The night wind blows on the body, and it is cold.

Ye Jia parked the car at the door, stepped on the fine moonlight and took the key to open the door.

The courtyard is hidden in the bamboo forest, the tall French plane trees, and the clumps of plantains seem to be about to wither. The scenery of the night rain hitting the plantain is gone, and all the romance is over.

Like a scholar waiting for the west chamber of the moon, Ye Jia sat down on the cold stone chair in the garden, and looked at his "new house" coldly, he had not come back for a long time, and he had forgotten that this was the "new house" he had prepared.

Brick by brick, furniture design ...... He did it all personally.

Without him, just to create a warm little home.

Because, he once got everything he wanted from her - endless gentleness, obedience, service: as an otaku and scholar, no matter when you come home, even if it is three watches in the middle of the night, even if you go on a business trip for a long time, as long as you come back, she always waits in the living room, even if her eyes are hazy, she never complains, but willingly goes to do coffee, supper, and gentle massage immediately...... After a year of married life, his biggest experience from her is the personal portrayal of the word "good wife".

No other woman can do it.

Not to mention Yang Yuru, a rich woman Yang, definitely doesn't have the patience to serve men like this.

All she wanted was his obedience and submission.

However, all this is now completely gone.

No matter how late you come home, no matter how tired you are, it's a cold pot and a cold stove.

The world of two people, no one disturbs, the full moon is spent, and the two are happy. But all of this is just a fantasy.

"Don't you love me today?"

"I don't love you much today."

"Really? Is it a lot less? Is there a 1%? ”

"No, not so much."

"That's a fraction of a percent?"

"Hee-hee, about 99 percent. No, maybe more than 99. 9%。 Hehe, how much are you to me? ”

"I've reduced even more, I love you only 300%......"

“……”

This is an adaptation of a dialogue in British writer Allen's "The Love I Talked About", one time, the two read this book together, and later, Feng Feng liked this game very much, and the two occasionally had a small dispute, and after reconciliation, there was always such a game. It's just that the heroine in the middle fell in love with someone else, and when the male protagonist asked her like this again, she refused to answer.

He picked up the phone and dialed her number in the moonlight.

That's instinctual behavior, completely out of the control of the intellect.

The phone rang, and her voice was confused: "Who ......?"

"Xiaofeng, don't you love me today?"

“……”

He continued to ask, his voice so anxious: "Xiaofeng, don't you love me today?" ”

Feng Feng came to her senses slightly, so familiar with the dialogue, but as if she had heard some of the funniest jokes, she whispered into the phone: "Ye Jia, you bastard!" ”

Then, she hung up.

When Ye Jia dialed again, he could only hear the voice on the other side, "The phone you dialed has been turned off." ”

He laughed, Xiaofeng, she really refused to answer this question anymore. No more answers.

He didn't know why he was asking, he was completely uncontrollable, and for the first time in his life, he suddenly wanted to have no scruples and indulge completely.

The sky is getting darker, maybe it's the time before dawn, right? Soon it will be another day, he thought.