apartment.

Ai Zhiyin woke up in a daze, feeling her neck itchy and her body was also cold. She tried hard to open her eyes and saw the man in front of her.

"What are you doing?" She pushed him away and quickly pulled the two robes together.

Han Ji knelt in front of her, half straightened her body, and said with a smile: "I miss you again."

He was not wearing clothes on his upper body, but his lower body was light-colored sweatpants.

Ai Zhiyin sat up, pushed him, bent his knees, trying to pull out his legs from his crotch.

But the hem of the bathrobe was pressed under his knees and could not be pulled out.

When Han Ji saw it, he didn't see it, and asked with a smile: "Are you finally awake?"

Ai Zhiyin glared at him, "What time is it now?"

Han Ji: "It's past ten o'clock."

It has been half a day since I came out at noon.

Ai Zhiyin looked around and her head felt a slight pain, "Where is my clothes?"

Han Ji: "I took it off, no one here can help you."

Ai Zhiyin glared at him: "I asked where my clothes went."

Han Ji: "I washed it, but it hasn't been done yet."

The faint fragrance in the bathrobe came, which was the smell of shower gel.

Ai Zhiyin frowned: "Have you helped me take a shower?"

"What about that?" Han Ji raised one leg and turned over and got out of bed. "I have washed your hair for you and dried it for you. By the way, I have also brushed your teeth for you."

“…”

Han Ji looked at her frightened and panicked expression, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "No one has ever been here, it's absolutely clean. You shouldn't cry anymore, right?"

Of course Ai Zhiyin knew that he was talking about the small villa at that time. She felt that it was unclean and did not want to be defiled there, so she cried.

Han Ji bent down and gently kissed Ai Zhiyin's cheek.

Ai Zhiyin suddenly felt scared and dodged, "What are you doing?"

"You are my wife, it's not an exaggeration to kiss you?"

"I'm not used to it," Ai Zhiyin moved in and distanced him, "Please don't do this in the future."

"Where?" Han Ji frowned and asked deliberately.

"So casual."

Han Ji felt a little depressed anger in his heart, "I'm just called you casual?"

Ai Zhiyin: "No? I said, don't use the means of flirting with others to deal with me."

Han Ji was stunned. A basin of cold water poured on his head, making the person's chest cold.

"I didn't expect you to deny me, so completely," Han Ji even felt that in Ai Zhiyin's eyes, what he did was no different from those hooligans who harassed women on the street.

The disgust and defense in her eyes hurt so much.

His intention to have close contact with her was simply because of a natural act between husband and wife, and this was completely denied by her.

She classified them as a means of flirting with other women.

This is a complete desire to cut off from him, but not to accept his slight tenderness.

"Zhiyin, can you stop like this?" Han Ji sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to catch Ai Zhiyin's hand, but he ruthlessly pulled it back.

"I may play with people at the dinner table, but I really can't flirt with people privately, let alone... I'll pester you intimate like now..." Han Ji knew that he was in trouble, and he knew that if he pestered her too much, he would get bored by her.

"I don't want to hear this in the future," Ai Zhiyin said coldly: "I will go to wish my parents a happy New Year tomorrow morning and have a break."

She said, turning around and tidying up her pillow, turning over and lying down with her back to him.

Han Ji looked at her back lying on her side, but she was helpless.

When will she not show her indifference and disgust so obviously?

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked.

"I said no, will you agree?"

"Don't agree."

Ai Zhiyin didn't say anything anymore and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp on his side.

Obviously I don't want to pay attention to him.

Han Ji sighed, walked to the other side, and got into bed.

Before the others could lie down, Ai Zhiyin turned over and turned her back to him again.

Pain, depression, tormenting pain, this pain accumulates in the chest, and it cannot go up or down, which is very uncomfortable.

Originally, he thought that as long as Ai Zhiyin didn't divorce him, it would be okay if she despised him for the rest of her life, scolded him for the rest of her life, and blamed him for the rest of her life.

Now it seems that he has no idea of ​​his greed.

Before a day passed, he began to think about both wanting and wanting.

He wanted her people, and her attitude of being gentle as before, and she wanted her to have another child with him. They no longer care about the past and live a good life in the future.

But when I think back, it was his dream after all.

Why did he ask Ai Zhiyin to ignore past grudges and why did he let her forget the past?

He has no such qualification at all.

Why didn't he notice it before that he made Ai Zhiyin angry and uncomfortable, and finally all his feelings backfired on him?

"What are your parents... missing recently?" Han Ji asked: "If there is anything you need, I will ask someone to prepare it tomorrow morning, and it will be too late."

"What did you buy?"

"The assistant said that donkey-hide gelatin is popular this year, so I asked him to buy a few boxes."

"Don't donkey-hide gelatin."

Han Ji bit his lip slightly, "Okay, I'll let someone retreat."

He didn't ask why he didn't want donkey-hide gelatin.

He knew because of Kan Tong.

"Smoking and alcohol are necessary, these two should be fine, right?" he asked.

"Um."

"Tea and scarves are a tradition every year, and I have people prepared them."

"Can."

"I accompany you home every year."

"Are you asking me for credit?" Ai Zhiyin asked back.

Han Ji immediately shut up and stopped talking.

"You reminded me that you just want to tell me that you have fulfilled your husband's responsibilities on weekdays, not that you don't treat me as a wife at all," Ai Zhiyin sneered: "You just accompany me home once a year, and I live in your house every day. Have I ever invited you to me?"

"Stop talking," Han Ji interrupted, "I was wrong. I know I didn't do enough. In the future... I will change it."

Ai Zhiyin was too good at saying heartbreaking and mean words, and he had no choice but to bow his head and make a promise.

"I might be soft-hearted in the past. Now... I will only make me a joke after hearing this."

"My soulmate..." Han Ji begged: "Can you stop being so mean? I'm very uncomfortable here." He pointed to his heart.

"Isn't it uncomfortable for you to cheat?" Ai Zhiyin rose up, "Do you know what you look like to me like this? Pretend to be pitiful! Then, win my sympathy? Turn around and continue to let me accept your hurt and betrayal?"

"I won't, never!" Han Ji said seriously: "I swear that from now on, I will never betray you Ai Zhiyin."

Ai Zhiyin looked at him with despair in her eyes. She snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe it. You have no credibility for me. You have only cheated on me, and only had zero or countless times."

"Zhiyin..." Han Ji begged with grief, "What do I do to make you regain your confidence in me?"
Chapter completed!