The air in the bathroom is mixed with the sweet smell of shower gel.

Ye Hehuan's eyes were still staring at the scar on Yu Zhongxiao's chest, even if it was an old injury, it was still very hideous to look at.

Hearing Yu Zhongxiao say that she was injured while on a mission, she subconsciously thought of a gun, and only the wound caused by a gun would leave such an obvious scar......

Near the heart, it is an extremely lethal location, and the situation must be very critical at that time.

Ye Hehuan's slender fingers on the edge of the bathtub were slightly bent, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

With Yu Zhongxiao's position in the army today, no matter how dangerous the task is, he doesn't need to charge into battle, he just needs to give advice, and there are few tasks that he can personally perform.

Ye Hehuan thought of six years ago—chin—

Her eyes went down slightly, her eyelashes trembled with a few small droplets, and her eyes stayed on Yu Zhongxiao's eight-pack abs, Yu Zhongxiao couldn't be called thin, but when he squatted down, his lower abdomen was sunk in, and there was no excess fat.

Different from the muscles deliberately trained by fitness coaches, Yu Zhongxiao's figure, including the mermaid line, has a unique beauty.

It's natural, but it makes you feel empowered.

Perhaps it is this body that can wear camouflage uniforms and military uniforms so charmingly......

Yu Zhongxiao's upper body also has large and small scars in other places, deep or light, these Ye Hehuan have seen before.

Her gaze returned to the scar on Yu Zhongxiao's left chest, and she couldn't take her eyes off for a while.

"Scaring you?" Yu Zhongxiao spoke lowly, and his tone was very gentle.

“……”

Ye Hehuan raised her head when she heard this, she looked at him, and wanted to ask him if he had a gunshot wound when he was in Yunnan, and was just about to open his mouth, when his stomach suddenly gurgled.

No matter how thick-skinned she is, she will inevitably be embarrassed, and her fair cheeks will flush.

Yu Zhongxiao asked her, "Didn't eat at night?" ”

Ye Hehuan saw that shallow crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and such fine lines gave him another mature and introverted charm, which was an experience left after years of tempering. And then she also realized - he was no longer young. Standing at thirty, he has passed most of it.

This realization made her chest tighten.

Yu Zhongxiao took the unkempt hair to rinse off the foam on Ye Hehuan's body, took the bath towel to wrap her, and carried her back to the living room.

Putting her on the couch, he went to find a hair dryer to blow her wet hair.

Ye Hehuan was a little tired, now she was like an obedient rabbit, at the mercy of Yu Zhongxiao, and there was no outlet to hurt anyone, Yu Zhongxiao dried her wet hair, he went to take a simple shower, and when he came out again, he had already changed his clothes, he took the key on the dining table and was ready to go out to buy food.

After putting on her shoes at the entrance, Yu Zhongxiao turned back and instructed her: "If you are sleepy, go back to your room and sleep, I have already changed the sheets." ”

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

He didn't seem to be at all worried that she would take advantage of the opportunity to slip away.

Ye Hehuan looked at Yu Zhongxiao's departing back and did not open his mouth to stay.

The security door slammed shut.

Before Yu Zhongxiao left, he turned on the TV, and the midnight theater broadcast an ethical drama imported from abroad.

Ye Hehuan looked at the network set-top box, and looked down at the bath towels on her body, including the slippers she wore when she entered the house, which she did not prepare six years ago.

The house wasn't inhabited by people, but she could see that someone was always cleaning it.

I remembered what Sister-in-law Tang told her again-

In recent years, Yu Zhongxiao often went to Han's house to visit his grandfather.

Ye Hehuan hugged her knees, a little distracted, she couldn't describe her current mood, it was not sad, but it was definitely not happy, the whole person seemed to be stuck in the misty jungle, and she was at a loss to find a way out.

Yu Zhongxiao's affectionate eyes and gentle movements are like iron imprints on her heart, which cannot be erased or erased.

Overnight, it seemed like it was really back to when they hadn't been separated.

Ye Hehuan's eyes looked at the TV, it was a Korean TV series.

A young woman came out of the supermarket and met a middle-aged woman, who was her ex-mother-in-law, and immediately called the other party 'Mom' respectfully, only to receive a cold look from the other party. The story is actually very simple, the daughter-in-law can't have children and is abandoned by her husband, who is very obedient to her mother-in-law.

In the picture, the ex-mother-in-law coldly questioned the woman, warned her not to pester her son, and did not forget to show off that her son's newly found girlfriend was pregnant and would soon get married, and finally walked away proudly with her bag like a winning hen.

At the end of an episode of TV, a five- or six-minute commercial plugged in/in.

Ye Hehuan looked at herself reflected on the TV screen, and the middle-aged woman's words were still in her ear-

"Women are born with the function of inheritance, and not being able to give birth is a sin in itself."

After sitting for a while, Ye Hehuan moved his two white thin legs off the sofa, and then went to the bedroom barefoot.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom were open to let in the wind, the white sheets had been replaced with dark blue, and the mess on the floor had been picked up and neatly placed on the bedside table.

Ye Hehuan walked in, she sat down on the edge of the bed and took her mobile phone.

In addition to the two missed calls, there was also a text message sent by Ye Zhimin, only a word of uneasy concern.

🔥 [The phone is silent? If you get home, send a text message back to your sister-in-law. 】

Ye Hehuan looked at this text message, he couldn't press his fingers, what would happen if his sister-in-law knew that she was with Yu Zhongxiao again?

If they are together again, what will the people around them think of Yu Zhongxiao?

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart-

Do you really want to see him ruined? Ye Hehuan......

——

Yu Zhongxiao twisted the key, pushed open the door of the apartment, and the first thing that caught his eye was Ye Hehuan, who was sitting cross-legged watching TV.

She leaned on the sofa, her snow-white and smooth lotus arms propped up on the back of the sofa, her fingers shuttled between her long hair again and again, and she held the remote control in her right hand, and changed the channel when she was bored.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Hehuan looked towards the entrance.

Yu Zhongxiao had already put on his slippers, and he was carrying a shopping bag from a convenience store in his hand, "Come and eat something." ”

Ye Hehuan put down the remote control, without twisting and pinching, she got up and walked over.

At this point in time, food stalls and the like have long been closed, and the convenience stores sell fast food, Yu Zhongxiao put the bag on the dining table, he went into the kitchen to re-boil the water, and found that the electric kettle was still hot, and Ye Hehuan's voice was already heard behind him: "The water has been boiling for a while, you press it again." ”

Yu Zhongxiao turned his head and only saw Ye Hehuan walking away.

Retracting his gaze, he turned to look at the pot of water, the corners of his mouth pursed into a smile, very shallow, but enough to dilute the backlog of bad feelings.

……

Yu Zhongxiao didn't buy instant noodles, he bought two bowls of instant porridge and some snacks that little girls like.

Ye Hehuan took the posture of the eldest lady, sat at the table and crossed Erlang's legs, like a second ancestor who didn't do anything, and when the soaked porridge was delivered to her, she picked up the spoon and ate it slowly.

After eating, she didn't clean up, dropped the spoon and went back to her room to sleep.

Lying on his side on the bed, Ye Hehuan didn't fall asleep, and it didn't take long for the door to open and someone came in.

She closed her eyes.

The half of the bed behind him sank, Ye Hehuan maintained his original posture and did not move, and then was hugged into a solid and warm embrace.

Ye Hehuan's back was close to Yu Zhongxiao's chest, she slowly opened her eyes, staring at the snow-white wall, for a long time, she suddenly turned over, face to face with Yu Zhongxiao, the tip of her nose touched his chest, smelling the healthy smell of the man on his body, mixed with the faint fragrance of shower gel.

Yu Zhongxiao was also still awake, and when he saw her moving, he lowered his head and asked, "Uncomfortable?" ”

After a while, Ye Hehuan's soft voice sounded in the quiet bedroom: "You go back to Fengcheng tomorrow, and in the future, don't come to the Han family again." ”

Yu Zhongxiao didn't answer, but the arm resting on her waist tightened.

When the sky began to lighten, they lingered on the bed again, forgetting who had started first, just like leeches clinging together.

After six years of pleasure, Ye Hehuan couldn't help but want to sink, she told herself that just this night, when it was dawn, she would not have any entanglement with him.

Yu Zhongxiao seemed to be stimulated by the words she said in the dark, under the thin quilt, he moved on her, every time he hit the depths of her soul, his angular face, sweaty, Ye Hehuan let go of himself and moaned loudly, his fingers scratched red marks on Yu Zhongxiao's back.

This kind of sex seems to be resting until death.

It wasn't until the first rays of sunlight shone through the gauze curtain that the violently trembling double bed gradually calmed down.

Yu Zhongxiao lay on Ye Hehuanxiang's sweaty body, holding the pillow under her head with his big hand, the green tendons on the back of his hand protruded, he panted heavily, and slowly buried his head in Ye Hehuan's hair.

Ye Hehuan hugged his neck, his fingers inserted into the short hair, but his vision looking at the ceiling became more and more blurred.