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How could it be, how could he be immersed in that man's kiss, if Aunt Li hadn't happened to come and interrupt all of this, it would be unimaginable that things would go on as they were just now.

Fu Shuhua involuntarily stretched out his hand to caress the lips that seemed to still carry Duan Xiaolou's breath, and his heart was in a state of confusion for a while.

Duan Xiaolou didn't realize it because he was drunk, maybe he didn't even know what he was doing, but he was different, he was sober from beginning to end, why didn't he push her away from the beginning, and even took the initiative later... Taking the initiative to cater to her, could it be that he treats her...to Xiaolou really differently...

What am I doing, the other party is a woman like me, how can I have such shocking feelings for her, my heart sank.Fu Shuhua bit his lower lip until it turned white, and he was at a loss for what to do in his mind.

"I'm thirsty..." Duan Xiaolou, who was pouting unhappy, protested. He clearly felt that he drank water just now, but before he could quench his thirst, the sweetness pushed him away and broke out of his embrace. Duan Xiaolou started to complain with a stinky face after thinking about it.

Hearing this, Fu Shuhua twisted the veil with a pale face, turned Duan Xiaolou's dissatisfied face to himself, and gently wiped the sweat oozing from her forehead.

It was the face in front of me that saved me from fire and water, gave me warmth, gave me support, and gave me the courage to live again.Thinking about the little things he got along with Duan Xiaolou, Fu Shuhua's nose was sour, and his eyes felt hot.

I really can't bear this person's embrace and her warmth, but I know it's wrong to go on like this, and I have to let go, but as long as I think about deliberately keeping a distance from Duan Xiaolou in the future, Fu Shuhua's heart aches so much that he can't restrain himself.

Tell yourself that this is the last time, it’s really only this time, and enjoy the beauty that makes me greedy for the last time, after this time, I will let go, let Duan Xiaolou go, and let me go...

Gently stroking the familiar eyebrows and eyes in front of him, engraving its outline on his heart one by one, Fu Shuhua's heart was twisted like a knife, he never thought that when he understood his mind, it was also the moment when he had to let go.

Fu Shuhua smiled tearfully and smoothed Duan Xiaolou's frowning brows, leaned forward and kissed the corner of her pouting mouth, tears fell like rain in an instant.

This kiss was full of determination, full of indulgence like a storm, and seemed to imprint this kiss on my heart...

Duan Xiaolou finally felt the sweetness that made him linger in his dreams again, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took Fu Shuhua into his arms, turning his back on the guest and began to enjoy this wonderful kiss.

Doing intimate things with the one you love should be sweet, but Fu Shuhua's chest is full of endless despair, responding to Duan Xiaolou's predatory entanglement, even if you close your eyes, you can feel the tears winding down your cheeks It flowed straight down into the corners of the lips where the two of them joined together, mouth full of bitterness.

The cold and wet face made Duan Xiaolou feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but he felt that it was not like the dense pavement of rainwater, nor did it feel like being wet with clear water. This wetness only made people feel sad and let himself Distressed.

Duan Xiaolou took the initiative to part his exploring lips, looked at the tears on Fu Shuhua's face suspiciously, frowned, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Fu Shuhua's eyelashes with his thumb, Duan Xiaolou looked at the sobbing Fu Shuhua and felt his heart It was also trembling with her sobs.

He gently hugged Fu Shuhua in his arms, rubbed her forehead with his chin, and patted Fu Shuhua's back with one hand, "Hey, don't cry...don't cry, I'm here." Lovingly kissed Fu Shuhua between the eyebrows , Duan Xiaolou watched Fu Shuhua cry, his heart almost melted.

Enjoying Duan Xiaolou's gentle coaxing, Fu Shuhua felt even more desolate, crying out of the corner of his mouth, unable to stop.Grabbing the cloth on Duan Xiaolou's shoulder with his backhand, Fu Shuhua gritted his teeth and tried hard not to cry again.

Father, mother, what should Shuer do?

No matter how reluctant, no matter how unwilling to let go, Fu Shuhua's rationality finally prevailed.

Withdrawing her tears, she sat up from Duan Xiaolou's arms, put away her handkerchief and walked back to the table.Wiping off the remaining tears on her face, she returned to Duan Xiaolou's side,

"Stretch out your hand," even though the tears had been dealt with cleanly, the thick nasal voice still betrayed Fu Shuhua.Duan Xiaolou stretched out his hand like a good baby, and Ren Fu Shuhua helped her clean her face and wipe her hands again.

After a brief tidying up, Duan Xiaolou's upper and lower eyelids were already fighting, and he couldn't even open his eyes.Sighing faintly in his heart, he simply helped Duan Xiaolou take off his coat, helped her to lie down, Fu Shuhua turned off the light, went to bed and lay on his side next to Duan Xiaolou, after he closed his eyes, he heard the even voice of the person beside him. Breathing.

Tears poured out again, Fu Shuhua put the back of his hand on his eye socket and bit his lip, crying silently, just like that, a rusty smell permeated his mouth...

I don't know how long it's been like this, maybe it's because all the tears have been shed, Fu Shuhua finally fell into a deep sleep with his back to Duan Xiaolou...

Parents' cold bodies, scattered suicide notes, and Shen Hao's ferocious face, these are like a big stone pressing on Fu Shuhua's chest, making her unable to breathe. A familiar voice always echoes in her ears, "Will you come with me?" Follow me Go...Follow me... Fu Shuhua was sweating profusely, wanting to answer that voice, I am willing, I am willing, but that voice is getting softer and farther away...

Fu Shuhua tried his best to chase the voice, and when he was about to see the face of the owner of the voice, Duan Xiaolou's face jumped out, blushing and said "I'm thirsty" and kissed himself, Fu Shuhua closed his mouth The eyes wanted to meet him, but this face suddenly turned into Shen Hao's. Fu Shuhua was shocked and wanted to push him away, so he opened his eyes in such agitation.

Fortunately, all of this was just a dream. I still had lingering fears about the last scene of the dream, so I took a breath, and Fu Shuhua relaxed and lay down.

What came into view from the side was Duan Xiaolou's sleeping face close at hand. Surprised, Fu Shuhua first stepped back naturally, and after careful perception, he realized that his whole body was nestled in Duan Xiaolou's arms, held tightly by her. Holding her arms, Fu Shuhua's face turned red.

Looking at this person's flushed sleeping face, everything that happened last night came out like a tide.Fu Shuhua's expression darkened, thinking of the entanglement of the night, and touching the scars on his lips, Fu Shuhua took a deep breath and made up his mind, took Duan Xiaolou's arm away from him, got up and got out of bed.

With her hair tied up loosely, she hugged Xue'er to the pillow, glanced at Duan Xiaolou who was sleeping soundly, helped her tuck the quilt up, picked up the tub and gently pushed the door open and went out.

The sky was slightly bright, but it was time for the farmers to get up and work. The cool wind in the yard blew away Fu Shuhua's thoughts and calmed down her restless heart.Stretching out his hand to brush the hair hanging from his ears, Fu Shuhua went straight to the well to fetch water to wash. Aunt Li who got up earlier than her had already seen her and greeted her. look at her

"I must have been exhausted last night."

Fu Shuhua didn't understand, so he nodded, "Tsk tsk tsk... I can't tell that this guy looks gentle but is also a noisy master, so he doesn't know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic."

Fu Shuhua: "..."

"I'm sorry you're not good, I'll talk about him for you later, it's not easy for us outsiders to say anything about your husband and wife, but it really shouldn't have bitten your lips, look at your haggard little face , the eyes are all swollen, I'm afraid I didn't sleep much all night, don't worry, ma'am will cook some eggs later, and the swelling will subside after a while after you apply it."

Aunt Li was still talking, knowing that she misunderstood that she was with Duan Xiaolou last night because of the scar on her lip... Fu Shuhua couldn't explain it, he just lowered his head and stared at Xia Ran's cheeks on the tip of his toes.

After washing up, the aunt helped breakfast in the kitchen, thinking to herself how to explain to Duan Xiaolou everything about last night after she woke up.Although Duan Xiaolou was drunk last night, it doesn't mean she doesn't remember those things.

Thinking of Duan Xiaolou's lingering kiss with him last night, and the initiative behind him, Fu Shuhua's face was about to burn. Fortunately, the fire in the stove was burning brightly, covering up Fu Shuhua's uncomfortable expression.

"Hmm..." Duan Xiaolou felt a splitting headache after waking up, and slowly steadied his body and sat up.Not long after Fu Shuhua got up, Duan Xiaolou lost the nephrite jade in his arms and woke up slowly from a sleepy sleep.

Glancing at Xue'er who had woken up and was licking the snow-white fur on her little paws on the ground that belonged to Fu Shuhua, Duan Xiaolou's face lost all blood.

She didn't forget everything about last night. She still remembered sister Fu asking herself which one was better-looking, she or Master, but she couldn't remember how she answered.But that's not the point, the frozen picture in Duan Xiaolou's mind is the moment when he kissed Fu Shuhua, and the wetness on Fu Shuhua's face behind him was tears, because he bullied Sister Fu and made her cry.

Duan Xiaolou squeezed the corner of the quilt with both hands and creaked, his face was pale.

What to do, Sister Fu must hate herself to death, otherwise she wouldn't cry so sadly, just thinking about Duan Xiaolou's heart hurts.

No, I have to find her.Regardless of his disheveled clothes, Duan Xiaolou threw off the quilt and stumbled out the door.

The porridge on the stove was ready, Aunt Li wrapped two eggs in a cloth and handed them to Fu Shuhua, who was lost in thought, and gave her an annoyed look, probably thinking about herself in this distraught look. As for the husband, he really hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

"You too, Brother Duan doesn't know how to restrain himself, you still let him torment yourself like this," the aunt even trained Fu Shuhua.

Fu Shuhua was about to answer the conversation when a panting figure outside the door interrupted their conversation.