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The narrow compartment was filled with the smell of alcohol, Luo Zhiwen's heart beat violently the moment the door opened.

He closed the door boldly, and called out tentatively: "Feng Qingzhu?"

It stands to reason that it is okay to call her husband.

It's just that their relationship is not as good as that of strangers.

Feng Qingzhu's low voice came from the back seat: "What are you doing here?"

The tone was cold and resentful.

Luo Zhiwen replied tremblingly: "Qian Shan said that you were..."

He was still afraid, afraid of making the person he loved unhappy, afraid that his decision would make him sick.

"Get out!" Feng Qingzhu's roar made him fall directly on the seat, and his heart sank to the bottom.

But Luo Zhiwen gritted his teeth and moved closer, he touched Feng Qingzhu's hot hand.The slender hands were curled up, the palms were full of sweat, and he held them without thinking.

"I call you..." Feng Qingzhu froze, trying to push Luo Zhiwen away, but before he could say the word "roll", he smelled a faint fragrance.

He promised himself to be restrained, to face any temptation in the mall without changing his face, and to turn away without changing his face. Only this faint fragrance... probably smells like shower gel, a very slight lily fragrance, but it doesn't look like... Feng Qingzhu soon lost his mind to think about the problem, because Luo Zhiwen's cold hand had already climbed up his wrist.

Carefully, with a hint of flattery.

"Feng Qingzhu, let me help you." Luo Zhiwen leaned over and touched Feng Qingzhu's face tremblingly, "I know you don't like me, but... But Qian Shan said, you can't be sent to the hospital , this medicine is powerful, and I am your legal husband, so I can... I can help you."

Feng Qingzhu didn't have the strength to push Luo Zhiwen away, the sweet smell emanated from Luo Zhiwen's body, desperately piercing into his nose, even if he held his breath, the sweet smell could flow down the pores Infiltrate.

Feng Qingzhu's proud self-control quickly collapsed, and in the memories that emerged in his mind, there was a young man in a long gown who was walking further and further away.

Then soon, the scene changed, the young man changed into a cheongsam with his back facing him, his slender waist turned into a piece of high-quality suet jade in the hazy light, emitting a radiant light.

Feng Qingzhu's hand fell on Luo Zhiwen's waist uncontrollably, and then he murmured in pain: "Awen..."

Yes, that person's name is Awen.

Feng Qingzhu remembered their love in the war-torn era, remembered his unwillingness to die, and also remembered Ah Wen's determination to walk into the raging fire and throw himself on his rotten coffin.

Ah Wen, Ah Wen.

His Awen.

What does it look like?

Because of this call, Luo Zhiwen's eyes lit up with flames: "Brother Feng."

"Awen..."

"Brother Feng." Luo Zhiwen knew that Feng Qingzhu was not calling him at all, so he still kissed him with tears in his eyes.

Lips pressed together, countless memories rushed in, and then scattered and fled like a receding tide in the fiery panting.

Luo Zhiwen opened his mouth blankly, feeling like he remembered something and forgot something, although the face in front of him was blurred in the darkness, but it was so clear.

The moment Feng Qingzhu kissed him, he couldn't control it anymore.

In order to take down Feng Qingzhu, Mi Wen took a real amount of medicine, but she couldn't bear it for so long if she changed someone else.

But anyway, that's the limit.

Like a wild beast, Feng Qingzhu brutally tore Luo Zhiwen's pajamas, and in his memory, as soon as his snow-white skin was exposed to the moonlight, he went crazy.

There is a beast in everyone's heart, and Feng Qingzhu, the beast, is crazy only for Ah Wen.

And Luo Zhiwen closed his eyes in horror the moment his clothes were torn apart.

Before he married Feng Qingzhu, he thought about this matter.

It's normal to think about it between husband and wife.

What's more, he is still an ugly monster with scars on his face. After finally marrying his sweetheart, he misses it even more.

Luo Zhiwen was used to being cold-eyed and discriminated against, but only in Feng Qingzhu's place could he find a trace of comfort.

Because Feng Qingzhu's indifference to him was never because of his face, but simply because of him.

Luo Zhiwen hugged a trace of sweetness sadly and lasted for three years.

But now, he couldn't hold on any longer, especially when Feng Qingzhu was touching him like crazy, but calling another person's name.

The same voice, the same name, but unfortunately that person will never be him.

Why? !

Perhaps it was because of his patience that he had reached the limit, Luo Zhiwen finally became resentful.

He pushed away Feng Qingzhu who had red eyes, and curled up tremblingly in the seat.

The old people often say that after walking across the Naihe Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, the past is like a dream. No matter how loving a couple is, they will be passers-by in their next life.

Then how much effort did he spend trying to remember the face in front of him?

He loves to the bottom of his heart, even turning into ashes, he doesn't want to forget the face in front of him.

But why? !

Why doesn't Feng Qingzhu remember him?

Luo Zhiwen thought about it, his eyes turned red.

He didn't blame Feng Qingzhu in front of him who didn't remember anything, he blamed Feng Qingzhu who couldn't remember anything after drinking Mengpo soup.

"Feng Qingzhu who didn't remember anything" managed to recover his consciousness, panting under his throat.

Then he called again: "Awen."

Luo Zhiwen curled up without saying a word, really wanted to leave her nominal husband in the car to fend for herself.

"Awen." But, there was another sound.

Luo Zhiwen felt that Feng Qingzhu's voice was like a carving knife, which mercilessly carved a mark on his soul, the sharp point of the knife sliced ​​open his chest, and pierced straight into his heart.

"Brother Feng," Luo Zhiwen turned his head, staring fixedly at the man in suit and leather shoes, "Look at me."

A cloud floated outside the window, covering the moonlight and Feng Qing's bamboo wolf-like eyes.

Luo Zhiwen smiled wryly: "Forget it... Maybe I owed you in my previous life?"

After saying that, he made up his mind and bound Qingzhu into his arms again.

Luo Zhiwen didn't see Feng Qingzhu clearly, but Feng Qingzhu saw Luo Zhiwen's face clearly for the first time after three years of marriage.

Everyone who knew him praised him for his filial piety. If Mr. Feng wanted him to marry an ugly monster with a scar on his face, he would marry an ugly monster with a scar on his face.

In fact, they didn't know, Feng Qingzhu just didn't care.

She doesn't care who Luo Zhiwen is, doesn't care whether his face has scars or not.

It wasn't until today that he realized that Luo Zhiwen was pretty.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, light and elegant, and even the scars on her cheeks can't hide her handsomeness.

For some reason, Feng Qingzhu's heart shook violently.

It's like... It's like seeing Awen.

Feng Qingzhu was startled by his own thoughts, before he could think about it, Luo Zhiwen rushed forward.

The clothes on Luo Zhiwen's body were already in strips, her slender legs were shyly wrapped around Feng Qingzhu's waist, her buttocks shyly fell down, shaking left and right, but Feng Qingzhu saw the underwear.

The underwear is the most basic style, even a little childish, and the white cloth outlines a straight arc.

A thought suddenly popped up in Feng Qingzhu's mind, Luo Zhiwen must look good in a cheongsam.

But the one wearing the cheongsam is Ah Wen...

"Brother Feng." Luo Zhiwen didn't know what Feng Qingzhu was thinking, what he was facing was a piece of ice, a piece of wood emitting a cold air.

No matter what, he had to help Feng Qingzhu suppress the effect of the medicine.

The only way he could think of was to kiss.

But Luo Zhiwen couldn't.

When Luo Zhiwen married Feng Qingzhu, he was young and could not register in China, so he could only obtain a certificate in a foreign country, so that old man Feng could feel at ease.

At that time, Luo Zhiwen didn't know that Feng Qingzhu had a white moonlight in his heart, and thought that Feng Qingzhu's indifference to him was because of his age. It wasn't until later, when they got a domestic marriage certificate, that he knew what kind of marriage was waiting for him.

So he can't kiss.

It can be closed to the Qingzhu Club.

That was one of the few warmths deep in his memory.

In that era, it was the most rare and common thing for love to be buried in the flames of war.

His Awen, refused to listen to dissuasion, withdrew from the good marriage arranged by the family, and only waited for his dowry.

Fortunately, Feng Qingzhu could afford it.

The Feng family is one of the most famous families in Jinling. He is rich and knowledgeable, and he led his younger brothers to make a fortune.

It's just that Feng Qingzhu is a literati at heart, no matter how long he has held a gun, he will still take advantage of the moonlight to climb up the wall of Awen's bedroom and give the things he bought to his sweetheart.

Sometimes it's hand cream, sometimes it's a mouth organ with peeling paint.

Unfortunately, he gave Ah Wen all the romance, and at the end, he didn't even see the last one.

The person he puts on the top of his heart, even his closest brother, who he has never met, was buried cleanly in the bottom of his heart amidst the sound of intensive artillery fire.

Feng Qingzhu and Ah Wen only made out once.

At that time, Ah Wen seemed to have sensed something, so he forced him to stay overnight, shyly took off his long gown, and showed him a cheongsam.

The simplest water green, as soon as he got up, Ah Wen wrung out the sparkling water.

As a result, Fengqing Zhuwen's skin fell apart, revealing the wildness of the warrior inside.

At that time, he kissed Awen like he is now.

Feng Qingzhu sucked Luo Zhiwen's lips, tasted that soft tongue, covered the scar on his cheek with his big hand, and suddenly felt a familiar throbbing in his heart.

"Ah... Wen."

A call in the middle of the night, and I don't know who it is.

After all, the efficacy of the medicine overcame reason.

Feng Qingzhu's kiss lasted only a few minutes, as if to numb Luo Zhiwen's vigilance, in the next second, he opened his legs.

There was too little space in the car, and they were very close together.

The smell of wine and shower gel mixed together, accompanied by the sound of heavy panting, and finally they were all drowned in Luo Zhiwen's screams.

Before he fainted, he thought that if he didn't love her, he wouldn't feel pity at all.

There was no lubricating oil and no condoms in the car, so Feng Qingzhu just pulled down his trouser chain with no expression on his face, and inserted it hard.

As if in retaliation for his selfish occupation of the position of his sweetheart, he watched him cry indifferently, clutching the cloth cover on the back of the chair, and swaying in a daze.

The body swayed, and the painful sobbing and heavy breathing were extremely harsh in the night.

Han Qianshan went a long way, covered his ears and faced the wall against the telephone pole, and finally squatted down because of uneasy conscience.

People have relatives and estrangements, he has known Feng Qingzhu since he was a child, and Feng Qingzhu is naturally the first thing he considers when encountering a problem.

What's more, as Feng Qingzhu's brother, he was more or less dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by the family.

Leaving aside the status of the Feng family, let's take Feng Qingzhu himself as an example. He needs to be good-looking and capable. Even if he can't marry the one he loves, he can't marry a man with scars on his face.

Although Luo Zhiwen is good-looking with scars, those who want to stand with Feng Qingzhu can't be so helpless.

So Feng Qingzhu was drugged, and Han Qianshan naturally thought of Luo Zhiwen.

What's wrong with Keluo Wen?

They are all victims of marriage, how innocent.

Furthermore, how gentle can a drugged man be?After hearing the general idea, Han Qianshan turned pale and regretted it too late.

Feng Qingzhu is not gentle at all.

Luo Zhiwen regretted the moment the man poked him in.

He loves Feng Qingzhu so much that he has no self-esteem, and he is willing to be the antidote for blindly being rejected afterwards, but he is also afraid of pain.

I have been afraid since I was a child, it is natural.

He really cried when the other children were given injections, but when they grew up, they had to sniff for a long time even if they had a barb on their finger.

Although the Luo family is not as powerful as the Feng family, they still have money.

Don't look at the scar on Luo Zhiwen's face, his parents have never disliked him.If Feng Qingzhu was a young master when he was a child, Luo Zhiwen would never be worse than him.

Luo Zhiwen has never been so hurt since he was spoiled since he was a child.

He first fainted for a few minutes, then woke up abruptly in pain, clasped Feng Qingzhu's shoulder and groaned: "Brother Feng...Brother Feng, be gentle..."

However, his voice brought back memories of Feng Qingzhu.He saw the swaying bamboo and wooden bed, blowing the summer breeze, and a string of wooden wind chimes jingling above the dormer window.

Ah Wen was not married yet, so he didn't dare to be tender in bed with Feng Qingzhu.

They hid on the bamboo bed that was raised only in hot weather, kissing and stroking at the same time.

The small bed creaked in the annoying sound of cicadas.

He remembered that Arwen said with a smile: "I am wronged... the deputy commander."

The dignified deputy commander hides in the small bed and is gentle. If you tell it, others will make a joke. How can you not be wronged?

But he apologized: "I wronged you."

Why didn't he wrong Awen?

Without eight big sedan chairs, ten miles of red makeup, and even wedding candles, Ah Wen became his own on a small bamboo and wooden bed.

It's not polite.

It is also not in line with Feng Qingzhu's behavior.

But this is Arvin.

His Awen.

On the bed, like a flexible fish, the gentle water surrounds him and hugs him tightly.

The bed was too small, and they would fall if they changed their positions. Awen was terrified, and stuck to him desperately, and then cried out for pain softly.

He always cried out in pain, and was reluctant to let him go.

Feng Qingzhu rolled up his skirt, fearing that the future mother-in-law would find out that they were having an affair, so he reasoned gently and advised him not to call out: "Awen, lift your leg so that I won't hurt you." is you."

Ah Wen doesn't follow, maybe it's too tired.

"You have to be reasonable." Feng Qingzhu gnawed at his slender neck, feeling that the sparrows outside the window were about to be amused, "The ancients said, you learn a lesson from a pit, why don't you remember your lesson?"

Ah Wen covered his eyes with his sweaty arms, his teeth were sore with anger: "Brother Feng, you...you are making fun of me!"

After finishing speaking, I straightened my waist, but I couldn't do it again.

Feng Qingzhu wiped off the turbidity on his legs with a handkerchief, carefully rolled up the hem of the skirt, still smiling, but serious in his words: "Reluctance."

Yes, I couldn't bear it, and in the end I still asked him three times.

Luo Zhiwen shook violently, but it was not because of his pleasure, but because Feng Qingzhu picked him up and pressed him cruelly on his lap.

As if split in half by a soldering iron, he was heaving up and down dying, tears falling drop by drop.

The pain was so bad that my whole body fell apart, and I couldn't speak in pain.

Feng Qingzhu just didn't let him go, hugged him and stabbed him for a long time, then turned over, pressed him on the back of the seat, straightened his waist and thrust him dozens of times.

His complexion was fair, and after being tortured, he was bruised everywhere, and even his lips were bitten out several times.

The effect of the medicine on Feng Qingzhu's body still persisted.

Luo Zhiwen opened his eyes in a daze, feeling that the sky was turning pale, and felt that he saw stars.

He wanted to sleep, but he went in and out there without stopping, and his back was sore. Even if he closed his eyes, he would still be woken up by the hot hands.

It's just that Luo Zhiwen's heart is cold and sober.

Feng Qingzhu doesn't love him.

It's not as sad as it used to be.

Ever since he realized this, Luo Zhiwen resigned to his fate.

In matters of emotion, whoever is tempted loses.

Besides, what happened in the previous life, what would it look like in this life?

Maybe he had a wife in his previous life, sweet and happy, and he was the only one, hiding dirty thoughts, wading across the Wangchuan River, passing the Sansheng Stone, and was punished by Meng Po with a bowl of inferior Meng Po soup .

She said that you, a villain who covets other people's husbands, will never be freed forever.

Then the fire of karma burned up, rolling him into samsara.

Luo Zhiwen was amused by his wild fantasy, and then continued to cry.

Feng Qingzhu pinched his waist, his posture changed from strange to familiar, as if he had practiced it countless times, and he even explored clearly the sensitivity of his body.

Physically, Luo Zhiwen couldn't help ejaculating once, soiling Feng Qingzhu's expensive suit.Normally, he would have been overwhelmed with shock, but now, his legs were drooping, and half of his smooth and jade-like face was filled with a sickly red tide.

He just wanted to kick Feng Qingzhu off his body.

Later, God probably thought he was pitiful, and finally gave him some pleasure, but Luo Zhiwen was too late to be happy, he fell asleep, twitched unconsciously for a long time, soiling Feng Qingzhu's suit again.

Feng Qingzhu still had that indifferent look, only his eyes were burning, and he looked at Luo Zhiwen, as if he was looking at someone else.

He manipulated Luo Zhiwen over and over again, and the joy in his memory came wave after wave.

Awen said: "Brother Feng, don't do it anymore. After we get married, I will do whatever you want."

This is anger from embarrassment, just give him sweet dates!

Ah Wen also said: "Brother Feng, it's useless for you to recite too many poems. I'm swollen there, and I'll be able to walk awkwardly tomorrow, and I'll be noticed."

This is forced to be helpless, sincerely begging!

They were lying on the small bed, their bodies sweating profusely, tangled together like a twisted mess.

He has only one sentence for Ah Wen's softness: "I am happy with you."

I only like you.

Feng Qingzhu woke up with a muffled hum.

The rotten breath rushed towards her face, and the person in her arms was long gone.

He froze for a long time before realizing that he was not in Ah Wen's bedroom.

His Awen is gone.

replaced by……

Feng Qingzhu's complexion changed, and he threw Luo Zhiwen into the seat, ignoring the white turbidity that spewed out when his body was separated, he stopped involuntarily when he opened the car door.

Luo Zhiwen was moaning, weakly, with a nasal sound.

Have you been crying for a long time?

My voice is hoarse.

Feng Qingzhu turned around slowly, took off his suit hesitantly, and covered Luo Zhiwen's shoulders.

In the blurry morning light, Feng Qingzhu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

In a corner that no one saw, there was a dark red old scar.

A small piece of the scar at the corner of Luo Zhiwen's eye was removed, exposing the smooth and jade-like skin underneath.

The author has something to say:

Let's just drink too much water when the big brother crosses the river of forgetfulness.As soon as I opened AO3, the number of words exploded...... I was supposed to finish it with 3w words, but now it seems that I can't finish it, so sad......