Only now, like a broken pot, I don't care about anything anymore. I don't need to wear a mask to be a human being, nor do I need to pile up so many lies. I don't even care about my image in his mind - as long as he can like it.
No matter if it loses its freshness, after three or five years, it’s no longer possible to love or be perfunctory... She doesn’t care at all.
Is it because of this that it actually makes me live more freely?
Even after many years, I suddenly feel that the intimacy between husband and wife is a good thing - the kind of joy that makes people blush and heart beat - can a woman also be inspired to bring out those long-dormant feelings?
instinct?
Will women also have no love and only indulge in instinctive joy?
Are those joys originally justified?
Thinking about the age of primitive people, we can say that human history is essentially a history of the evolution of the sexes. In the early days of human beings, they were hungry and cold, and they drank hair and drank blood. Perhaps the earliest happiness discovered came from the relationship between the sexes - at a certain time and place, the right people and the right people.
At that time, a male ape and a female ape suddenly rolled together in the spring sunshine - they then discovered that this was the most cost-effective and simplest happy game at the time - and from then on, humans fell in love with it.
Such a cheap game.
Therefore, Adam and Eve would rather be kicked out of the paradise paradise to taste this taste secretly???
Qiao Xiaomai has lost the strength to fight, and even the word "divorce" has become very, very far away.
As for Jiang Heng and Bingbing, who will care about them?
Aren't they all about Master Yi?
She lay on his chest and fell asleep again.
At that time, Yi Xiangxi was gently stroking her hair. Slowly, he realized that the place where she was lying was his chest, which was where the deep old scar stretched from top to bottom.
After many years, this scar has solidified into a scar that will never recur. However, when she lay on his old scar completely unconsciously and fell asleep, he felt sad.
How did you feel back then? You were in the hospital, tortured to death by this scar, and she was also lying in another hospital, losing too much blood and almost miscarrying - two helpless orphans actually chose
In order to kill each other - but at that time, he didn't even know that she already had flesh and blood of his own - two people who hated each other so much could draw out each other's blood and reshape a brand new person.
Is this the creation of nature or the creation of God?
He didn't know, but he couldn't help but his eyes were wet: Fortunately, Xiaomai, fortunately you worked so hard to save this child. Otherwise, the two of us may never be as dependent on each other as we are now.
This time, the knock on the door sounded very clearly, unscrupulously, bang bang bang - there was only one person in the world who dared to knock on their door like this.
"Dad, Sister Mai..."
"Dad, Sister Mai...Mom...it's almost ten o'clock...Sluggards, you two are big lazy bugs...Dad is a big lazy bug, mom is a big lazy bug...Don't sleep in, get up and play with me..."
Qiao Xiaomai rubbed her eyes in despair, and someone spoke warmly in her ear: "Sluggard, if you don't get up, you're going to get a knock on the door. Get up soon..."