Dating After Divorce

The hotel room is big and clean, but it's cold and doesn't feel like home.

For five years, I haven't been in the same room with Luo Zhen as they are now.

Ning Rou's heart was beating wildly, and she stood at the door for several minutes without going in. Because of her nervousness, her moist and bright pupils shrank slightly, like a frightened deer.

The headlights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn. Looking in from the entrance, only a faint yellow light could be seen.

Like the warm afterglow of the setting sun, it fell from the bedside, enveloping the woman on the bed.

The white quilt fell to the ground along the foot of the bed, and half of the slender and soft attractive waist was exposed from the pajamas, which could be vaguely glimpsed. The color of the skin was a beautiful and attractive pink.

Across the half wall, the light was a little dim, and Ning Rou couldn't see it clearly.

She was still hesitating whether to go over, when the woman on the bed suddenly moved, and then a slender, white arm protruded out of the quilt, groping at random on the small table beside the bed.

It seems that he wants to drink water.

Ning Rou saw this scene in her eyes, her lips loosened slightly, and she was inexplicably breathless.

The heart is so chaotic, but the body is extraordinarily honest.

When he came back to his senses, the man had come to the bed and picked up the water glass that the woman wanted.

The air conditioner is turned on in the room, the water in the cup was poured two hours ago, and it is cold now.

Ning Rou held the cup in her hand and used the small yellow light by the bed to see the items on the table clearly.

There were not many things, but she knew them all—not only snow cream, oral liquid, and pills for allergies, but also a few dry and wrinkled red bills under the phone.

It was the money she supplied to Luo Fanxing yesterday.

For no reason, the guilt and self-blame in my heart all poured out.

The air vent of the air conditioner was facing the bed, and the cold air kept spraying out, bringing a slight whirring sound.

Ning Rou stood in front of the bed for a while, her back felt cold.

She didn't dare to look at the things on the table anymore, she turned around and wanted to change the water in the cup to hot water, but unfortunately, before she took a half step, the corner of her shirt was pinched by five slender white fingers.

The strength of the woman's fingertips was very strong, and she trembled in fright in an instant, and stopped directly—

Luo Zhen woke up.

Realizing this, she instantly remembered the last awkward meeting between the two of them, and remembered Luo Zhen's red-eyed questioning over and over again, who is the child's father.

Shouldn't have come, shouldn't have rushed over as if Luo Zhen was ill and lost his mind.

Ning Rou's cheeks turned white, and she held the water cup tightly in her palm. Her forearm trembled slightly, and the cold water in the cup kept shaking. After a while, the pink round fingertips were wetted by the dripping water beads. , leaving a thin water mark.

There was no sound around, it was too quiet, so quiet that it made people panic.

Ning Rou didn't start, her whole face was buried in the shadows, and she never dared to look back.

It wasn't until a hoarse and soft call came from behind her that her body trembled slightly—

"Softly."

Intimate and natural tone, with some soft grievances hidden in it, a title she didn't dare to ask for when she was dreaming.

No one has ever called her so tenderly, except Luo Zhen.

Time passed by, and the water in the cup swayed more and more.

Ning Rou bit her lip, in addition to the uneasy look on her expression, there was a faint hint of timidity in her expression.

Everyone is here, and it's too late to escape.

She turned her head, and when she landed, her eyes just collided with the woman's, and her breathing suddenly stagnant.

Luo Zhen's eyes were confused and hazy, as if he was sick and confused, but also as if he hadn't woken up.

Ning Rou's heart skipped a beat, and she saw that Luo Zhen at this moment regarded her as the Ning Rou of five years ago, the docile, obedient Ning Rou who was neither pregnant nor divorced.

She was a little uncomfortable and didn't dare to think about whether Luo Zhen thought it was in a dream, that's why she called her 'rourou' so gently.

The atmosphere was a little cold for no reason.

Luo Zhen's eyes were blurred, the skin on her cheek was slightly pink, itchy and painful. She subconsciously stretched out her other hand and couldn't help but want to scratch her cheek.

The more severe the allergy, the more itchy the skin, and the more difficult it is to heal.

Seeing that she had forgotten the doctor's warning, Ning Rou became more and more certain that she was not really awake.

Seeing that Luo Zhen's fingertips were about to fall to her face, she couldn't care about anything else, she put the water glass back on the table, and then held the cold hand in her hand.

The itchiness of the cheek meat was getting heavier and heavier, making it unbearable.

Luo Zhen was lying on the bed, with a touch of red at the end of his eyes because of the pain, his eyes were a little innocent and a little dissatisfied, his long black curly hair covered the pillow, and a few strands of restless hair slid down against his collarbone, and finally stopped in his pajamas. On the perfect circle deep in the neckline, at a glance, the whole person reveals a messy and depraved desire.

Ning Rou looked at the beautiful and moving face, her throat moved unconsciously, not only her face was red, her ears were also covered with a layer of powder.

Her desires have never been strong, and her needs are less than ordinary people. In the third year of their cohabitation, Luo Zhen took the initiative in every intimacy.

She hasn't done that kind of thing since the divorce.

Unexpectedly, under this kind of circumstances today, I have unreasonable thoughts about Luo Zhen. In my mind, I even remembered the painful and wonderful tastes that Luo Zhen had brought her.

She felt embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

After a long while, he shook his head, as if talking to Ning Baobao, and coaxed patiently in a soft voice.

"Don't scratch, it will bleed."

"I'll pour some hot water. You take the medicine and it won't itch, okay?"

The hands of the two were not separated, but still held together.

Luo Zhen blinked, but did not speak, his eyes could not see the waves, and he stared at Ning Rou obsessively.

Ning Rou, who had given birth, was obviously more gentle than five years ago.

This kind of tenderness makes Luo Zhen fascinated and nostalgic.

Until Ning Rou got up and left, she was still reluctant to take her eyes back.

Luo Zhen, who is sick, is like a child, very obedient and easy to coax.

Ning Rou just smiled and touched her face, and she ate all the medicine obediently.

Before the snow cream could be wiped, the medicinal properties came up, and after a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

This kind of obedience makes people relax and lose their vigilance.

Ning Rouan sat quietly beside the bed, letting Luo Zhen fall asleep holding her hand.

At this moment, she seems to have returned to five years ago, back to the happiest time for the two of them.

Even if she knew that Luo Zhen's closeness to herself was just the confusion of consciousness caused by illness, she still fell into it uncontrollably.

Thirty minutes have passed since Luo Fanxing left.

Don't you say you can get a bowl and come back? Why is it taking so long?

Ning Rou pursed her lips and saw that Luo Zhen was asleep, took out her old mobile phone from her pocket, opened it and looked at it.

Her mobile phone is not a popular smart phone, but an old-fashioned phone that people of the grandparents' generation love to use. The only function is to make calls and check the time.

She didn't recognize Chinese characters, but she could recognize letters and numbers. After pressing the shortcut key to call up the address book, she turned to the last phone number, and the note on it was [10].

This was the tenth call on her phone, Luo Fanxing's phone number, which she had saved before she came.

Unfortunately, after dialing, no one answered.

Ning Rou had no choice but to wait.

Even in her sleep, Luo Zhen refused to let go of her hand.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too good that she started to feel sleepy.

But the patient didn't wake up, she didn't dare to really fall asleep, she could only resist the drowsiness and stay by the side.

Another half an hour passed, and Luo Fanxing still didn't come back.

The warm yellow light on the head of the bed made me drowsy.

Ning Rou squinted her eyes, her consciousness was hazy, the hand that was held tightly was suddenly released.

Before she could return to her senses, the moment she opened her eyes, a low and indifferent voice sounded in her ears.

In a word, let her wake up completely from this false beauty—

"Why are you here"

"Where's Luo Fanxing?"

The woman's eyes were undisguised and cold.

Ning Rou just glanced at it, then stood up from the bed immediately and stumbled back a few steps.

She thought, Luo Zhen must hate her now.

"me…"

"I am sorry…"

Under such circumstances, she was so nervous that she couldn't even speak, he hesitated for a long time, and finally only said the word "sorry".

Luo Zhen frowned when he heard the sound, his face even more ugly.

"Where is Luo Fanxing?"

Still the same question, but the sound is even colder.

Ning Rou was a little scared, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

After a long time, he bit his lip and shook his head.

"I don't know, she went out."

The air fell silent, and no one spoke.

Luo Zhen lowered his eyes, looked at the table, and found that his pills and oral liquid had decreased, and immediately guessed who fed him the medicine.

She raised her head, a trace of cold light reflected in her pupils, and looked at Ning Rou through the warm yellow light, her eyes were icy cold.

"Don't you really want me to go?"

"Why come?"

"Don't tell me, you came to see me because you felt that my cause was caused by you, so you felt guilty."

A sneer sounded, like sarcasm and mockery.

Ning Rou pursed her lips, embarrassed in her heart.

She didn't answer, and she didn't refute.

But the answer couldn't be more obvious.

Luo really guessed and was right.

Or, it's only half right,

Guilt will only make her heart fall into endless pain, but it will not make her lose her mind; really worrying about Luo is the real reason why she has no hesitation and abandoned her principles to come here.

But she couldn't say these words.

Luo Zhen sat up from the bed with his arms supported, his eyes swept lightly on Ning Rou, his expression still gloomy and cold.

"come over-"

The strong and cold command tone made Ning Rou raise her head unconsciously.

She saw Luo Zhen half leaning on the head of the bed, with a slight sneer on her face, she reached out and patted the place where she had just sat.

What's the meaning?

Before she could react, another sentence rang out in the cold wind.

"Don't you feel guilty?"

It was only then that she finally understood the meaning of Luo Zhen's words.

Luo Zhen, asked her to go over and take medicine.

The smell of snow cream is very fragrant. Every time she smells it, it reminds her of those memories that make her blush.

She stayed on the spot and didn't lift her feet for a long time, her feet were heavy and blunt like lead.

Seeing that his words were not answered, Luo Zhen's eyes sank, his jade arm stretched out, and the ointment on the table was held in his hand.

Yubai's fingertips spun lightly, and the lid was unscrewed in three or two strokes.

The cold air floated in the air, and soon, the fragrance of the ointment was scattered around the bed.

Ning Rou smelled the familiar scent of wood fruit, and her heart was so hot that she panicked.

After several minutes passed, he bit his lip, clasped his hands, and slowly moved to the bedside step by step.

The atmosphere became inexplicably charming, and there was a silent and ambiguous trend of love circulating around.

Luo Zhen rolled up his sleeves and put his arm on Ning Rou's leg very skillfully.

The implied meaning is so obvious.

Ning Rou was holding the ointment in her hand, her fingertips trembled unconsciously, she was lost for a while, and she squeezed most of the ointment out of the tube.

Luo Zhen lowered his eyes, saw this scene in his eyes, and his face changed slightly.

Realizing that Luo Zhen was looking at herself, Ning Rou's hands trembled even more.

She stretched out her fingertips and picked out a balm from her palm tremblingly. Before she could touch the pink-white arm, Luo Zhen leaned forward and leaned forward.

The distance between the two was instantly narrowed.

She wanted to shrink back subconsciously, but she was caught off guard by a warm, sultry breath, and an inaudible cold inquiry.

In just one second, she blushed and lost her heart.

"It's not the first time—

What are you nervous about? "

The author has something to say: Luo Zhen: why are you here (I knew you would come)

Luo Zhen: Where's Luo Fanxing (count her smart and know to leave)

Luo Zhen: Don't you really want me to go? (You are duplicitous)

Luo Zhen: Why are you coming? (You still love me, it's impossible not to come)

Luo Zhen: It's not the first time. What are you nervous about? (Is it the same as me, remembering something indescribable?)

Ning Rou: Entering the wolf's den, woo woo

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