Ruan Mian deliberately didn't look at him and turned her face away. She reached for the shirt in the closet: "It is impossible to make such an assumption."
There was a faint scent of tea at the tip of her nose. Lu Huainan stood behind her, with a thin layer of shirt between her back and his muscles. He held her arms on both sides with his hands.
Ruan Mian heard him say: "Song Yan'an is back."
After Lu Huainan finished speaking, he lightly bit her earlobe.
It's like teasing, more like provocation.
Ruan Mian's heart seemed to have a gaping hole, and scenes from the past kept pouring out.
These three words Song Yanan are so ancient.
It was so long ago that she almost couldn't remember it.
Lu Huainan held her, and Ruan Mian's fingers were trembling. Time passed by, and three minutes passed. After all, it was she who broke the silence first. She whispered: "Really?"
"You don't care so much?"
Ruan Mian raised his lips: "Then you care so much about his coming back?"
Lu Huainan suddenly used his hand to straighten her upright, and looked at each other: "Ruan Mian, your old lover is back. Are you feeling particularly balanced? You can finally retaliate in kind."
Ruan Mian felt that he was simply overthinking.
Song Yanan was her childhood sweetheart, he was arrogant and kept to himself.
Naturally, he loved her as she was, not as a married woman.
Ruan Mian raised his face: "Huainan, you are tired, go and take a rest."
Lu Huainan's heavy blow hit the cotton.
He originally thought that when she heard Song Yanan's name, she would confront him like she did before, gnashing her teeth and hissing at him, but she was so calm that he couldn't figure it out.
"Lu Huai..."
Lu Huainan was like a torrent, kissing and biting her just to make her angry.
Ruan Mian was in a hurry. There was an open wardrobe behind her. She bent down and sat in the wardrobe.
Her instinct was to get up, but her legs were squeezed into the closet drawer.
Lu Huainan's face approached.
The wardrobe is spacious enough for two people.
He pinched her arm with one hand and breathed teasingly: "Do you still remember?"
She was pressed into the closet, her vision was dark, and all the light in front of her was blocked by him.
Lu Huainan's generous palms stretched from her shoulders to her back, and there were scattered clothes on her head. Her hands could not find any support, and their palms were empty.
The man's fingers clasped her palm.
Lu Huainan's lips crossed all the way, and Ruan Mian was forced to the corner of the cabinet.
Her breath was disordered: "The jade was taken away by Lu Xian."
His eyes were filled with lust, and Ruan Mian wanted to divert his attention from this matter.
Lu Huainan didn't accept this trick: "It's just two pieces of jade. If there is something good outside, just give it to him."
"I'm not feeling well today."
"Do you feel uncomfortable physically or mentally, or do you still refuse?"
"Really uncomfortable."
"You've got the money, but you're turning your back on me?"
Eye to eye, after a long time, Ruan Mian said: "I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower."
Lu Huainan didn't let her go quickly. After looking her over, he straightened his back and stood up. He pulled her in and said, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't come out, I'll go in."
Ruan Mian didn't dare to delay after taking a shower.
Lu Huainan sat on the sofa and smoked, staring at his watch to count the time.
He carried her from the master bedroom to the second bedroom, and then from the bathroom to the balcony.
Lu Huainan vented his anger for most of the day.
In the end, Ruan Mian didn't even have the strength to turn over on the bed. She held on to the bedside table and smoked a cigarette: "Miss Fu, how are your arrangements? It's very cold in Dongcheng now, right?"
She watched the news and it was already snowing in Dongcheng.
But when Lu Huainan came back in the morning, he was still wearing a winter suit, which couldn't withstand the cold at all.
There is something special about a woman who smokes afterward.
Ruan Mian's gorgeous face was half covered and half exposed in the white smoke.
"Since when did you care about this?"
Ruan Mian smiled: "People from the south have never seen snow and want to see it."
Lu Huainan stared at her unblinkingly. His eyes were already slender, and no matter how calmly he stared at her, there was always a sense of danger: "You'd better put away your little thoughts."
She looked serious and said seriously: "I hit her so hard, not to mention her pain, my hand still hurts!"
"What happened to your hand?"
Ruan Mian looked back and said, "It's hot."
"How did it get hot?"
"The water is scalding."
"Being scalded by water for no reason?"
Ruan Mian had a headache and was tired of his inexplicable stubbornness: "In the past, you didn't care where I died. It was just burning my hands. Why do you care so much?"
