His Marriage Partner is Scheming

The rainy night was long and humid.

A film that was neither exciting nor ugly was shown in a distant cinema, and the crisp sound of the audience eating popcorn could be heard from time to time in the dimly lit auditorium, but the golden seat in the center was vacant for a long time.

The movie tickets for two that I bought in advance were forgotten in my pocket, and the opening time passed silently.

The previously mentioned alternatives have never been activated. The game consoles and big screens at home are completely dark, and the living room is deserted and dim. Only one room is lit.

Because there are better things to do at this moment.

In the transparent vase next to the bed in the master bedroom, the roses newly placed in the morning are in full bloom.

The heavy curtains cut off the rain outside the house, but the room was equally hot.

Under the dim light, Chi Xueyan vaguely saw the somewhat familiar velvet box held in the palm of his lover.

That is the third detail of love.

But this time, he no longer asked questions knowingly.

He was dizzy, and during the short rest, he could only vaguely remember that before he went out in the morning, he seemed to have forgotten something.

Due to work needs, he is used to not wearing a ring at work. Even though today is a special day, he couldn't get rid of the habit for a while.

He Qiao didn't remind him.

Probably again on purpose.

Even if Chi Xueyan remembered it by himself, he probably wouldn't find it in the usual place.

He watched the velvet box being opened, and inside was no longer the original pair of rings with simple styles and plain meanings.

It was the wedding rings that they had worn for each other in public at the wedding.

The exquisite ring body is slightly angular, like the shape of a bridge.

Tonight, there are no cheering and applauding guests, and no ring pillows embroidered with roses. There are only lovers who have been married for a year but seem to have just met.

He Qiao lowered his eyebrows and gently pushed the cold ring into his ring finger.

Re-exchange wedding rings.

A wedding ring with true love.

Chi Xueyan also imitated the other party's movements, put on the ring for him, and reminded him with a straight face: "Don't kiss me again."

He's running out of oxygen.

But I didn't hear that voice, which is always gentle and inclusive.

The moist eyes made the serious tone seem very unconvincing.

In the next second, a delicate kiss landed on the fragile neck, passing over the collar of the shirt that was unbuttoned at some point, gradually dyeing the fair skin the color of roses.

Chi Xueyan wanted to beat him up again.

It's just that the fingertips were weak, and the consciousness that had just returned to the cage was swallowed by the sea water again.

There were also unreasonable demands to take advantage of others' danger.

"No going out this weekend."

Chi Xueyan didn't have the energy to raise an objection, thinking in a daze, anyway, there is a typhoon crossing the border, for the sake of safety, it's better to stay at home, and we'll talk about it next week.

As a result, his thoughts seemed to be seen through by a man who knew him very well.

"I can't go even after the typhoon, and I'm not allowed to see him again."

Chi Xueyan felt that this request was very unreasonable, not at all like He Qiao who was usually very reasonable.

He tried to retort: ​​"You clearly know that we are friends, there is no special relationship, just a blind date..."

"We also had a blind date, which is a special relationship."

There was unquestionable stubbornness in the hoarse voice: "Later we got married."

Chi Xueyan glared at him, trying to push away the disturbing palms: "Make trouble for no reason."

The kiss fell next to his bright eyes.

There is not much real anger in the eyes covered with thin water mist.

"You don't have to agree." He Qiao said, "but I don't want you to go."

"What if I really don't agree?"

"Wait until then."

The lover's breath rolled over the neck, eyes, and gently kissed the lips along the cheek.

What can I say after that?

Chi Xueyan, who was completely hypoxic, quickly forgot this.

After finally regaining his breath, he had new questions to ask He Qiao.

"How many things are you hiding?"

He Qiao did have many things to ask him.

Those things that he had thought about alone, the answer was either yes or no.

He asked about everything he cared about but never asked.

"Why at the stag party, after playing that song, do other people ask you that question?"

In the dark bar, after the end of the song, the shouts of former classmates resounded everywhere, and all the flowers and branches were thrown to the most dazzling person on the stage.

Bassist, are you talking about a relationship?

"It was the welcome party in my sophomore year. Just after the performance, a girl I didn't know came up to give flowers. She was so nervous that she couldn't speak, and the students in the audience started to boo her up."

While Chi Xueyan answered patiently, she quietly pulled the pillow over, trying to artificially increase a safe distance.

"At that time, most people didn't know me and couldn't pronounce my name, so they called me like that."

After he explained the origin of that shout in detail, he heard He Qiao asking about the whereabouts of the flowers.

"Did you accept the bouquet?"

He almost didn't react: "Which bouquet of flowers?"

"A girl you don't know came to the stage to send flowers. You remember that she was very nervous."

Chi Xueyan wanted to scold him for being unreasonable again.

"I don't like girls, never have."

"So did you accept it?"

"..."

Feeling the gaze looking down from her body, Chi Xueyan thought for a second, then annoyed him: "I forgot."

He Qiao, who was always staring at him, stopped talking, his eyes darkened.

Chi Xueyan immediately hugged the pillow in his arms defensively.

Her fair face was buried behind the soft down pillow.

I don't want to be hypoxic anymore.

But he forgot that there are many ways to create the illusion of drowning.

The loose white shirt I lent him lost its buttons a little bit, like a gauze curtain blown by the spring breeze, loosely blowing past the blooming roses by the window, dripping through the deep red petals and dark green calyx, light and shadow flowed with it , infiltrate the clear water that has submerged the root system.

Chi Xueyan soon lost her leisurely intention of being annoyed.

In the turbulent heat, the wedding ring she just put on felt extraordinarily vivid to the touch, slightly cool and hard.

Under the overly strong sense, he had no choice but to surrender, and replied intermittently: "I didn't take it...I gave it back to her, and I didn't even touch the bouquet of flowers."

The man looking down at him was still well-dressed, the same couture shirt buttoned to the first button, and the tie had not been removed.

He Qiao is more suitable for wearing this style of shirt than him.

It's just that Chi Xueyan doesn't want to think about it now.

The tide and the words swept over him.

"Since when did you realize that you don't like girls?"

"Forgot..." the completely lost man murmured, "I really forgot."

Physiological tears slid into the gorgeous hair, leaving seemingly invisible traces of moisture on the side of the pillow.

Subconsciously, he knew the reason why the other party cared, so he added softly instinctively: "It's not because I was attracted to others, I have never liked other people."

Gradually, he felt tired of talking now, so he frowned and resisted: "...I don't want to answer any more questions, He Qiao."

The kiss that fell again gently pecked away the tears on his cheeks.

"good."

He Qiao didn't ask anymore.

He starts with statements that don't require an answer.

"The prenuptial agreement is going to be voided, and you'll have a lot of papers to sign after that."

He doesn't want to be independent of the property that is clearly defined.

He wants to write each other's names together.

Then there is another relationship that grows and entangles, and separation becomes a more troublesome thing.

"Next year's birthday will be Valentine's Day."

I don't want to interfere with each other's private life anymore.

He wants a valentine with just each other.

Then the next Valentine's Day, and the next...every birthday that the other party had arranged alone.

In the statement that did not require an answer, Chi Xueyan was surrounded by breath and voice, her clear eyes became thick and drunk, and her slender fingers uncontrollably grasped the bed sheet under her body.

The sudden burst of fireworks took away all his consciousness.

Until the calmness is restored little by little in the warm embrace of the lover.

When the former flamboyant person came to his senses, he didn't reject every word he just said.

The broken hair on his forehead was wet with fine sweat, but he showed a lazy look, like the unpredictable wind.

He Qiao hugged him and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

The person in his arms said in a normal tone, "I'm thinking about getting a divorce."

The arms around him tightened suddenly.

He Qiao knew that Chi Xueyan's words were always surprising, and he also knew that it shouldn't be that way.

But before these two words, he couldn't be rational and calm.

"Chi Xueyan, I love you."

He finally said it to him for the first time.

Use instincts that don't need to be drawn by consciousness.

The person in his arms laughed, and his fingers gently climbed up his neckline: "I love you too, don't look at me with that look."

"I don't want to divorce you, I'm just thinking about the marriage certificate."

The marriage certificate that was stamped with a steel seal three hundred and sixty-five days ago, one for each person.

"Can you just change the photo? The blue background of the marriage certificate photo seems to be a bit regrettable."

It wasn't until now that Chi Xueyan understood why his father, who saw the marriage certificate at that time, would worry about the background of the photo.

—How can the marriage certificate photo have a blue background? It should be the red color that he owned when he and his beloved wife got married that year.

The strongest, most marriageable red.

Love is about making people care about such tiny details.

Scattered in every part of life, trivial but unforgettable care.

In his light tone, He Qiao finally found his breath.

"But that can't be a redhead."

He still remembers the reason for changing the background color.

Chi Xueyan thought of it belatedly, and frowned somewhat annoyedly, not thinking of a good solution for a while.

"...Never mind, let's talk about it next time."

He climbed up with his fingertips deliberately, skillfully loosened the tie that he had tied before going out that morning, and undid the top button of the shirt, freeing his lover who was close at hand from the tight bondage.

Unknowingly, he became less decent, and he has been upset for a long time seeing this overly decent tie.

In the more profound blending, Chi Xueyan traced the other party's eyebrows and eyes with once again absent-minded eyes, trying not to make the question thrown back look too broken.

"what's on your mind?"

"I'm thinking about Valentine's Day." He Qiao's voice was almost inaudible, "with you."

In the already sinking night, the roses in full bloom suddenly trembled, and the crimson petals fell silently to the side of the bed.

The sound of rain outside the window is still there, drawing an endless ending to this night.

Time turns into a bubble, the fish tail decides to swim to the coral; butterflies fly over the storm, strangers meet at the corner of the street; bridges cross the ocean, and the land finally reunites with the island.

During the long and endless journey, the rose secretly fell in love with the dusk, the cactus kissed the ice cream, the maple leaf missed the autumn, and the Christmas tree was waiting for Valentine's Day.

And I love you.

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