"Xiaofeng ......"

His voice was terrifyingly low, and with that kind of magnetism that she was extremely familiar with, countless times, when he was "emperor", he liked to call her so, one by one, shuddering.

Her whole body was hot, like a high fever of love.

Obviously, he should have dodged quickly, but his legs were limp and he didn't have any strength, so he just sat in place and let him rub his arms.

His eyes had darkened, a dangerous flame, so intense that even her reflection was drowned in that flame.

"Xiaofeng ......"

His voice was so hard that it seemed that he could no longer endure such suffering. He is a married man who has ever experienced the sweetest harmony with his wife, but how long has it been? One year, two years, or three years? How long has it been since the couple had been intimate? How long have you endured it?

At this moment, he completely lost his mind, completely forgot the fact that the two had divorced, and subconsciously, he felt that everything was so legitimate and natural-

Between husband and wife, isn't that kind of intimacy a matter of course?

Otherwise, why do humans have to multiply and exist forever?

Otherwise, why is love desirable?

It was as if he had returned to the best time when the two were together, and the passion was completely detonated, and he reached out and hugged her almost without thinking.

However, Feng Feng was completely sober.

Ms. Yang's face, Li Huan's face...... Between the two, what separates them is no longer pure, simple, you and me, but thousands of miles of trenches...... Emotionally, spiritually, in public opinion and morality, and in human ethics, there can no longer be any deviation.

Don't have any ambiguous intimacy.

If she had known that there would be such a scene, she would never have stepped into this room with him.

Otherwise, it is a shameful betrayal.

She pushed him away, turned and walked away.

Ye Jia immediately realized what was happening, and his eyes immediately dimmed.

She was about to reach the door, and he knew to catch up with the ointment.

The two hurriedly went out, and Feng Feng was about to stop the kind of tricycle running on campus to go out to take a taxi, but was caught by Ye Jia and said in a low voice: "I'll send you back." ”

She couldn't break free, so she had to let him get into the car.

The awkward atmosphere flowed between the two, but it was inextricably entangled, as if lingering, as if sad, the two hands were close at hand, but they could no longer be co-opted.

Feng Feng was at a loss and went to play music. Many times, she sat in Ye Jia's car, sitting next to him, rightly and at ease, because she was his lover, and this position was exclusive to her. She knew everything about the car and knew whether the tissues were in front or behind.

Now, it's a bit of a scramble.

The record hasn't changed, it's still the same old tune:

Don't say that love is your name and surname

You don't want to mention it except for feelings

A broken heart can't fill the love affair that I was intoxicated with yesterday

So I will forget your back

……

Feng Feifei's old song, the song "Walk in Style", is the dish she chose, and she put it in the car not long after she met Ye Jia. How many years? It hasn't changed, it's still this familiar old song.

Songs like the old, what about people?

Why do people like the new and hate the old?

Has he changed, or has Ye Jia changed?

She didn't know, but a very firm voice in her heart warned herself early in the morning: Feng Feng, don't turn back!! After all the hard work, why do you have to break the thread? No, no.