Wang Qiu didn't say anything, and looked him up and down.

The white shirt was slightly messy, the collar buttoned at the front of the neck was open three times, the skin on the chest was looming, and the bare feet should have taken off their shoes when they entered the door.

His face, from Wang Qiu's point of view, has an angular arc in his jaw, a pair of phoenix eyes staring at him like a wolf with his eyes lowered, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised as if he is not smiling.

It's long, and it's extraordinary.

Wang Qiu rubbed his lips with his hand, gave him a blank look, and then looked at him vigilantly.

He was amused by Wang Qiu's movements: "Okay, let's continue." ”

Wang Qiu subconsciously took a step back: "Continue what." ”

"Continuing what didn't continue last night." As he spoke, he showed a harmless smile, stepped forward in two steps, picked up Wang Qiu's waist and walked to the side of the bed in a few steps, and put her down on the bed.

Wang Qiu wanted to say something, but his lips pressed down again.

The kiss is very long, soft and soft.

Wang Qiu unconsciously did not refuse, she had never felt like this, as if an electric current rushed from her lower abdomen to the top of her head, making her directly stupid.

Otherwise, why does the brain want to refuse, but the body honestly cooperates.

After the kiss, the man continued to kiss her down on the neck.

At this time, Wang Qiu was like a fish on the board, lying on the bed in a daze and letting him slaughter it without refuting it.

"It's so soft." He couldn't help but say.

Wang Qiu wanted to push him away, but his body had softened into a puddle of water, and it seemed that he wanted to refuse and welcome, which made him even more reckless.

Wang Qiu remembered the scene of seeing Meng Hao and the woman at the door the night before yesterday, and then looked at the person pressing on him in front of him, his mouth was dry.

She is like a marionette, dominated, tossed and turned.

After that, the man got up and gentlemanly wiped her with a tissue, then got up to take a shower.

Wang Qiu looked at his back and immediately blushed again.

She got into the quilt and shouted inwardly, what are you doing! Do!

But in my heart, I reminisced about the scene just now.

After the man came out, Wang Qiu rushed into the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

The man wiped his hair, turned around and stood at the door, and turned to look at her: "My name is Zhou Qianliu." ”

Wang Qiu wanted to say to him, please leave, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only turn his back to him and continue to take a shower.

Wang Qiu took a shower and got dressed, picked up his bag and walked to the door, looking at Zhou Qianliu in the kitchen as if he was cooking.

Zhou Qianliu heard the voice and came out to look at her: "I cooked, let's eat it and leave." ”

"Nope." Wang Qiu politely refused, and then turned around and left without hesitation.

When Wang Qiu arrived at home, he sat on the bay window of the bedroom, the window was open, and the wind blew in in bursts, with a hint of coolness.

There were already three or five cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, and Wang Qiu was thinking about what had happened in the past two days.

I thought that I would be decadent for a while after the divorce, but when I returned home, I found that there was nothing to be sad about.

Why is that?

Probably because he was used to living alone, probably because Qin Chupei had never really appeared in his own world, probably because when he wanted to be sad in his mind, he couldn't collect too much intersection between the two, so he couldn't continue to grieve.

In short, Wang Qiu was still a little faintly lost.

Thinking that the man will no longer be his legal husband in the future, and thinking that he has liked it for so many years and ended so inexplicably, it is not a feeling in my heart.