He is back!
Song Zhixing hadn't figured out where to start talking to him about this. Did he never think about marrying her again? Moreover, his great grandfather and his father didn't agree with what was going on between him and her. He must have felt a little pressure on this point.
She sighed, hugged the ball and slept in the quilt. After a while, Tang Yu came upstairs. Although she closed her eyes, she could feel him pausing for a while beside the bed, then taking off his shirt and going to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Tang Yu lifted the quilt and saw the ball in her arms. He frowned and said, "You are disobedient again!"
Song Zhixing pretended to have just woken up, half-closed his eyes, and looked at him, "Well, I forgot."
Tang Yu pulled the ball out of her hand and put it outside the room. He carefully checked the hair on the bed and confirmed that there was no residue. His face looked better. He lowered his head and looked at her lazily, with a serious expression, "Next time I find you sleeping with it, you can sleep outside with it."
Song Zhixing half sat up from the bed, put her arms around his neck, and almost hung on him, "I promise, there won't be a next time."
Her voice was lazy, like she was acting like a spoiled child. Tang Yu felt that he was being taken advantage of by this little girl. It was like this three years ago, and it was still like this three years later. His heart had softened, and he let her rub against his neck like a little animal. His big hand wrapped around her slender waist, "Did I wake you up?"
"Yeah." Song Zhixing nodded and murmured. Tang Yu picked her up and kissed her snow-white ears from the side. She moaned sensitively, but did not dodge, but welcomed him enthusiastically. Tang Yu laid her on the bed, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. After a passionate kiss, the two of them were naked facing each other, breathing disordered. He subconsciously reached for the bedside table. He grabbed the small thing on the side and tore it open with his long fingers.
Song Zhixing panted and hurriedly held his hand, "Tang Yu, don't do it tonight..."
"Be good and stop making trouble... Today is your dangerous period." Tang Yu's voice was hoarse. At this moment, he was already enduring with great difficulty, and his whole body was stiff.
Song Zhixing held his face with some disappointment, "You don't want a child anymore?"
"..." Tang Yu pursed his lips and put on the condom neatly, "Yes, I don't have such an idea for the time being."
It's not that he didn't have it. He still thought about it, just like he did three years ago. However, the way she almost lost her life in that house in Yucheng three years ago was a nightmare he had never forgotten in the past few years.
"Tang Yu, you are already 33 years old, and will be 34 soon! You haven't thought about it yet, you... um..."
He groaned and rammed deeply into her soft body. The feeling of being filled up made her body happy, but her heart was always empty. She was a little upset and refused to cooperate with him. Tang Yu coaxed her patiently, but she couldn't escape the fall of her body in the end. In the end, Song Zhixing turned away, facing him with her back, unwilling to pay attention to him.
The little girl, after all, is still the child who will never grow up in front of him.
Tang Yu felt somewhat helpless, yet full of pity. He hugged her and held her in his arms.
"Why are you throwing a tantrum?" Tang Yu gently stroked her soft long hair. His fingers brushed across her tender little face, feeling a hint of moisture. He was startled for a moment, and lifted her little face up. The tear marks on her face shocked him, and his brows furrowed. He was a little puzzled, and a little self-blaming, "Did I hurt you just now?"
“… Yeah.” She nodded, choking.
Tang Yu reached his hand into the quilt, but before he could touch her, she grabbed it. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, a little aggrieved, and as if she was in unbearable sadness. This look was about to drive him crazy.
"Where are you hurt?" Just now, he was indeed not very gentle. She seemed to be enjoying it, so he thought...
"I saw it." She suddenly spoke, sat up, but her answer was nonsensical.
He was confused. "What did you see?"
"The dissolution of marriage is in the study drawer. You want me to sign it."
Tang Yu understood why she was crying so suddenly. He was relieved and indescribably happy. He nodded, "Yes, I want you to sign."
As she listened, tears started to fall down her cheeks and she shook her head like a rattle. "I won't sign! I don't want to sign!"
Tang Yu smiled, half-sitting up, looking her in the eye, "But you have to sign."
Song Zhixing felt that his smile was so annoying. She was so sad, but he still smiled. She bit her lip stubbornly and raised her chin stubbornly, "I just won't sign. I won't sign even if you force me to."
"Why?" His eyes darkened and he looked at her intently, with a faint expectation for the answer.
She felt that she looked too embarrassed. Moreover, it must be terrible to be pestering him. She had to calm down, otherwise she would lose control of her emotions and quarrel with him. She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed out. Tang Yu didn't dare to provoke her anymore. He walked over and grabbed her before she rushed out the door.
She pushed him angrily, but he pulled her into a hug.
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble. Things are not what you think..." He quickly coaxed her.
"You want to divorce me and don't want to have children with me." Song Zhixing looked up at him accusingly, pressing her fist against his chest. "If that's the case, why did you say you were waiting for me to come back with an open heart? You big liar!"
Tang Yu sighed, wrapped her hand in his big palm, wrapped it around his waist, and sighed helplessly: "Can you be reasonable? It has always been you who didn't want to give birth to my child. When did it become me?"
"But I'm willing now!" She blurted out. She seemed to be very anxious and repeated, "I'm willing now. I can give birth to a child for you!"
Tang Yu smiled. In fact, he was waiting for her to say this. Whether it was because of the pride that was unique to a man, or because of the shadow that the past incident had left on his mind, he never took the initiative to mention the child again. In fact, if she didn't mention it, maybe he could have waited a little longer.
"Don't laugh. You're going to divorce me now, and I don't want to have a child with you." She tried to break free from his hand angrily.
"Give birth, you must give birth, and you have to give birth right away!" Tang Yu was in a very good mood, his eyes were full of dazzling brilliance. He picked her up and threw her back on the bed. Song Zhixing raised her legs to kick him, but he grabbed her ankle and straddled her on his shoulders. He knelt on one leg on the bed and kissed her lips condescendingly. When she was almost out of breath, she heard him whispering in her ear: "Stupid, you are now of legal age, we should re-sign according to the rules."