Chang Mian's lips left hers, and then he got up and went to the bathroom with an unclear expression, leaving Chang Shang lying alone on the bed. There was a trace of doubt in Chang Shang's heart. This was not like his usual habit, because he would hold her every time.
They went to the bathroom to wash away the marks all over their bodies, but today, he left her alone, maintaining the same posture as before.
Although it was a little strange, she didn't think much about it. She went to the drawer and took out a small delicate bottle, unscrewed the lid, poured out the small pills inside, and swallowed it without hesitation.
What's inside is contraceptive pills.
She got up dressed and opened the glass door to the terrace, enjoying the gentle sunshine and cool spring breeze outside.
The bathroom door opened slightly, and Chang Mian's voice came: "Come in and rub my back."
Hearing this, Chang Chang quickly opened the door and went in.
Chang Mian soaked himself in the large bathtub and lay there. The warm water covered half of his body. Because his back was turned to him, he could not clearly see his frown at the moment, which seemed to be upset.
A hint of anger.
Chang Shang folded up the sleeves of her nightgown, sat next to the bathtub, took a cleaning sponge, and used the warm water to clean his back quietly.
"Sing me a song." The deep voice had a hint of laziness.
Chang Shang bit her lip, remembered a song and sang softly, without stopping the movements of her hands, and then she discovered that there was another scar on the lower side of his left abdomen.
Chang Shang carefully avoided the scar that had not yet formed. Chang Mian noticed her movement. He glanced sideways at her, turned over, and asked her to wash his front.
"Don't ask me where my scars come from?"
Chang Shang was startled. "Chang Mian, is your job dangerous?"
She had never asked about his job before. During those few days in South Africa, she vaguely felt that he seemed to be a member of the underworld, but there was no gangsterism in him. She had never thought about what he did, but she vaguely felt that he was a member of the underworld.
Guess the danger.
"Danger." It means that if others provoke him, there will be danger.
"Then do you want to change your job?"
Chang Mian looked at her innocent eyes and smiled softly, as if all the unhappiness just now disappeared instantly. He touched her chin: "Do you care about me?"
Then before Chang Shang could answer, he had already reached out and pulled her closer to the bath, took the sponge from her hand, took off her nightgown, and let her lie next to him: "Don't worry, I won't die, you don't have to worry.
Then no one will support you."
Chang Shang bit her lip: "I didn't mean that."
Chang Mian did not answer her words anymore, but opened another topic: "Go to a place with me tomorrow."
"Where?"
"You'll know when you go there, dress...dress more modestly."
Where should I dress more modestly when going? Changshang didn't think about this problem. Anyway, she wore a slightly flowery dress the next day. Chang Mian tore it up and personally chose a more plain dress for her.
, not angry, but he really wanted her to dress modestly.
After taking the plane and driving for two hours, she finally knew that they were going to the Martyrs Cemetery.
Then they came to the tombstone of a martyr. Chang Mian picked up a bottle of wine, poured three glasses of wine himself and scattered them on the grass, and placed two more glasses in front of the tombstone.
Chang Chang placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.
Chang Mian glanced at her, his eyes softer than ever before, and then he patted her back: "Kneel down and kowtow three times."