"Xiaoman, how can you say that? The intimate relationship between husband and wife is not what you think... You are still young and you don't understand. When you understand, you will understand that it is a kind of love.
A kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that completely owns each other!"
"Who says I don't understand! I have been bullied by men a long time ago!" Xiaoman shouted with red eyes.
These words, like a sharp knife, penetrated straight into Song Wenqing's heart, making him immediately miserable and his soul and mind went blank!
When Song Wenqing came to her senses, there was only one sentence echoing in her heart: "I have been bullied by men a long time ago!"
As a man, he really cannot accept that his beloved woman has been defiled!
Seeing that Song Wenqing was silent, Xiaoman knew that he cared!
Men are all like this. They wish he was a woman’s first man and also her last man.
Once they know that a woman has lost her virginity a long time ago, they will run away and forget all the oaths they made.
A hymen, in the eyes of men, is more valuable than gold!
"Go away and forget about me. I'm not good enough for you." Xiaoman's words were ruthless and her tone was cold.
Song Wenqing's mind was in turmoil, with images of Xiaoman sleeping with other men recurring.
For a moment, it was really difficult for him to accept all this, and he said calmly: It doesn't matter, I don't care.
But facing Xiaoman, Song Wenqing knew that he couldn't let her go, couldn't let her go, couldn't live without her
What should I do? He really doesn’t know, what should he do?
After a long time, Song Wenqing stood up and said: "Xiaoman, you were hungover last night. Have a good rest today. Let's go on the road again tomorrow."
After saying that, Song Wenqing staggered toward the door, like a boat drifting in the wind and rain.
Finally, his hand touched the door and he opened the door. At a glance, he saw Qin Feng standing at the door.
Song Wenqing turned around, closed the door, and walked towards her house in despair.
"Actually, there is no grass anywhere in the world. Brother Wen, why are you so persistent?" Qin Feng's voice sounded behind Song Wenqing.
Song Wenqing stopped and suddenly looked back, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile: "Qin Feng, you don't understand, when you love deeply, some people can't let go no matter what, and they can't forget. Maybe, this is unforgettable