He Huai called for someone, and the young master was arrogant, but his group of second-generation ancestor friends were quite buying it.
He Ling took the room card at the front desk and took the elevator to the corresponding floor.
Find the corresponding room, di—
Swipe to enter.
After habitually checking the door lock and making sure that it was locked, he entered the bathroom at ease.
Thinking that He Huai might not be so fast there, he simply took a hot bath with the aloe essential oil in the room.
The fragrance of aloe fills the entire bathroom, and the hot water dispels exhaustion.
After a quarter of an hour, crashing—
The woman got up from the bathtub, raised her legs, stepped out, and stood under her shaggy head.
After showering, pull the bath towel to dry the water, and then skillfully wrap the body.
The next second, he raised his head inadvertently, but unexpectedly met a pair of complicated and deep eyes in the mirror.
Xu Jinsheng!
Suddenly, when did he come
Her eyes were facing each other. After a moment of stiffness, the woman slowly relaxed her body. She stood quietly with her back facing him in front of the European-style carved washstand. She was wearing only a white bath towel, revealing her slender neck, thin shoulders, and sexy. clavicle.
The bathroom door was wide open, and the smooth mirror surface was cold, gradually covering a layer of mist, blurring the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror.
No one can see who.
The air is still filled with a faint fragrance of aloe vera, which is like a dream, with a kind of tempting and deep magic.
He Ling never looked back, only her eyelids drooped, making people unable to see the true emotions.
In and out of the mirror, the man's eyes are always glued to the woman's face and body, as if he couldn't see enough.
Three years...
He thought, read, worried, disappointed again and again, recovered again and again, disappointed again, recovered again.
Like a spell that strikes regularly, it can't kill him, but it tortures him.
Don't kill me, but abuse my heart!
He Ling only glanced at the first glance, then quickly moved away from her gaze, and finally she looked down directly, without leaving a trace of the man's shadow afterward.
Even if it is so strict, those memories of the past are still triggered instantly, like pressing a switch, playing them back in their minds over and over again.
Five years of marriage, stay together.
Even if there is no love, I have accumulated memories.
The bits and pieces that the two used to get along are more like a deep-rooted habit, which can be controlled or gradually forgotten, but it is difficult to be quit.
Once, they were lovers and partners.
Today, they are the most familiar strangers.
When they met, they were speechless.
"A Ling..." With a low, hoarse voice, she sighed slightly, and missed her seven minutes.
Flowing in the quiet bathroom, inexplicably sexy.
He Ling must admit that whether eight years ago or eight years later, Xu Jinsheng was an impeccable man.
It's a pity that there are many impeccable things, but few of them are perfect in the end.
"A Ling..." He called again.
Take a half step forward and shorten the distance between the two.
In the next second, the man's slightly callused fingers because of holding a pen all the year round, stroked the woman's thin shoulders little by little, and put his chin on her shoulders, but he didn't really exert any force.
As soon as he turned his head, the soft lips brushed the woman's white neck, and a small electric current rushed past, both of them were shocked.
"Enough." The woman said coldly.
Instead of listening, Xu Jinsheng hugged her tighter.
The man's soft hair rubbed against her delicate skin, like a coquettish wild dog.
"A Ling, don't do this to me..."
"Let go."
"Please... my heart will hurt..."
The woman's eyes flashed with self-deprecation, and a sarcasm smile bloomed on her lips, like a coquettish rose, beautiful, but also pricked.
"Distressed? Will you?" She looked cold, hiding too much complexity and helplessness.
Xu Jin had a pause, then buried his face in her shoulders, wrapped his arms around He Ling's chest, firmly unwilling to let go.
"What am I in your eyes? Plants and trees? Hard rocks? Ice cubes? Why do you think I will not be sad or painful?"
He Ling did not respond, nor was she very moved.
Just stood rigidly in place, letting him hug strongly.
There is no special expression on Leng Ruobingshuang's face. She once questioned it like this, but Xu Jinsheng's response to her is now returned to him by He Ling intact!
"Why don't you speak?"
He Ling hooked her lips: "You used to be like this before?"
The man's body suddenly stiffened, and his hands and feet felt cold, reaching his heart.
"... You hate me," his Adam's apple rolled lightly, his voice dry, and he nodded, tears flashing in his eyes, "It should be."
"Let go, our current relationship is not suitable for such intimate actions."
"Don't let go."
He couldn't bear it.
After waiting for three years before finally embracing her in his arms, Xu Jinsheng knew that he would never let it go for the rest of his life.
"Mr. Xu, please respect yourself!"
With a distant and indifferent "Mr. Xu", the distance between the two was instantly opened up by a chasm.
She looked at him coldly on the other end, leaving him on this end, piercing and painful.
The man's eyes were filled with scarlet, and he clasped the woman's wrist, pulled her over, and faced him face to face.
This is the true meaning of the four eyes facing each other, and each other can see each other's eyes.
He Ling's face was expressionless, her eyes were cool.
Xu Jinsheng could not accept such indifference, as if he was just an irrelevant stranger to her!
Lower your head, leaning over, with thin lips close to the woman's neck, lingering to the shoulder blades, and then down.
The warm breath sprayed on the edge of the woman's collarbone, like a tumbling heat wave, He Ling frowned and reached out to push: "Xu Jinsheng, you have grown a lot. Have you learned to force a woman?!"
"Shut up!" He raised his hand to pinch the woman's chin, with a sullen expression and frantic eyes. "I haven't seen him in three years, Mr. Xu on the left, and Mr. Xu Jinsheng on the right? Do you want to get rid of me?"
He Ling gritted her teeth.
With a sneer, he said every word: "You, do, dream."
He Ling's heart shuddered, and she didn't want to get entangled anymore, trying to break free from the man's embrace.
Xu Jinsheng remained motionless. The head of 188 stood in front of her with a tall city wall. His eyes were cold, and the words in his mouth were as cold as ice: "What do you call me?!"
He Ling looked at him, snorted lightly, turned her head away, and remained unmoved.
Only the next moment, she was pulled back fiercely, forcing her to face him.
Because the man suddenly exerted force, the woman suffered from pain, and resisted the urge to scream. Her beautiful eyebrows were frowned, and her face gradually became pale and no longer ruddy.
He didn't speak, she didn't speak, and the two of them were in a stalemate.
One second.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds passed.
"Asheng..." The strength of the men and women is not on the same level. Finally, He Ling was defeated, her red lips opened and closed, and she uttered two words that looked like a dream.
She is stubborn, but she also understands the truth of being able to bend and stretch.
Xu Jinsheng is going crazy, she doesn't have to head-on with a madman.
The phrase "Asheng" successfully calmed the man down, and his strength gradually became gentle.
How long hasn't heard it
Three years...
No, she didn't call him like this anymore before...
After a long absence, I heard it again. At that moment, Xu Jinsheng had an urge to cry.
The hand that clamped her jaw slowly moved to the woman's white shoulders, her fingertips tossing and grinding, like a child playing with a beloved toy, her childish movements silently speak of the man's inner joy.
Under the finger, the warm touch is like white porcelain, and it emits a faint aloe scent, which is the taste in memory.
"Call again..." He couldn't help but leaned closer, the two breathing close at hand.
He Ling sneered, her eyes full of anger.
While the man slackened, she turned around and picked up the shower nozzle, spraying towards Xu Jinsheng: "Is it crazy enough? What qualifications do you have to break in, and what qualifications do you have to force me?! Before, when we were not divorced, you If you can't, now that you are divorced, you don't even have this right!"
The man's eyes darkened, and he grabbed the sprinkler in her hand and threw it into the bathtub. Regardless of the body being wet, he opened his mouth and bit on her delicate neck.
"...If I am your husband! You are my wife!"
He Ling took a breath, her face changed slightly, and she blurted out the word "Fun".
Xu Jinsheng sneered: "Only you dare to talk to me like this! And only you can make me so angry and crazy, like a mad dog!"
It is self-loathing, self-rejection, and even more love and hatred for her.
"You calm down!"
"I can't fucking calm down—"
He Ling was silent, and suddenly, a damp coolness came from her neck.
That is-
Tears
No... impossible...
How could Xu Jinsheng cry
When they quarreled, he didn't cry; when they divorced, he didn't show any sadness. Now, after so long apart, he is crying
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So the answer is D!
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