Qingwu nodded, pushed open the door of the master bedroom and trotted in. The screams had disappeared, and the room was filled with the overwhelming smell of alcohol. Qingwu frowned, and just as she was about to turn on the light, Ling Yansen's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Passed over, "Don't! Don't turn on the light!"
Startled by him, he lowered his hands angrily, "Ling Yansen? What's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"
Fortunately, the floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed tightly, and under the sparse shadow of the moonlight, Qingwu walked over with her big belly avoiding the wine bottles scattered everywhere on the ground.
You can hear his rough and heavy breathing, as if he had just been fished out of a cold pool where he was drowning. He was breathing heavily, trying his best, and breathing hoarsely.
Although she couldn't see his face, Qingwu could feel the heavy sadness and fear emanating from the corner of the bed.
She walked to the bed and softened her voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She reached out to touch him, but after touching for a long time, she still couldn't touch him. She could feel the soft mattress shaking slightly. She didn't know whether it was because his body was shaking or because he was moving back to avoid her hand.
Qingwu sighed, a little anxious, "Ling Yansen, can you stop trying to avoid me when you are vulnerable?"
The voice fell for a long time, and she never heard him speak. Only the rapid gasps like going to the market crawled out of his hoarse throat. Qingwu felt that something was wrong more and more. She used to sleep in the same bed with him, and he slept lightly. Except for slight
Snoring, almost never dreams.
What happened today? On the way back too, he didn't say a word. She thought that if he hadn't been thinking about the child in her belly, his speed would have been close to crazy.
Half of her face was dissolved in the clear moonlight, shadowy and unreal at all. This made Ling Yansen, who had just woken up from a disgusting nightmare, panic, but fortunately, he could hear her voice.
He had a grudge, and he didn't want her to see him like this.
But he couldn't bear to let her go.
"Come here, let me hug you, okay?" Qingwu sighed silently, like coaxing a child who was scared by a ghost and hiding under the table. Her soft voice was whiter than the waves floating on the sea in the quiet night.
, "Ling Yansen, come here, I said, I want to hug you."
"But I drank alcohol and my whole body stinks. I'm afraid that not only will you dislike me, but my son will also dislike me."
His dead voice in the darkness was like a dead end with no exit, mottled and far-fetched. He smiled so hoarsely and low, speaking half truthfully and half falsely.
Qingwu didn't know the deeper meaning of his words, so she found it funny, "I smelled it. In addition to the smell of wine, there was also the smell of sweat. But what can I do? You are my husband."
Such simple words without any modification or covering made Ling Yansen tremble uncontrollably. The mist in his red eyes dissipated and became much clearer.
Yes, they are husband and wife.
He came closer to her, and as he came closer, he wiped his face vigorously with his hands, wiping it away, but the water stains became worse and worse on his painful face, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
Fortunately, there was darkness all around and she couldn't see him.
"I want to take a shower."
After cleaning yourself and getting closer to you, I won't be so sad and I can imagine that I am clean.
"Then I'll put the bath water in for you."
Qingwu was about to stand up with her heavy body. Ling Yansen grabbed her, but quickly let go of her little hand that was as soft as a puddle of water. "Hei, you can easily fall if you can't see. I'll go by myself."
In fact, he didn't want her to turn on the light. Once he turned on the light, there would be no way to hide his ugly self.
Lovers are like this, they are the most intimate, but because they love each other, there are some things that cannot be explained, and what he doesn't want her to see are his most secret wounds.
Qingwu sat obediently and said hello. The wrist he held was densely covered with cold and wet. She couldn't help but raise her hand to take a look, but accidentally, her hand touched his moving wrist.
The face, this touch, is wet again.
Listening to the sound of him walking to the bathroom, by some strange coincidence, Qingwu put her hand under her eyes. She couldn't see it, so she had to stick out the tip of her tongue and lick it. Sure enough, her hand was salty.
She raised her head, but could no longer laugh. She thought to herself, Silly Ayan, are these your sweat or your...tears?
She knew that he was unhappy tonight and had something on his mind, which was very heavy and heavy, but he couldn't tell her about it. He asked her to understand him and tolerate him, but she couldn't bear to ask even though she was extremely curious.
Because she loves him.
"Ah Wu! Bring me a bath towel!" In the bathroom, through the misty water vapor, his voice was unusually loud.
"Then I'll turn on the light."
"open."
Qingwu got up, went to the cupboard to find a big bath towel for him, and carefully held her belly and kicked all the wine bottles scattered in front of the low table under the table, and then walked to the bathroom. Sure enough, the door was opened a crack, and she turned away.
, quickly put his hand in, "Here you are..."
Before he could finish his words, he was dragging him in with the ball.
I really don't know how he can control his strength so steadily, and he is not afraid of throwing her, and he still has time to kick the door open in such a short period of time.
In the mist, she could smell the fragrance of shower gel, and her vision was blurry. She stood honestly, and his hot strength on her wrist had disappeared. When the mist in front of her eyes dispersed, she saw his naked body.
He was wandering around on the floor as if no one was watching, applying shampoo and oil.
The light was bright, as if it not only glowed but also emitted a scalding temperature, and a bright red immediately appeared on her round and round face.
He turned around, his face was wet, but his eyes were bright and dark, staring at her unscrupulously. After a while, his thin lips curled up in a high arc. That look was nothing if not teasing!
"I...I'm going out first." Qingwu lowered her head and stared at her chubby toes, her voice as soft as a mosquito's groan.
"No! I want you to stand here with me and watch me wash." He laughed, but did not make a sound. Xu was restrained by his usual gentlemanly demeanor, squinting his eyes, and his narrow eyes were filled with grapes.
The eyes were as full and shiny as the eyes, and the circles under the eyes were very red. I don’t know if they were steamed by the heat or something.
Qing Wu seemed very calm about his cheating. There were at least seven or eight empty wine bottles in front of the table. No matter how much he drank, even if he was not drunk, his mind would not be as normal as usual.
Just pretend he was drunk and acting crazy.
"Why don't you dare to look at me? My god-like figure scares you, doesn't it? Your face is so red, Ah Wu."
Tossing and turning, she could almost hear in his sultry voice, when his tongue was flat and when it was rolled up, it sounded like a sultry sound.