In the huge space, there is only the sound of pure water, and the cool water washes over the hands, and after soaking for a long time, it is actually a little soaked to the bone.

Yu's eyes slowly fell on the mirror, and the black lace underwear in the mirror was particularly dazzling, incompatible with the white around him.

I don't know how long I stood stupidly, but Yu slowly finally came back to her senses, she pressed the faucet, and the sound of water stopped abruptly.

She turned around and walked slowly into the bathroom, stopped in front of the towel rail, and stared at her underwear intently.

Black lace, deep V gathered, sexy and charming.

Just by looking at the cups, you know it's not hers.

Yu's brain, which had been blank for a long time, suddenly exploded, full of suspicion, but at the same time, it seemed to have decided something.

A big man's home suddenly drilled out a woman's underwear, and this underwear is not his girlfriend's, which means anything, everyone can think of it.

She was very confused, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't move half a step, and even the air seemed to be thinning.

But the picture of Wen Zhiyu sleeping with other women, she couldn't think of it.

It should be said that the word betrayal has nothing to do with Wen Zhiyu.

It's a strange feeling.

She closed her eyes, raised her head and took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down, still comforting herself, waiting for Wen Zhiyu to come back and ask him well.

If he really had someone, she would have recognized it.

Even now, imagining in her mind the image of him confessing, she wondered how she would respond if he did.

Fulfillment of freedom and ease? Or conniving forgiveness?

She didn't know, she really didn't.

The most ridiculous thing is that she subconsciously blamed herself, as the saying goes, she can't look down on men, and she blames men for stealing fish?

She walked out of the bathroom in a daze, and fell into the sofa weakly, her bright and clear eyes were only hollow, and the room fell into a long silence, and even the sound of breathing was almost inaudible.

At this moment, the sound of entering a code came from the door.

The gray mist in front of her eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, her eyes cleared, and she stood up with some excitement.

As soon as I took half a step, I saw the person who walked in, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, frozen in place.

Fang Yue obviously didn't expect that someone was at home, just like Yu's slow reaction, and the two looked at each other.

When they looked at each other silently, wisps of gunpowder smoke had already been born silently.

Fang Yue was the first to react, she calmly evoked a smile, and explained a little awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to get something." ”

Yu slowly didn't speak, his face was ugly.

She wanted to be calm, at least so that she wouldn't lose too badly, but she found that her Taoism was really too shallow, and she couldn't do it at all.

Fang Yue walked towards the bathroom by himself, and explained as he walked: "My house is opposite, I just moved here, the bathroom at home is not usable, I came here last night to borrow his bathroom, and suddenly remembered that something was left behind, so I came to get it, don't think about it." ”

Don't get me wrong with the left sentence, don't think about the right sentence, even if you explain it, it seems very deliberate.

Yu slowly remained silent, hanging his head, his lips were bitten a little white, and Fang Yue walked into the bathroom out of the corner of his eyes, and then took the underwear, and deliberately hid it behind him, for fear that she would see it.

The door is gently knocked shut, and the smart lock automatically locks.

At that moment, Yu slowly seemed to be slung out of his spine in an instant, lost his strength, and fell into the sofa.

It turned out that the woman was Fang Yue.

If you want to ask, what is more unacceptable to her than Wen Zhi's derailment?

That is, Wen Zhiyu's cheating object is Fang Yue, his ex-girlfriend.

If it was another woman, she wouldn't have been so panicked and had such a sense of crisis.

It is usually said that men are animals that think in the lower body, and it is normal to find a random woman to solve them for physiological needs.

But if you get involved with your ex-girlfriend, it's not just about solving your physical needs.

Yu slowly wanted to make himself sensible.

Okay, Fang Yue said she was just here to take a shower.

So how did she know the password at home?

The freedom to come and go is like going in and out of your own home.

She didn't believe it, Wen Zhiyu and Fang Yue had nothing to do, and the United States was so big, where did Fang Yue live? Why do you want to live here? Or just across the street?

Yu slowly rose and fell violently, and even his breathing became disordered, except for anger and panic.

The whole person curled up on the sofa, trembling slightly.

As the minutes passed, she just lay there in a daze.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of dusk reflects through the floor-to-ceiling windows, swaying across the floor, and the whole room is warmed by orange light.

Her shadow was reflected on the back of the sofa, her thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and her delicate facial lines were tightly tensed.

The fiery red sunset gradually sank and disappeared into the horizon, and the red-hot sky was filled with clouds of colorful clouds, from dark orange to light orange, and then to gradually darkening purple, like a dreamlike beauty, slowly but without time to appreciate, and spent every minute and every second.

After all, she couldn't bear it, so she got up, went to the kitchen, and absentmindedly made dinner.

Until, when the sky was completely dark, and the hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, there was movement at the door again.

Yu turned his head slowly, just in time to meet his tired eyes, his heart seemed to have been hit by something, not a taste.

She was the first to retract her gaze and bring the dish to the table.

Wen Zhiyu seemed to be so tired that he didn't even bother to say a word.

During the meal, both of them remained silent with tacit understanding, and the atmosphere was slightly weird.

Yu slowly felt heavy and complicated, and the questioning words swirled around his mouth, and finally swallowed into his stomach with the chewed food, always lacking a little courage.

Chewing mechanically, eating without knowing the taste, full of heart.

"What's wrong with the hand?"

His hoarse voice broke the silence.

The eyes stared at her left index finger for a moment, there was a long opening, and the blood stains in the wound had dried up, and it seemed that it had only been injured for a short time.

Yu slowly looked up at him a little dazedly, and then looked at his fingers with his gaze, subconsciously shrunk, pinched the chopsticks harder, and said softly: "It's nothing, I accidentally scratched it when cutting vegetables." ”

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyu wrung his eyebrows, didn't say anything, put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Slowly, he turned back and had a medical kit in his hand.

Pulled over the chair and sat in front of her, grabbed her hand, and looked carefully at her wound, which was not deep.

Open the medicine box, dip a cotton swab in some saline, and gently apply it to the wound.

There was a tingling sensation, and Yu slowly curled up his fingers subconsciously, and was immediately pinched by Wen Zhiyu.

His eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled, and he lifted his eyelids and glanced at her while cleaning the wound, and his tone was not very good: "You can get distracted when you cut vegetables, what are you thinking about?" ”

Yu slowly bit his lower lip, did not speak, and secretly observed him.

Between the deep eyebrows, the eyes are focused and focused, and although the frowning brows look a little fierce, they are full of concern.

It was this kind of real concern that moved Yu Slowly in an instant, and he was still hesitant to ask him, but now he swallowed it all and didn't want to mention it again.

At the beginning, she was still struggling with what she would choose.

Free and easy fulfillment, indulgent forgiveness.

At this moment, she made a choice between the two, the latter.

She chose not to know anything, to see nothing.

Her dream has always been his, and it was hard to get it, how could she let it go?

She admits that this is very sloppy and very bad.

But what to do? She has never been strong in front of Wen Zhiyu, and she wants to be with him.

Wen Zhi didn't speak when he met her, his eyes were weird, and he thought that his tone was bad just now, and he was fierce to her.

He tightened his frowns, touched her little head softly, cleared his throat, and comforted her in a moist voice: "Be careful next time." ”

"Hmm." Yu slowly nodded in a muffled voice.

After eating, he put the dishes in the dishwasher and slowly went upstairs.

Lying on the bed, my mind wandering.

It wasn't until a hot body was pasted behind her that she came back to her senses, and she struggled with some resistance, but she was really not in the mood.

But his arms were directly domineering in front of her breasts, and dense kisses fell on the back of her neck, collarbones, and shoulders.

Even if he didn't want to, the body's physiological reaction had already taken the lead in disarming and surrendering, and he was defeated.

Both of them breathed disorderedly and rapidly, intertwined, dense and beautiful.

He flipped her over, facing him, adjusted his posture, and stiffened.

In fact, it didn't hurt at all, but Yu slowly cried suddenly.

She arched her body, hugged him, and cried heartbreakingly.

This frightened Wen Zhiyu, she didn't dare to move, stroked her hair, her voice was hoarse to the extreme, and asked patiently, "What's wrong?" ”

Yu slowly cried out of breath, tears fell down like broken threads, and she choked for a while: ".... Hurt. ”

Wen Zhiyu leaned down, kissed her cheeks and eyes, and kissed away her tears, "I'll be lighter." ”

Yu twitched slowly, bit his mouth, and nodded weakly.

His movements were really gentle, not as impatient as usual.

Yu's slow cry broke up, gradually mixed with some intermittent **.

At the end of the day, she suddenly remembered something, grabbed his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice: "I want to change the lock of the door to the code...."

Wen Zhiyu didn't think about it, and agreed very happily: "Okay." ”

Yu slowly grabbed his shoulders with more and more force, and the sharp nails were deeply embedded in his skin, "Don't you ask me why?" ”

His mind was obviously not on her words, and he casually said, "Huh? Then he followed her words and asked, "Why?" ”

Yu was slowly silent for a while, turned his head, and said casually without emotion: "I'm afraid that others will come into the house." ”

Wen Zhiyu didn't care, but chuckled, which fell in her ears, and she couldn't hear half of the distraction, but her heart was cold.

"Don't worry, no one else can come in except you."