"Sorry... I didn't mean that..." Guan Shouheng quickly explained, "I just said... the weather doesn't look good tonight. It's raining heavily. If you are at home alone, you might be in trouble..."
He was just worried about her and didn't trust her alone.
She nodded nervously, understanding what he meant, but...she didn't need it.
Originally, she was not the kind of weak girl who would not be afraid of thunder and rain. Moreover, after so many years of training, she had already developed courage, and now she is not afraid of any strong typhoon.
However, she still did not reject his words.
"Then... just... stay for one night. I can sleep in the small study." The reason why she stayed with him was because the roads around here were difficult to walk on rainy days, especially at night, and driving was very dangerous.
There was a car accident a few days ago, killing one person and injuring two others.
"Thank you." He smiled sadly, as if with a hint of self-deprecation.
She shook her head and also pulled her lips, "Good night."
There was no need to say too many polite words or greet him, because he was more familiar with this small attic than she was.
"You too, good night." He nodded slightly and watched her walk into the small study.
It was only a few steps in total. She deliberately quickened her pace. When she reached the door of the small study, she paused briefly and turned around to close the door. Seeing that he was still standing there, her left atrium twitched slightly and urged, "You use the bathroom first.
Go to bed early, you have to go to work tomorrow morning."
His eyes flashed slightly, feeling that the way he was staring at her seemed too embarrassing, so he quickly said "hmm" and turned around hastily.
Then, it was her turn to watch his back, and then she slowly looked back until the other door closed.
What does it feel like to sleep in your ex-wife's bed?
It's a very uncomfortable and sad feeling.
Guan Shouheng's mouth felt slightly bitter.
He simply washed up and then lay down, but how could he fall asleep?
The bed beneath them was the wedding bed they had slept on together. It was the only new furniture they bought at the beginning of their marriage, and it carried their biggest sweet dreams.
After ten years, this bed has become old and worn out, but the feeling is still there. Her fragrant breath lingers on the pillow, and happy memories of the past appear in my mind. On this bed, they once knew each other intimately.
Yes, we once counted the baby’s heartbeat together.
Nowadays, neither things nor people are the same.
Separated by a wall, Mint was also tossing and turning.
Although she had suffered from insomnia countless nights in the past ten years, this time was the most severe. In the past, it was memories that tore at her nerves, but tonight, the person who caused her insomnia was right next door.
It was obviously separated by a wall, but she seemed to be able to feel his breathing. She could even imagine what his sleeping posture was like at the moment. He must be lying on his side habitually, with one hand on that side.
The empty bedside.
The bed seems to be getting bigger.
Guan Shouheng stretched out his hand to touch the place next to him. His palm was empty, and he could only touch the cold sheets. His heart was also empty, he could no longer hold her.
He still remembered that when they first got married, she was not used to the environment here, so she had to hug him every night to fall asleep. At that time, their double bed was always half empty, and she hugged him every time.
Lean into his arms.
Now, not only can she no longer hug him, but she also sleeps next door.
On a dark night with heavy rain, there are no stars in the sky, but melancholy rises all over the sky.
A "crash" sound broke the tranquility of the night.
Mint suddenly sat up in shock. He turned on the small desk lamp and took a look. It turned out that the old tiles on the building had fallen off. The tiles fell straight down, scratched the glass, and then fell to the ground outside together with the glass.
The situation was somewhat similar to that of the typhoon night, but she was no longer as panicked as before. She calmly got out of bed and used a small flashlight to shine on the ground to prevent her feet from being scratched by flying glass shards.
She made sure there was no glass on the ground, and then she moved towards the window, trying to fix the curtains to prevent the cold wind and rain from blowing in. But before she could make a move, the door to the small study was pushed open from the outside.
"Mint! Are you okay?" Guan Shouheng suddenly froze at the door. He didn't even button his clothes.
"What are you..." She quickly lowered her eyes, avoiding his bare chest, and replied in a nagging tone, "It's okay, it's just that the window is not closed tightly for the time being. Just ask a worker to replace the glass tomorrow morning."
He stood there stupidly, nervous, embarrassed, annoyed, guilty... many, many emotions came rushing in.
Seeing her so calm, he became uneasy, as if what had just happened was something she had become accustomed to, and she had no problem by herself, she could handle it well alone.
It was different, it was really different. She would never be like before, feeling panicked and frustrated because he was not by her side on the night of the typhoon.
She has completely excluded him from her life.
Mint stood by the window, stunned and confused, and said in a nagging voice, "I woke you up... I'm sorry..."
"Don't tell me you're sorry!" He suddenly raised his voice and rushed over to hug her.
"You..." She was shocked, and before she could say anything more, his lips were kissed by him.
"Don't ever say sorry to me again!" He never wanted to hear her speak to him so politely again, as if they were strangers, worse than strangers, worse than a worker who could come to replace her glass tomorrow morning.
Not as good as.
He hugged her hard and kissed her hard, as if he was spending all his energy to pity, protect and love her.
When their lips and teeth touched, it was as if an electric current hit their bodies at the same time.
A kiss opens the floodgates of memory, and the sweet, sad, happy and broken fragments of the past, scenes and scenes, fly by in front of my eyes like the plot of a movie.
She trembled, the too-familiar embrace and smell confused her reason. In his kiss, she felt passion, regret, tenderness, guilt, longing... and deep attachment.
This kind of kiss broke all her pretense and melted her seemingly strong but fragile heart.
So, instead of pushing him away, she hugged him back and unconsciously snuggled into his hot chest.
Her reaction seemed to encourage him. He clasped the back of her neck harder, kissed her lips, and swallowed her breath, as if only in this most direct way could he express his innermost feelings.
, the longing and longing for her that have never stopped.
He didn't need to use any skills, only used his pious heart to embrace her devoutly, trying to bring back the memory of their love.
He carried her back to the room and back to the big bed.
The rain outside the window didn't stop all night, and the ambiguous sound of bed boards continued until dawn.