The sudden words made Nan Yan wake up from the wine.
She stared at Lu Huaijing blankly for a long time. It wasn't until she saw the deep coldness in the man's eyes that she realized that what he said was serious.
Nan Yan's heart was as sharp as a knife, and in an instant he lost the panic just now, only feeling chilled.
"Lu Huaijing, why are you so crazy?"
At this moment, Nan Yan realized how much she was in love. The scars were so healed that they forgot the pain.
Every time, as long as this man was a little nicer to her, she would not remember how unpleasant the words he said before were.
Fortunately, Lu Huaijing, a man with no heart at all, was able to reveal her scars accurately every time.
It made her wake up from the pain.
But Lu Huaijing raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and said coldly: "Isn't it true? I was right, so you became angry from shame, right?"
"Snapped!"
Nan Yan couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the man on the face.
His face was turned away from the slap, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the slapped area, making his handsome face even more sinister.
He grabbed the back of Nan Yan's neck and forced her to look at him.
"You're used to being beaten, aren't you? Gu Nanyan, do you really think I dare not touch you?"
As Lu Huaijing said that, his other big hand had already reached under the hem of her skirt. The silky touch slowly explored up her slender legs.
Nan Yan's whole body suddenly tensed up. Such a touch made her tremble uncontrollably, and her voice became sobbing:
"Lu Huaijing, you bastard!"
She wanted to struggle, but the man locked her wrists and held her down forcefully.
"Why, you allow other men to be courteous, but your husband is not allowed to touch her?" His cold eyes came closer and stared into her red eyes.
"I told you, I didn't, Lu Huaijing, I have never done anything to feel sorry for you!"
Nan Yan felt extremely wronged. Thinking of that confusing night, the involuntary resentment and pain poured out at this moment.
Hot tears fell down her eyes, drop by drop, onto her chest, sliding down her white and tender skin and into the depths of her clothes.
The man's brows were furrowed, his gaze moved downward involuntarily, and his Adam's apple rolled suspiciously.
"do not Cry."
He spoke in a hoarse voice, put away his hand, and even wiped the tears from her face a little roughly.
Nan Yan took the opportunity to break away from the man, pushed him away, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.
Lu Huaijing closed his eyes, seemingly a little annoyed by his impulse, and finally turned around and went to another bathroom.
When Nan Yan came out, the man was already lying on the bed.
His back was to her, and his strong figure was like a hill.
Her eyelashes were lowered and her eyes were still red, but it was already late at night, and she couldn't make a big move to change rooms, otherwise grandpa would be worried.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan could only sit on the edge of the bed obediently, carefully wrap the blanket tightly around herself, and huddle up silently.
The night is long and cold.
Nan Yan didn't know whether it was because she was tired from crying or because she had been drinking. Not long after she lay down, she fell asleep.
In the dream, it was still the same scene where she had been wronged before. Her mouth was depressed in grievance, the eyelashes of her closed eyes were trembling, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
Lu Huaijing was a light sleeper. After feeling the restlessness around him, he turned around.
I happened to see her pitiful appearance, her body shivering in the blanket.
He exhaled helplessly, stretched out his hands unconsciously, and held the thin little woman in his arms.
But her tears still soaked her hair.
Lu Huaijing took the trouble to wipe away her tears again and again, and finally sighed softly: "Are you that wronged?"
He himself didn't understand why his heart throbbed in pain when he saw this woman's pitiful appearance.
Originally, he should have felt this kind of affection towards Song Yihuan.
But in the past few days, he didn't even answer her phone calls.
Because whenever he thought of that woman, he had an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if there was an invisible wall between the two. Every time he tried to break through, there would be a voice telling him to look back.
what on earth is it?
The warm embrace made Nan Yan feel a little lost in her sleep. She only remembered the dream that followed, which seemed not so bad.
Sleeping in each other's arms.
One night, the stars changed.
Lu Huaijing's biological clock is very accurate and he wakes up on time at six o'clock every morning.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his cell phone rang.
The man reached out and took the phone over, his other hand still holding Gu Nanyan, but after just one glance at the screen, he let go of his hand unconsciously.
It's Song Yihuan.
He subconsciously got up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone.
"...Ah Jing, why haven't you answered my calls lately? Woohoo, I haven't slept all night..."
The same plaintive cry came out again, making Lu Huaijing hold his forehead with a headache.
"Yi Huan, you have to prepare for the art exam, so I didn't bother you. Grandpa hasn't been feeling well these days, so I just returned to my old house."
"Really?" Song Yihuan sobbed, but she still asked with gentle concern: "It doesn't matter, grandpa. If it doesn't work, I can go and have a look -"
"Forget it, it's not like you don't know grandpa's temper. He will only get angry when he sees you."
Lu Huaijing pressed his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and his tone was much gentler: "Is your injury feeling better? I found a teacher for you..."
The soft and gentle words reached his ears bit by bit.
Nan Yan's eyelashes trembled. Although her eyes were closed, she still felt a little pain in her eye sockets.
She had actually woken up long ago. Before Lu Huaijing woke up, she had already discovered that she had been held by this man and slept all night.
She could obviously struggle away, but she was reluctant to open her eyes because the embrace was so warm and comfortable.
Because Nan Yan was afraid, afraid that as soon as she opened her eyes, this beautiful dream would be shattered.
However, the reality is so cruel.
The dream doesn't need to be broken by oneself. All it takes is a phone call from Song Yihuan, and that man will let her go without mercy.
Nan Yan opened her eyes and walked barefoot to the window. She happened to see Lu Huaijing finish making the phone call. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he saw a thinly dressed woman from the corner of his eye.
He quickly put away the lighter, took out the cigarette, and frowned slightly: "Why did you wake up so early?"
Nan Yan looked at him intently for a long time before speaking dryly and with difficulty: "Lu Huaijing, let's... get divorced."
It was clearly going over and over in her heart, but the moment she said it, she still felt a stab of pain in her heart.
Lu Huaijing's hand froze in mid-air, and his handsome face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His brows were as furrowed as mountains and rivers: "Gu Nanyan, do you have to threaten me with this?"
