Chapter 1972

Tang Guo'er was stunned. He grabbed a corner of the quilt and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not good."

After a cold, she spoke with a thick nasal voice, "I shouldn't have asked that."

Clearly promised, no one will mention this topic, she broke the promise.

Maybe she is too guilty and feels that she owes too much. She is afraid of hanging him for a lifetime to keep him alive. So she sincerely hopes that he can shift his focus from her and fall in love with other women. In this way, she can withdraw and help them.

To tell you the truth, she sincerely hoped that he would be happy. This idea never changed. Before, she thought that maybe she could have a try, but she couldn't go back, didn't she? He wanted a chance, and she also wanted to give herself a chance, but when she found that she couldn't help it, she hoped that others could give him a chance.

After all, if someone else could have given it earlier, he would not have changed his heart for so many years. She was too anxious to ask that kind of question uncontrollably, "but if one day, I said if."

"Yi Chen, if one day you meet a girl you like, I won't stop you."

"As for my parents, I'll make it clear that it's not your fault. It's my fault. It's my failure to fulfill my wife's responsibilities. It's my fault. No one will blame you."

The man sat on the edge of the bed, slightly drooping eyes to face her, that pair of clean eyes at the moment like smoke shrouded her, let her see his facial features, his expression, including the emotion hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"Guo er..." He throat moved, shallow call her name, voice a little hoarse, "you don't care?"

"Don't care about me and others, and don't care if I will empathize and fall in love with other women?"

"Sometimes, I especially hope you can be jealous. You are not happy because I am too close to other women. Even if you pretend to cheat me, I feel very satisfied."

But she won't. She will always be generous.

To be exact, she didn't care at all.

Because she didn't love him.

He used to think that as long as he was willing to work harder, she would always have some place in her heart after a long time.

She does, but it's gratitude, it's eager to repay in some way, not emotion, it has nothing to do with love, this kind of relationship is more like family.

How did he realize this, how did he find that she could not be attracted to him in any case? Maybe it was that morning, right, not the countless bodies she couldn't be honest with him, but the morning that broke the peace.

At that time, he didn't sleep soundly. The door made a click, and he opened his eyes. The room without the window smelled thick and rotten.

Fragmented memory whistling out of his mind, he saw Guo'er standing there, eyes fell on him, a face unbelievable.

He looked at himself in a panic. There were deep kisses on his clavicle. When he opened the quilt again, he didn't wear anything. The bed was in a mess, and the dried blood was like a flower in the tea.

Everywhere, everywhere, he was reminded of how special he was last night.

He thought it was a dream. He couldn't even believe how he could have such a ridiculous dream.