She slowly stood up and rubbed her eyes: "Li Huan, I'm going to sleep, I've been so sleepy these days." ”

"Well, I'm going to rest too, and I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning. It's a big night's sleep today. ”

The two went back to their rooms to rest, Feng Feng closed the door, and tears fell.

In a trance, I desperately saw the soft waves of the imaginary Kang River, lonely and lonely, and from then on, at the ends of the earth, only with a shuttle of exotic grass as a companion.

I slept in a daze until midnight, when I suddenly heard a fierce shout.

Feng Feng stood up in horror, but he could hear the angry shouting intermittently, but it was clearly coming from Li Huan's room. According to the usual practice, Li Huan did not close the door of the room, saying that Feng Feng was welcome to enter the "visit" at any time, she ran to the door, but listened to it for a while:

Old ghost Ye Pei, I must kill you!

Ye Jia, you are really not a thing

…………

She stopped, leaned quietly against the wall in the doorway, and did not enter.

Li Huan was talking in his dreams, he was roaring angrily in his dreams, it was obvious that those unbearable pictures had brought him what kind of shock and pain.

Even though it was dark and no one could see her, there was a hot, intense feeling of shame on her face—the kind of shame that women naturally hide in their hearts. Even though I didn't see it, I didn't even dare to imagine it—

What could be more pathetic than having one's husband "appreciate" himself and another man, a woman?

After a while, those whispers had completely disappeared, and only the sound of Li Huan's breathing remained. He doesn't snore when he's asleep, but when he's asleep, his breathing is always heavier than when he's awake.

She moved slowly, her legs filled with lead.

If you don't have those photos and pictures, it's okay, and human imagination is not as exciting as seeing it with your own eyes.

This is the demon that can't be crossed between himself and Li Huan, and he can't cross it anymore.

It was a moat, a moat of thousands of years of cultural background and moral opinion.

She returned to her room, stood by the window and looked angrily at the moonlight in the sky, cold, lonely, because others harmed, she had to bear it, right?

However, she secretly rejoiced: fortunately, Li Huan is not her husband - perhaps, she will never be her husband again for the rest of her life.

In this way, maybe the best ending for the two of them.

The next morning, Li Huan got up early, he pushed the door in as usual, and gently kissed her on the forehead: "Feng, I'm going to work......"

She hummed slightly and pretended to be asleep. I also began to feel afraid of even a little intimacy in my heart - who knows if Li Huan would think of those unbearable pictures when he kissed himself?

Moreover, it was the mouth that he used to kiss.

The distance from the forehead to the lips is only a few centimeters, and the difference in the degree of intimacy between them, who says that it is not a thousand mountains and rivers?

At this moment, she heard the phone ringing, and it was the tutor calling: "Feng Feng, have you made up your mind?" Last night I got a message that the number of places to go this time was suddenly reduced, and you are the only one I tried to stay, and you can't live up to my kindness. And next year, there will be an international conference on sinology, and many sinology experts will attend, and you will also be part of the audit if you go. Let me remind you once again that this is a very rare opportunity. If you miss it, I'm afraid you'll regret it. ”

This time, Feng Feng did not hesitate at all, and was categorical: "Don't worry, I will definitely go!" ”