The pitch-black night shrouded the entire world in black velvet, with only a few stars shining like diamonds, but the shining stars made people upset.
Normally, Leng Anyen would often come back very late, and she didn't feel anything special, but it was different today. She felt that the time today seemed to have been stretched out, so long that she almost couldn't bear it.
The mobile phone was in her hand, but it was always so quiet, as if it was in arrears, and no one could get through to her anymore, but she knew that everything on her mobile phone was normal. What a world.
She stood like that, looking into the distance with her dark eyes, as if she wanted to see something, but all she could see was darkness that she couldn't guess. In the end, her legs became stiff, and the city's night clock also rang.
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In the early morning, it's already the beginning of a new day, but he hasn't come back yet!
It's so late, does it mean he won't come back?
Such thoughts couldn't help but flash through my mind, and then I thought about who he would be with?
She suddenly felt scared and put her hands on her head. She forced herself not to think wildly, but as time passed, she still couldn't control herself.
Turning off the lights and closing her eyes, she lay on the bed and forced herself to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. She just felt that the bed was too big and the house was too empty. The emptiness made her feel cold. But now is the season of spring, and flowers are blooming.
It shouldn't be cold...
She curled up, as if she could stay warmer this way, but the result was that the more she curled up, the colder she got...
I couldn't help but think of the feeling of lying in his arms for countless nights, warm and attached, making me want to never wake up.
She stretched out her hand and touched a blank space in the darkness, as well as a chilling chill that made her feel scared. Finally, she grabbed his pillow and hugged him until she smelled a familiar scent.
At this moment, tears welled up in my eyes...
Sourness, grievance, and pain enveloped her tightly like rising tide.
Since when had she needed his presence to sleep?
Since when will she feel cold without him?
If one day he really is no longer by her side, how will she continue?
So many terrible questions made her more and more uneasy, unable to sleep at all, until she heard the door being pushed open——
He is back!
She thought he wouldn't come back!
At this moment, she had been worried all night, but she relaxed when she heard his steady footsteps.
The night was so quiet that she heard the sound of him taking off his clothes, and then she slowly opened her eyes. Through the starlight coming in from the window, she saw his strong and tight body. Even in the night, the lines of his restrained muscles were still there.
She couldn't hide it, and it made people think of four words - vigorous and powerful, and the strength of the muscles when she was entangled with him. Sometimes she felt that she couldn't bear it, but she really liked it.
He took off his clothes completely, leaving nothing behind. His broad shoulders and narrow hips were completely exposed to the air. Such a seductive body had ignited something unknowingly.
Looking in the direction of the bathroom, listening to the sound of running water inside, Duanmu Mu's throat felt dry.
For some reason, listening to the sound of water, she had the urge to get closer.
But no, she has always been reserved in this regard.
Turning over, Duanmumu sighed, feeling glad that he was back, glad that he didn't spend the night bathing outside.
A man always takes a shower quickly, and he comes out within a few minutes. Duanmumu feels the bed sinking in, the quilt being lifted, and the coolness of the man's shower gel instantly invades the space that she finally managed to warm up.
She shivered, and he discovered it.
"Did I wake you up?" he asked, his voice moist, as if he had been bathed.
Duanmumu looked at him, "What time is it?"
"Two-thirty," he answered naturally, just like any late night in the past, but this answer was different for her.
Is it necessary to attend a banquet so late? That is absolutely impossible, unless...
She didn't want to let herself think about it, so she reached out and put her arms around his waist, and whispered one word, "Cold!"
He was stunned when he felt her face pressed against his chest, so close that her breath was all over her, making it ticklish.
He moved, trying to distance himself from her, but she pressed close to her again. In a rare situation, "My wife..."
"Honey, don't come back so late in the future. I can't sleep." She didn't disdain to say the little woman's words, but she felt shy. But tonight she suddenly became emotional and said it out like this.
As if sensing something strange about her, Leng Anyen lowered his head, kissed her face, and replied with one word, "Okay!"
She pressed closer to him. He always wore only a pair of underwear after taking a shower. She pressed him back and forth like this, causing the heat to rise.
"Wife..." His voice was low and hoarse.
She raised her head and pressed her lips against his towering Adam's apple. In an instant, everything was activated...
Turning over, she was pressed down by him, and his hot tongue moved deep and shallow between her lips. Her soul seemed to come out from sucking him.
His hands quickly peeled off her pajamas, and with eagerness, the kiss moved down from her lips, directly looking for her sensitivity, and the person underneath him broke in without hesitation, as if he had been patient for a long time.
He moved in and out so fast that she couldn't bear it, but she was reluctant to push him away. It seemed that holding him like this made all her worries for the night unnecessary.
He is still hers, and he is so intimate with her at this moment that no one can take him away.
Although he was thinking this way, tears still flowed out for some reason. He felt it, and he paused in the collision, "Honey, what's wrong? Does it hurt you?"
She couldn't answer, she just shook her head, and then put her hands on his neck more forcefully, but he obviously didn't dare to continue and even wanted to quit.
When they reunited four years later, he and she were much more careful. Even in bed, he would care about her feelings. But tonight he was a little irritable. I don't know if it was because it was too late and he was afraid of affecting his rest, or because of other people.
of?
The moment he was about to pull away, she suddenly raised her legs and tightly hooked his waist, "Husband..."
This gesture was meant to encourage him, he understood, but she was clearly crying, and he looked at her in the darkness with confusion written in his eyes.
She couldn't open her mouth, so she could only take the initiative to lift her body and move up to kiss him...
This kind of action no longer required him to guess anymore, and his body moved in and out again wantonly, but the collision frequency was very fast, until finally he let out a low growl and buried himself deeply into her body.
His heavy breathing stopped in his ears, so clear that it was not a dream. Duanmumu hugged him tightly, but couldn't bear to let go. He freed his hand, took the tissue on the bedside to clean her body, and finally kissed her forehead.
, "Go to sleep!"
He fell asleep quickly, but she was not sleepy and kept looking at him, as if this way he would not be snatched away by others.
It turned out that she was so afraid that he would leave her.
At dawn, Duanmu got up very early.
Breakfast was ready, but Leng Anyen and her two children hadn't gotten up yet. She picked up today's newspaper out of boredom and saw the person next to her pillow at a glance.
It was not strange for Leng Anyen to be in the news. She was used to it, but it was different today. His news was related to a woman.
——My first love passed out in my arms, and the young master of the Leng family was admitted to the hospital to stay with him.
The eye-catching title is accompanied by a dazzling picture. A woman is leaning on Leng Anyen's arms, and he is holding her tightly, with a nervous and panic look on her face.
Lan Yiran's words rang in her ears, and Duanmumu understood that the woman in the newspaper was named Qin Qiong. It was exactly as she imagined, so beautiful that she could not move her eyes away from her eyes.
"This is a misunderstanding, don't believe it." She looked so seriously that she didn't notice when he came downstairs. Duanmumu raised his eyes to look at him. There was no inappropriate expression on his handsome face except for the exhaustion of staying up late.
Duanmumu's stiff lips moved a few times before he gave a dry smile, "You haven't had such a scandal in a long time."
He sat down, took the newspaper out of her hand, and threw it aside, "You don't believe me?"
If it wasn't Qin Qiong, but a random young model or star, she would say "believe it", but that woman was Qin Qiong, the woman he could commit suicide for. The word "believe" was stuck in Duanmumu's throat, and she couldn't say it out.
.
"Su Huanan is coming back today," Leng Anyen suddenly said without explaining.
Duanmumu was stunned for a moment, but Leng Anyen cast his eyes over her, looking at her face, as if he wanted to see something from her face, but in the end he only said, "Husbands and wives must trust each other to live their lives."
Is he saying that even if Su Huanan comes back, he will still believe her? Or is he trying to remind her to trust him and Qin Qiong, just like he trusts her and Su Huanan?
"He brought back his fiancée, who is the daughter of a high-ranking official," Leng Anyen had already started to eat with his head down, and his words were very plain, as if he were talking about homely things.
"I know!" Duanmu Mu suddenly responded, but Leng Anyen was stunned. He seemed to be curious about how she knew, but did not ask.
He just said that he believed her, so he didn't ask, is that right?
Duanmu suddenly realized that he was with the man in front of him. No matter what he did, he had to guess. This was completely different from his life before yesterday.
"Let's have dinner together tonight, and I'll ask the driver to pick you up," he said again when he got up.
Watching him put on his coat and leave, Duanmumu stepped forward, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and couldn't help but ask, "Is that Miss Qin in the newspaper okay?"
The newspaper said that the woman fainted, but how could it be such a coincidence that he happened to be nearby when she fainted?
Duanmumu didn't want to pursue these matters, but he still wanted to know something from Leng Anyen's mouth. At least he should tell the woman's identity clearly instead of avoiding it like now.
"It's okay!" Leng Anyen held her hand, then took it away little by little, and kissed her on her forehead, softly and intimately, "Don't think too much about it."
Are you overthinking it? She hopes so!
He left without saying a word except not to think too much.
Taking the newspaper again, his eyes fell on Qin Qiong's face. Duanmu Mu was in a daze until the phone in the living room rang——
"Hey," she said, her voice a little weak.
"Mumu, it's me," a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end.
