President, please spoil me!

When it comes to love, most women love more than lust, and whether the other party is really emotionally involved... She can more or less clearly feel it, at least Xing Wei does.

After a while, Xing Hua felt the man's hand poking in from the hem of her clothes, and she said the words before she thought about it, "Forget it."

But within a few seconds, his movements stopped, and the only thing he could feel was the breath sprayed on her skin, leaving a slight itchiness.

"You're not in the mood, so don't force it."

Huo Sicheng was still lying on top of her.

Xing Hua nudged his shoulder, and easily pushed him off her body, because he followed her movements and moved out of the way.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said in a low voice.

"Okay," Huo Sicheng didn't even look at it, he leaned against the head of the bed and took out his cigarette and lighter, and lowered his head to light it.

"husband……"

"Go take a shower," the irritability that he had tried so hard to suppress was picked out again, so that his tone was already filled with impatience that could not be restrained.

Xing Hao could see that he was in a bad mood, and there was an obvious tendency to upgrade...

After looking at him for a while, she lowered her head and went into the bathroom.

Behind him, Huo Sicheng stared at her figure through a thin layer of smoke.

She didn't say anything, and he didn't look at her face just now, but he could clearly see her loneliness and grievance from her limbs and bowed head, and maybe she was embarrassed... Even though she was sensitive, she could still see her. Not sensitive.

His throat moved, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled the smoke——

What do you care about.

He closed his eyes, but the sneer sound didn't come out, but it became more and more deeply entangled in his chest, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer, she wasn't even that person anymore.

What he was facing could even be said to be another person who came out of nowhere in Xing Hua's skin.

They have different thinking, different personalities, and different aesthetics, not to mention their experiences.

What to do with her?

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, a woman in pajamas came out and wiped her wet hair silently.

Looking at him, I don't know how many cigarettes I have in my hand.

"Xing Hua,"

When she was about to get the hair dryer, the man suddenly stopped her.

She walked over, "what's the matter?"

Huo Sicheng looked at her with deep eyes like cold pools, "Miller said, the real Xing Hua is dormant, you are not her—" There was a brief silence between the words, but now it seemed extraordinarily long, he stared at her Eyes, asked blankly, "Do you know what this means?"

Her movement of wiping her hair froze, and her pupils became a little dizzy after hearing this.

"She doesn't want to live anymore, that's why you are now, a you that is 90.00% completely different from her."

"I know," her response was dull and slow, and she answered the question only after he finished his next sentence.

Her voice is very soft, but her thinking seems to be sharp, or she is jumping, or the knowledge stored in her brain makes it easier for her to understand the meaning of this sentence, "Do you want that her back?"

"She has no reason not to come back."

"You asked her to come back, are you responsible to the end?" Xing Hua's hand holding the towel dropped to her side, "I don't remember anything, but I love you, but it's not like I would die without you. She doesn't want to live anymore, it's her choice. For you, I am not her now, for her this is another form of survival—”

"Can you support her with love and hang on to her desire to survive? What if a person who commits suicide mentally does not die physically, so what if he comes back?"