to him by the years.

Compared to many people, his skin is already smooth and delicate. But if you touch it carefully, you can feel the wind, frost, rain and snow over the years.

"Actually, exercise should also be done in moderation, you don't have to work, so you don't have to make yourself so tired."

He twisted his head slightly, and the itching from the tip of his nose across the back of my neck from time to time also gave a little energy to my sleepy brain.

He slowly turned me towards him, making eye contact with me in the dark. Although there was a hormonal blockade between us, there was a shroud of darkness, but the light of the stars still made his deep pupils appear in my sight.

"It's good to have you around, you're everything to me. It is because of you that I can feel true love and feel the breath of family again. ”

Although that touching love story made outsiders feel goosebumps all over their bodies, I burned every word of him deeply in my heart like listening to the sounds of heaven.

In the face of love, who is not so emotional? Who doesn't get emotionally moved by a lover's words?

In the dark, he fumbled with my hands, holding my "imprisoned" hand tightly in his hand, his index finger gently rubbing the surface of the ring.

"Rui Rui, why did your hands become so rough? The index finger is also stiff like a person in the office. ”

Although his hands were much rougher than mine, he was quick to notice the obvious changes in my hands. At this time, the fingers that kept on the back of my hand, the palm of my hand, only made me feel uncomfortable.

"Uh... That one... That..."

I was carried away by the love words just now, and I haven't thought of a good explanation at this time. Fortunately, the night was covering his expression, otherwise the stammering words would definitely make Ouyang Ze see the clues.

"I've been practicing calligraphy for the past few days, and I haven't written Chinese characters for a long time, and I should be illiterate for a long time..."

"No wonder the hand is like this. If you are unfamiliar, tomorrow I will find someone to buy you a few calligraphy books from China, hello, according to the description above, there will be no progress in writing like this. ”

Ouyang Ze did not suspect my lies, but continued to speak according to my words. The hands that held me tightly were also gently twisting, and the fine flesh on the fingertips was also brushing the back of my hands.

I'm the best at telling lies or something, and I don't feel guilty when I lie to people. But now, when I saw Ouyang Ze being deceived so stupidly, and taking the initiative to jump into the pit I dug, I felt very guilty.

Hugging is probably the only thing I can do for him now. Although a hug would not erase the imprint of the lie I had told him, it would make him feel my heart beat and understand that I was a "white lie."

"Thank you... Thank you..."

It was only when I got close enough to smell the special aroma of his body, the scent of shower gel and sweat and hormones. This smell is so appealing to me that my heart sinks for him.

"This is too raw, I am your husband, and I should think about you."

I was like a child, held in his arms. His arms didn't use much force, just gently wrapped around me, like the closed wings of an angel, so that I was protected by his most intimate care...

He was so kind to me that I didn't know how to describe it in words, because all the words pale in the face of what he did. His love for me is the most poisonous medicine in the world, which can make me forget the pain he once caused me, forget the past, and leave only good memories.

But what I love most is his rare understanding. Because it was his understanding that gave me a reason to lie, a space to fly...