The moon became her accomplice. It ran out from the clouds. With the silvery moonlight splashed, she saw the man under the moonlight.
The man was so peaceful as if he had no trouble or knew nothing about anything. But it was just an illusion. What a pity!
Consuela raised her hand awkwardly. Since they were holding each other, she wasn't able to move her hand. She was careful not to disturb him.
She used to describe his three-dimensional features across the air. In fact, the Asian usually had no relationship with the three-dimensional, but this man had a strong sense of three-dimensional feeling, as if he was a mixed blood.
She suddenly thought of the baby in her belly. If the baby looked like him and was smart, then... She thought that it was better than her.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that all she needed to do was to provide an environment for the growth of an egg and a child. It was such a frustration.
Unwittingly, her hand had touched the man's bare face. His skin was blown a little cold by the breeze, and she felt a quiver from her fingertips.
Like an electric shock, the current was very light, which made her feel a little surprised.
It seemed that many television and novels would compare such a touching couple as if they were getting an electric shock.
In the end, Consuela just drifted into sleep without noticing the man. The man sighed helplessly and loosened his arm. He then turned his body around.
The moonlight poured a layer of white light on her face, illuminating her delicate face like a pearl, which exuded an alluring air in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Consuela," He kissed her smooth forehead like serious. There was a slight feeling in his eyes, and nobody could understand what he meant.
At the dinner table in the next morning, they seemed to make a deal without asking each other what they were doi
ized that she was trying to figure out what was going on. Although Consuela didn't move her lips, she looked like smiling.
"I'm not kidding." Consuela shook her head and added in a serious voice, "I really don't like such kind of life."
As a husband, he was bold enough to collude with his ex-girlfriend, but his wife could only complain in front of her friend for being pressed for a while.
"… Even though I think he is a jerk, you don't have to do that, Consuela."
Although she also agreed with that Richie was scum, divorce was really a serious matter.
Not to mention that she was pregnant now, according to the traditional idea of those old antiques in the Ye's house, no matter how bad the relationship between the parents was, the child couldn't be left out.
The kids of the night group needed to be treated like the most precious thing instead of being laughed at as a single mother.
"I don't care if he will change his mind. I don't want to be with him. I don't care." She paused for a while and continued, "Maybe it is because our relationship is not as good as it seems."
So when nobody wanted to explain themselves, trust was like a thin layer of paper, which could be easily broken by a little bit of saliva.