Dating After Divorce

The woman's breath, shallow and hot, mixed with a little faint citrus fragrance spread outward, like a dense and moist web of desire, trapping Ning Rou firmly in silence.

She couldn't tell why she was nervous.

She only knew that compared with five years ago, Luo Zhen was obviously stronger now.

Just getting close can give her a strong sense of oppression.

Too dangerous-

She couldn't provoke, and she couldn't resist.

Just like now, she heard a playful sneer coming from her ear, and she didn't even have a chance to dodge back, so the woman's hand naturally rested on her waist.

With just a gentle hug, all her escape routes were blocked.

From calling her over to wrapping her waist, Luo Zhen's every action was repeating the ambiguous scene in his memory.

Fragmented and charming memories are circling in my mind, and even the medicinal fragrance between the nostrils is full of eroticism.

You can almost imagine what will happen next.

Ning Rou's hands kept shaking, her mouth was slightly loosened, the breath between her lips was hot and fast, and even the corners of her eyes were forced into a thin layer of wet red, as if she was nervous and at the same time scared.

The bodies of the two were leaning very close.

Luo Zhen's eyes were deep and dark, his black eyes drooping slightly, and he saw Ning Rou's fingertips hanging above his arm, several minutes passed, but still did not fall.

She pursed her lips, the tip of her tongue seemed to contain a sharp blade, and laughed coldly at herself.

"You have no guilt towards me, you only torture me."

Ning Rou was stunned when she heard the sound, and she felt uneasy.

Her temperament is pure and indifferent. When she doesn't speak, she looks dull and looks particularly easy to bully.

This pitiful appearance easily reminded Luo Zhen of the countless times of crying in his dreams.

She didn't start, she didn't speak anymore, but her heart trembled uncontrollably, and her red lips were completely pursed.

The atmosphere is obviously very solemn, but the emotional tide in the air is tumbling more and more violently.

Ning Rou lowered her head halfway, her long black hair was tied into a bundle by a hairband, and went all the way down the snow-white neck, and finally fell near the collarbone.

Ink hair and snow skin, pure desire to entangle.

She seemed to accept her fate, succumbed to the guilt and self-blame in her heart, and finally put her fingertips on the woman's arm.

The skin under the palm is cold and smooth, exactly the same as it felt five years ago.

Her eye circles were a little red, and her fingertips gently pushed the white balm away along the woman's wrist. The movements were gentle and meticulous, which made people addicted.

After the two met again, Luo Zhen had never been so relaxed as this moment.

Ning Rou's strength was just right, but she simply applied a medicine, but she was gentle and patient like a massage.

She couldn't help but closed her eyes, leaned back and leaned her upper body back on the head of the bed.

Before Ning Rou came back to her senses, the hand around her waist disappeared.

The "punishment" she thought did not appear, and those things that were so intimate that people blush did not happen.

Everything is so normal.

The medicine this time was really just medicine.

In short, it is completely impossible to guess what Luo really thinks.

She was surprised and a little puzzled.

In addition to being confused, there was an unconscious flash of a subtle loss between her brows that she didn't even notice herself.

After a while, she quietly raised her head and looked at those slightly closed eyes.

Those eyes were cold and frosty, revealing a strong tired look, and just one glance brought back pain and shame in her heart.

She felt more and more sorry for Luo Zhen.

Even trying to make up for it, there is no way—

She has nothing, the only thing she can give Luo Zhen is this body.

But now, Luo Zhen seems to have lost interest in her body.

Thinking of her worries just now, inexplicably, she felt a little embarrassed.

The two arms were given medicine one after another.

The rest are more private parts - back, waist, and legs.

Just thinking about it makes people blush.

Luo Zhen didn't react at all, he raised his hand to unbutton his pajamas.

Ning Rou held the ointment in her hand, and there was an unspeakable timidity in her eyes. The dim light was diffused, and the blush on her cheeks was very obvious.

Luo Zhen raised her eyelids slightly, saw her blushing, and smiled softly.

Only this time, there was no more sarcasm.

The first button of the pajamas was quickly untied. Seeing that the two long, white fingers were about to fall on the second one, Ning Rou couldn't hold back, she stretched out her hand and pressed the woman's hand, and immediately He blushed and shook his head, unable to speak clearly.

"Don't, don't take it off."

"I'll give you medicine from behind, okay?"

Luo Zhen's silk pajamas are loosely worn on the body. Looking down from the neckline, you can vaguely see some wonderful spring colors. You don't have to guess to know that there is nothing inside.

Ning Rou couldn't even think about how she would drug the woman in front of those two things.

Too embarrassed, they used to be such a close relationship.

Her tone, full of shy pleading, sounded particularly lovable.

Luo Zhen didn't waver, his face was covered with calm coldness, his fingertips moved, still stubbornly trying to undress.

"I do not mind."

What's there to mind?

As early as five years ago, they had seen each other's bodies.

A casual remark made Ning Rou fall into a deeper embarrassment.

Her eyes were so red that she didn't have time to think before she spoke the truth hidden in her heart.

"I mind-"

"Allo, Allo, please—"

Two consecutive 'Alo' sounded, one sentence was softer than the other, as if acting like a spoiled child, full of closeness and trust.

For a moment, Luo Zhen even thought that he had returned to five years ago.

She lowered her eyes, she really couldn't say anything to reject such Ning Rou.

After a long while, he finally released his fingertips from the buttons on his chest, lying on the bed with a cold face and silently.

Ning Rou's heart was very chaotic.

Until it was confirmed that Luo Zhen would not suddenly turn over, he lifted the other party's pajamas from bottom to top.

Luo is really in good shape, and there is not a single extra fat on his body.

Her back is slender and thin, like a well-polished piece of white jade, with no flaws to be found. The line between her shoulders and waist also outlines a perfect and attractive curve.

It's so beautiful - Ning Rou stared at it a few times, and secretly sighed in her heart.

Her face was still red.

Until the finger is dropped, the breath is still full of tense enthusiasm.

Perhaps it was because he didn't have to be stared at by those cold eyes. When he took the medicine, he felt a little more relaxed, and his fingertips no longer trembled as before.

Luo Zhen pressed his face against the pillow and noticed the slight change.

No matter what Ning Rou does, she is very serious.

Although she couldn't see it, she could also guess that Ning Rou's expression at the moment must be focused and lovely.

Just thinking about it, her heart softened, and she even began to reflect—

Just now, is it too fierce? Otherwise, how can you scare people like that?

His hands never stopped shaking.

Luo Zhenzhen sighed slightly, frowning slightly.

She really knows Ning Rou's character too well.

When you are good, you are good, and when you are stubborn, you are really stubborn.

The most troublesome thing is that she doesn't get angry with people. When she is unhappy, she always hides and sullies by herself.

People like this, no matter what happens, they will only hide in their own hearts.

Not fierce or frightening, frightened, will not say anything.

Facts have proved that the trick of feigning indifference is effective.

At least, Ning Rou said the word 'mind'.

If you're not guilty, why would you mind?

Luo Zhen thought that Ning Rou should still have some thoughts about her.

As for how much this 'some' is, she is not sure.

Just keep asking.

Ning Rou feels too much guilt towards her, and these guilt is the best bargaining chip she can use.

Step by step, she will let Ning Rou fall into the trap she carefully planned, and then admit it herself—

She still loves herself.

Ten minutes later, most of the medicine in the hose has gone.

Ning Rou's palms were full of melted white paste, very fragrant and slippery.

She released her hand from Luo Zhen's back, put down the high rolled pajamas with the tip of her little finger that was not stained with the ointment, and called out gently.

"All right."

A very soft and well-behaved voice, making people reluctant to say a bad word to her.

Luo Zhen frowned, and after more than ten seconds, he sat up with his arms up.

Her face was not very good-looking, and her expression was gloomy.

Ning Rou raised her head and glanced timidly, thinking that she had done something wrong, and immediately asked in a low voice.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I am sorry."

Luo Zhen didn't even answer, she took the initiative to apologize.

Such a cautious response, even a stranger, would feel distressed.

What's more, the person who heard this sentence at this time was Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen's eyebrows were slightly loose, and he couldn't bear it.

But she knew that if she gave up at this time, everything she did today would lose its meaning.

She blinked, her expression was obscure, and she asked in a low voice.

"Are you feeling bad for me?"

A sudden question, like an iceberg, lies between the two of them.

Ning Rou didn't know how to answer, and Luo Zhen didn't plan to give her a chance to answer.

She pursed her lips, took the ointment from Ning Rou's hand, then held the soft white hand and squeezed the ointment into the other's palm.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, too fast.

When Ning Rou didn't have time to refuse, Luo Zhen grabbed her hand and got into the pajamas from the corner of her clothes.

When she realized what happened, her palm was already attached to a piece of soft and delicate skin.

It's close to the chest, and the fingertips only need to go up a little bit—

Ning Rou didn't dare to think about it anymore, and subconsciously retracted her hand, but Luo Zhen's hand was still covering the back of her hand, making her unable to even struggle.

She was still in shock, but a slightly soft whisper sounded in her ear, and for a moment, she stopped all the movements of her fingertips.

"Here, it started to hurt from that day."

She raised her head, Luo Zhen's eyes seemed a little red and a little wet.

It is completely different from the cold and fierce before.

Her heart was stunned and her consciousness was stunned.

The place where the palm of the hand is touching is exactly the mouth of the heart.

What Luo Zhen just said, are you talking about skin pain? Or are you saying - it hurts?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to ask. Her lips moved for a long time, but she still couldn't utter a word.

Luo Zhen saw her appearance, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she did not continue the topic.

"Take the medicine."

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand also loosened, leaving only Ning Rou's hand in her pajamas.

Her reaction was so flat and calm, but it made Ning Rou's heart panic even more.

Only now did she realize that the current way of applying medicine is far more torturous than Luo Zhen's past "punishment".

Just a long ordeal.

Her palms were glued to the woman's skin like glue.

Don't talk about medicine, can't even move.

This pose is so intriguing.

One minute passed and her hand didn't move; three minutes passed and she still didn't move.

She could feel Luo Zhen's heartbeat, beating at a steady speed from beginning to end, without tension or any abnormality.

On the other hand, the temperature of her hands is getting higher and higher, the palms are getting hotter and hotter, and even Luo Zhen's skin shows a bit of warmth.

Is it her problem?

It must be her problem.

Because Luo really reacted too calmly.

She wanted to pull out her hand, but Luo Zhen was looking at her again, and one look scared her to break all thoughts of running away.

Time passed slowly like this.

The atmosphere is very subtle, silent, embarrassing, and with a subtle charm.

Ning Rou was almost forced to cry, her slightly raised eyes were full of redness.

She was a little dazed and at a loss, just when she felt embarrassed, there was a cold and indifferent inquiry in the air, which instantly made her raise her head.

"Why are your hands so hot?"

She opened her lips, and there was a faint mist in her eyes.

Before she could answer, a cold hand touched her cheek.

"What the **** do you mind?"

"My body, haven't you seen and touched it long ago?"

"Is it possible that, five years later, it is still attractive to you now?"

Question after question sounded beside his ear.

Ning Rou didn't want to listen, but she had to.

She was habitually trying to escape, but Luo Zhen put her hand on her chin, making her unable to move at all.

"Admit it, you still love me, don't you?"

The last whisper sounded, and she finally couldn't bear it, and the hot tears in her eyes rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Every drop hit Luo Zhen's heart heavily.

There was a slight whimper in the air, which was heart-wrenching.

Luo Zhen's face was cold, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't let go of his hand.

She saw the shaking in Ning Rou's eyes, and also saw that Ning Rou's lips moved slightly.

The word hidden in the throat was clearly the word 'yes'.

Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, there was a sound of thumping footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Before Luo Zhen could react, there was a knock on the door.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, and Ning Rou quickly returned to her senses in shock.

Realizing that the two of them were too close, she immediately pulled her hand out of Luo Zhen's pajamas, and without wiping away her tears, she opened the door with red eyes and rushed out.

At such a critical moment, someone came.

Luo Zhen's face was extremely cold, his two hands were hidden under the quilt, tightly clenched into fists.

A minute later, two people walked in from the door.

Walking in front was Luo Fanxing with a guilty face; following behind was a 'friend' she hadn't had contact with for nine years—

Pei Yi.

The author has something to say: Mr. Luo (clenching his fist): Not happy! Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my heart beating steadily with my wife's hand on my chest? hateful!

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