He held my hand and said to me softly: "Man, I love you and our daughter, but we are an old couple after all, so sometimes we don't bother to show this feeling, but
Please believe me, no one can replace your place in my heart."
When Deng Wenliang said this last sentence, his eyes were very firm. This kind of eyes conveyed full strength to me, making me completely believe his words. I think that in his heart, he may really love me, but in this situation
In his special position, he may also need a physical comfort product.
Deng Wenliang stood up, gently stroked my face, and said to me: "I'm going to take a shower. Stop thinking about it."
I nodded obediently, and he let me go and strode towards the bathroom.
At night, we were lying on the bed together, with Deng Wenliang's back to me. Gradually, a gentle snore came from his side.
But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and I didn't dare to turn over for fear of disturbing his peaceful dream.
Once upon a time, my husband Wenliang always liked to hold me in his arms when sleeping, and praised me with a smile for my good skin, saying that I was a soft boneless animal and his cutest little squirrel...
But since when did he no longer like to sleep with me in his arms? He always gives me a generous and cold back like he does now...
I felt waves of throbbing pain in my heart, so I gently got out of bed, put on a pajamas, turned on a desk lamp, and sat in front of the dressing mirror.
I was gently arranging my half-long black hair. That day, Deng Wenliang accidentally glanced at a few white hairs on my head. At that time, he frowned slightly, and then said to me: Go and dye your hair when you have time.
Bar.
When I heard this, I was stunned at first, and then felt a little sad. In fact, what woman in her thirties doesn't have a few white hairs on her head? Let alone her thirties, when we were in college, there were only a few girls in our dormitory except
Except for me, there are a few white hairs on all my heads.
Over the years, I wonder if those girls in their prime of youth have added more hair to their heads? And how did these few white hairs come into being among my full head of black silk? I don’t know, I only know this.
We have gone through ups and downs over the years and experienced a lot. Perhaps these few white hairs are the testimony of the vicissitudes we have experienced.
I responded to Deng Wenliang calmly: "It's not too much, I don't think it's necessary to dye it? I don't like dyeing my hair, it's not good for my health."
Deng Wenliang looked at me and said nothing, but I could feel the disappointment in his eyes.
He is a man who demands perfection and always hopes that his woman will always be young and beautiful, but does he know that sometimes vicissitudes of life are a kind of beauty in themselves?
At this moment, at one o'clock in the evening, I was sitting in front of the mirror, stroking my smooth hair, thinking to myself, maybe I should dye my hair.
During that period of psychological struggle, I had to endure the physiological cravings that appeared in my body from time to time. Sometimes I would have erotic dreams. The strange thing is that all my erotic dreams happened in the early morning. In my dreams, I could even hear
I was forgetful and moaning, but I couldn't see clearly the face of the man on my body. I just subconsciously felt that he was very young and handsome...
Every time I have this kind of dream, I wake up suddenly during ejaculation, and then find that my hands are deeply touching the bottom of my body, and my palms are wet...