Just as the butterfly sprang up from the bed and was about to jump out of the bed, the diving bird sat up in response. The butterfly didn't have time to jump out of bed, saying that it was too late, it was fast, he had already stopped his waist and hugged the butterfly, and pressed back to the bed.

And used her body to clasp her writhing body.

Both of them used full strength, and at the time of the competition, each other was already out of breath.

The diving bird glared at the butterfly and said intermittently: What are you doing?

The butterfly also stared at him, the room was already dark, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, just a rough outline of a black and swarthy face, and said fiercely: I still want to ask you, what are you doing?

The diving bird sighed and said, "Can't you just lie down with me?" What are we like this? Melee? Do you like that?

The butterfly was held down by him, unable to move, and couldn't catch it for a while, so he simply lay on his back with his face to the sky and gasped for a while before saying: Let go of me to speak.

The diving bird grabbed the butterfly with both hands and legs, shook his head and said, "Don't let it go, you will jump up again."

The butterfly felt his chest pressed by him, very stuffy, and said: It has pressed my chest.

When the diving bird heard this, he immediately relaxed a little and asked with concern: Is this better?

The butterfly said: Let go of me.

The diving bird looked at the butterfly in the dark for a long time, and then said: Don't let go. I didn't expect you to like hand-to-hand combat these days, it's really a heavy taste.

The butterfly wanted to slap him in the mouth, but he couldn't spare his hand, and when he felt that he wanted to kiss himself, he turned his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Really don't make a fuss, I want to go back to sleep.

The diving bird said seriously: I also want to sleep well, it was you who suddenly jumped up. It would have been good—

The butterfly gritted her teeth and said, "What's good, what did you do just now?"

The diving bird continued to want to kiss her, but only on the head, smiled and said, "Didn't you do anything?" What do you think I've done? Did you enjoy it yourself? Don't pretend I don't know. Don't you like it?

The butterfly blushed, but fortunately, in the dark, he couldn't see it, and said shyly: Don't talk nonsense. Let me go. Who says I like it anymore?

The diving bird suddenly whispered in her ear very ambiguously: Don't let it go, just don't let it go, lie down in the quilt with me obediently, okay? I know you're duplicitous, haven't you always been? Okay, I know you're actually-

He suddenly lowered his voice and said something next to the butterfly, and the butterfly's face was red to the base of his neck. She spat him and said, "How did you become so unserious?"

The diving bird seemed to be a little puzzled and said: serious? are all old husbands and wives, what are you serious? Besides, I'm just being rude to you. When it comes to serious questions, don't you actually have responsibility?

The butterfly said: What is my responsibility? Are you not serious and rely on me?

The diving bird smiled and said, "You're right." How can I be a person who is not serious? Is that right? You said you left me overnight, and you put me here in a serious way, but in fact, I know you want to do the same.

He paused, suddenly became very gentle, and said sweetly: Okay, really don't be tough, you will catch a cold. Let's lie down for a while, I promise not to bother you, I actually just want to sleep with you in my arms, if you hadn't woken up just now, in fact, I would have fallen asleep. I didn't lie to you, did I?

The butterfly thought the same, so she said, "I'll go back to my room and sleep."

The diving bird said: Why are you so insistent? For what, exactly? I really don't understand. I thought you actually wanted to be close to me, and I had been working hard, but it really came to this point, and you wanted to push me away, what do you want? If you really don't want to be with me, why didn't you refuse me in the first place? Your attitude makes me think that you have always, always thought about me. I think as long as I do well enough, work hard enough, you'll come back to me, and we can be together again, but you, why are you? You're making me feel like this, really unbearable—

When he said this, the butterfly's whole body shook. These words undoubtedly pierced the heart of the butterfly.

He may have been emotional for a while, and said this thing that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and after he finished speaking, he himself felt a little sad, paused for a moment, and suddenly sighed faintly, and said: I have always felt that we have known each other for so many years, and we should know you very well. But sometimes I suddenly realize that I don't know you at all. You're a bit unpredictable, I don't know what the hell you think? I don't know why you're insisting? Is it because of that painter?

The butterfly was cold all over.

After the diving bird finished speaking, he was a little depressed, he rolled over and lay to the side, and the butterfly lay on his back with his face to the sky, looking at the ceiling in the darkness. She suddenly wanted to ask herself: What am I doing here?

Biting her lip, she sat up and got out of bed, not wanting to say anything, ready to go back to her room.

In the dark, I only heard the diving bird say coldly: don't go yet, go get dressed, I still have something to say to you.

The butterfly stood there and thought for a moment, then said, "Okay." Put on your clothes, too.

He replied in a low voice: I'll wait for you.

This sentence "I'm waiting for you" is said in a low voice, affectionate, and lonely. After so many years of relationship, the process they have been going through is that you wait for me, I wait for you. Looking forward to meeting and reuniting, worrying that the wait will be in vain.

A thousand words, this sentence I am waiting for you, all inclusive.

It's just that at the beginning, neither of them was willing to say "I've been waiting for you". Now that it's so easy to say it, it sounds like a different taste.

Butterflies listen to their ears, but they are indescribably sad.

She endured it, feeling a little churning in her internal organs.

Yes, for butterflies, today's rejection is outright. She finally chose to persist between persistence and release.

It's not that she doesn't want to, and it's not that she doesn't feel moved by the affectionate kiss of the diving bird, but she knows that she is really willful now.

At the beginning, she could be willful, she could have no scruples, she could enjoy the joy of love spontaneously, she could enjoy the fish and water, and she could fully bear the responsibilities in the future. But now she really won't be allowed to do that anymore.

Yes, she could enjoy the pleasure as she pleased, but then she would have to make a more difficult choice. She no longer coveted the pleasure of the moment and put herself back in a situation from which there was no return.

Indeed, Zhuang Yousheng's existence is an insurmountable hurdle in her heart.

It's also about the fidelity and betrayal of the nature of marriage.

Between the two, it's just a thought. She wasn't married before, but now she is, and she doesn't want to betray.

There are more problems: Butterfly understands what it will be like if she chooses to live with him. And she knows very well what kind of life situation she will face, there is no need to guess, there are no assumptions and suspense, it has long been a reality.

So, are you still willing to accept such a situation? Is that kind of life what you want?

If he accepted, it was obviously a denial of his decision to come out of his life in the first place. Was the decision a mistake? If not, then you are ready to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Repeating the mistakes of the past is undoubtedly full of mockery and ridicule, even some absurdity.

Because right now, they're all going through too many different experiences before. The affection for diving birds is not so pure. In the end, she can't forget everything that happened.

Just now, the butterfly almost couldn't control herself, and was ready to devote herself to the love with the diving bird, but these thoughts suddenly flashed through her fiery mind, and she suddenly palpitated.

All the moments when love burns are blindly followed.

The end of blind obedience comes at a price.