C5

He's going to kiss me

Cheng Ruojun squatted down and looked at me in the eyes. The look in his eyes was very deep and deep, but he actually wasn't ugly, because he had lived like a playboy since he was young, but he did not dislike me. Back then, when he was chasing me, he had many different appearances, and the young master who did not touch any Yang Spring Water was even willing to cook for me.

Cheng Ruojun was getting impatient, and said, "Aren't you unable to give birth? I promise you, when she has a baby, she'll move out of the house. "

"Sigh." Sister Guo replied happily.

Ye Hanqiu held onto Du Lirong's clothes, and said bashfully, "How can I use such words to urge you? I was even willing to drink from her like water, I have liked her since I was young, but unfortunately, if you don't even look at me, I won't be able to have a child for you now." In the end, she gave Cheng Ruojun a flirtatious glance.

"How come I don't know?" Cheng Ruojun said with a smile.

I looked at it all as if they were a family, and I was just as superfluous as I was at home

I stood up, my feet aching, tears streaming down my face. I backed away, step by step.

I had already expected Cheng Ruojun to change, but I didn't expect him to change so quickly and so ruthlessly.

"Xiao Rou, where are you going?" When Cheng Ruojun called out to me, his face was anxious, but Du Lirong and Ye Hanqiu, and even the Sister Guo, had faces full of ridicule.

I slowly let go of Cheng Ruojun's hand and said, "Let me calm down, don't worry about me."

"Xiao Rou!" Cheng Ruojun came forward to hug me, but the warm embrace that he once gave me was now so unfamiliar.

"Don't touch me. Let me be quiet!"

I stepped back from the house and looked up at it. I still remembered how happy my parents had been when we got married, and how they'd invited all the poor relatives in the country, proudly showing off a row of gold bracelets.

My family has always held me back.

I walked to the bakery room, where I could get the quiet I hadn't seen in a long time.

I opened the door to the bakery room. It was dark inside, and by moonlight I went upstairs and sat on the windowsill with my toasted chocolate in my mouth and my head against the cold glass. The stars were so bright and beautiful outside the window, but they were so far away from me.

My life was the opposite of happiness. I had lived for twenty-five years and had never been happy, and I had rarely thought about it before, but on this sad night, this pain that I had locked away in the depths of my brain came flooding in like a tide.

I never expected anyone to save me. No one would save me.

I buried my head in my knees and let my tears soak through my clothes, making me cry. I was not allowed to cry anywhere else.

At that moment, the door opened and I looked in surprise to see him standing there with the flashlight. In the dim light, he was looking at me, a smile on his face.

I couldn't help covering my face with my hand, not wanting him to see my swollen eyes. I was embarrassed enough with him today.

"Get out." I didn't want him to find out he was crying, but the nasal voice betrayed me.

He stood where he was, looking at me, and I couldn't see his face in the shadows.

"You shouldn't have come here!" I said again, my voice calmer this time, but my heart was getting more and more flustered. There were only the two of us here, and I hadn't forgotten that we were having an affair this afternoon, that he wasn't going out yet, that he wanted to do something to me.

"Out..." I was about to warn him again when I heard him laugh.

I didn't know what he meant.

The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, as if I was hiding here and crying for something very funny.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him.

He stopped laughing and walked toward me, ignoring the warning I had just given him.

"Don't come near me!" I stepped back, but behind me was the cold glass, and now I was afraid and ashamed.

When he was two steps away from me, he stopped and turned off the flashlight. In the darkness, he gently said, "Happy birthday to you, Miss Jiang." His voice was low and gentle. "I mean no harm." The current him was very different from the day.

"Thank you." I paused, then put my head back in my lap again and said tiredly, "Why are you here so late?"

When the flashlight was turned off, the moon shone unreservedly through the triangular window, and I could see his face, which was even more handsome in the darkness.

"I'm doing odd jobs at Sister Cheng's place. I was cleaning up the warehouse and she suspects that there are rats inside."

"Then continue organizing." "I want to be quiet."

I think most people leave when they hear that, but he doesn't.

"Are you going to divorce your husband?" he asked me.

"No." "That's not the question you should ask." My tone was a little harsh.

He came close to me again, and he looked me straight in the eye, deep, with something that frightened me a little, and at that moment something inside me was growing crazily, and I vaguely knew what it was.

He stared at me, and the look in his eyes made me panic. I held on to the window frame, but I didn't dare to lean too close to the window because I was afraid the window would open and I would fall straight out.

"Is that how you're going to live?" "Every time he suffers, he comes here to cry, and then he goes back to being his good wife."

"Then what can I do?" His taunts angered me, and I couldn't help but say, "I can't leave the Cheng family. My parents and brother need the Cheng family's support."

"Is that so?" He answered lightly, "As long as you are happy." The sarcasm in his voice deepened.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Since you don't want a divorce and you feel that your life is miserable, how about finding a lover?" He was so close to me that I could see my reflection in his pupils.

"You … What are you talking about? " His words made me feel ashamed. "What kind of woman do you take me for, what kind of casual woman do you think I am?"

He laughed again, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, and said, "What do you get for the husband you cheated on? A faithful and unyielding memorial? I'm just giving you a way to be happy. Have you tried any other men besides your husband? There are so many men in this world, many more handsome and stronger than your husband. Are you really willing to guard an empty pillow by yourself? Your husband doesn't seem to be the type to be worried. "

"Want to try?" His voice, he said, was like a rich dark chocolate, intoxicating. He was younger than me, but he was the one who had the initiative.

I reached out to try to push him away, but he didn't move. It was as if I was scratching him.

"You don't understand." I said, "I'm not qualified." I paused for a moment before continuing, "I have already decided, I will not leave Cheng Ruojun's home, our home." And I've tried other men. I swallowed my last words.

The boy reached out his other hand and grabbed my chin. He forced me to look him in the eye, which was very strange, very irritable, very urgent, just like any sexual assault, but his eyes were very clear, and he looked at me very seriously, as if he was describing my face in detail with his eyes. This gentleness surprised me, I had never seen such a look in Cheng Ruojun's eyes before.

I was stunned by the look in his eyes, my back pressed against the glass, the night air coming in through the cracks in the window. It was cold, but I was sweating all over, and my breath was coming fast from the tension, and my cheeks were burning, and I would not admit that it was from shyness, perhaps excitement.

His face dropped, and I saw his dark eyes, his long eyelashes, the fine down of his cheeks, and I wanted to scream, but the sound seemed to have been stolen.

I watched him get closer and closer, but I couldn't free myself from his grip, so I pressed my lips together as if I were facing death.

He was about to kiss her.

My heart thumped like a drum. It was hard for me to breathe. I felt like I was going to faint.