We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Fu Ruoshi's eyes were filled with smiles. "Then come home with me, and I'll let you beat me."

Wen Zhixia opened her misty eyes, her head was dizzy, and she could hear Fu Ruoshi's slightly hoarse voice, as if he was saying something to her.

This was the feeling she had after drinking, and it fascinated her.

It seems like there is a layer of film separating me from the world, making me feel hazy and neither awake nor awake.

"Fu Ruoshi..."

She called his name, her voice soft and gentle, like a sad love song, with the gentleness that only comes from drinking.

"Where is this..." She looked at the brightly lit cross-sea bridge outside, "So beautiful..."

Fu Ruoshi looked at the street he had walked countless times, and suddenly realized that this was the first time he brought Wen Zhixia through here.

"The cross-sea bridge." His voice was abrasive. "I'll show you around for a while. You can rest."

Wen Zhixia was staring out the window in a trance. She nodded obediently when she heard this, "Hmm..."

The rest of the journey was speechless.

Wen Zhixia wrapped herself in Fu Ruoshi's coat and fell asleep in his car.

She loved him for seven years and dreamed about him for seven years.

One of my dreams is to be able to sit in his car like this, silently looking at the scenery outside the window without saying anything.

Fu Ruoshi took her across the Cross-Sea Boulevard, then onto Coastal Avenue, and then drove from the south to the north of the city, taking her through the most prosperous and beautiful streets of Jincheng until the streetlights went out one by one and the pedestrians on the road gradually thinned out...

"Where else do you want to go? I'll take you there."

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw Wen Zhixia sleeping with her eyes closed, her cheeks still wet and glistening.

Fu Ruoshi's burning throat felt like a handful of salt was sprinkled in it, and swallowing it felt like swallowing a knife.

He wanted to carry her like this forever.

I don’t know how long it was open, but Wen Zhixia fell asleep completely.

Fu Ruoshi didn't take her back to the villa. He felt that she didn't want to go back there because it contained her unhappy memories.

He stopped the car at the gate of the community of the affiliated hospital, picked up Wen Zhixia from the car, and checked again to see if she had left anything behind. His movements were gentle and patient.

Wen Zhixia vaguely felt that Fu Ruoshi was hugging her. She felt a little breathless and arched her body awkwardly, wanting him to let her go.

After Fu Ruoshi carried her home, he was sweating profusely.

Just now, when Wen Zhixia was thrusting forward, she hit his key parts several times.

"Wen Zhixia," he frowned, "don't test me."

After saying that, he put Wen Zhixia on the sofa and prepared to take a shower.

"Don't go..." Wen Zhixia half-opened her eyes and saw the handsome and familiar man in front of her with a frown. She uttered a sigh and pulled him back, "You, you're unhappy?"

Fu Ruoshi's heartstrings trembled. He leaned forward, trying hard to restrain the urge to swallow. "How could I be unhappy? I was afraid that you would be unhappy."

His throat had not yet fully healed from the scratch by the fishhook, and his voice was even hoarseer. Wen Zhixia didn't hear what he said clearly. She stretched out her finger and pressed it between his eyebrows, "Stretch..."

Fu Ruoshi's breathing became heavier. He used all his life's willpower in this moment.

"You were the one who started it. Don't be mad at me again when you wake up."

Wen Zhixia didn't say anything. She opened her blurry eyes and saw the sparkling light in Fu Ruoshi's eyes, which was filled with passion and restraint, and a strong and unbreakable attachment, like the Milky Way, like the sea of stars, like her unforgettable memories.

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips slid along his straight brow bone, and slid to the corners of his eyes. "...Your eyes...are so beautiful..."

"Stop talking..." The last bit of willpower collapsed. Fu Ruoshi gently held her small chin, lowered his eyes, and kissed her soft lips.

After the kiss, he couldn't stop. This was the scent he had been thinking about day and night, her fragrance, her light and long breath. He entangled with her, going deeper and deeper each time, greedily plundering her breath.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made Wen Zhixia's body go limp. She felt his familiar breath, raised her head weakly, and let him kiss her, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

Fu Ruoshi kissed away her tears bit by bit, lifted her waist, breathed in the delicate fragrance from her neck, and kissed her hair, ears, collarbone...

Desire was ignited like dry firewood and a raging fire. Fu Ruoshi tore open his shirt and took off his watch. Beads of sweat covered his undulating back, veins bulged in his arms, and a muffled sound like the roar of a wild beast came from his chest again.

When he fell in love, he became fierce and domineering, his violent inner self breaking free from the constraints of reason, as if he was falling into the clouds...

Just when she was about to suffocate, Wen Zhixia finally felt a little sober.

"No..." She turned her face away and breathed deeply, "No, I, I feel uncomfortable..."

Seeing her slightly frowned brow, Fu Ruoshi regained some consciousness.

He propped himself up and stared deeply at Wen Zhixia's face for a long time.

The sweat beads on her forehead flowed down her hair and fell on her face. Fu Ruoshi gently raised his hand to wipe them away, kissed her on the cheek, and finally got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he was soaked all over.

He wasn't sure if she was willing or not, and since he sensed her resistance, he wouldn't continue.

Fu Ruoshi stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. He looked through the glass door at Wen Zhixia sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

That night three years ago, he was even more rampant than he is now. The moment Wen Zhixia kissed him, his rationality collapsed.

A moment ago, his sanity was also shaky, but things are different now. He understands how to love her better than before. This love contains persistence, regret, and restraint.

After smoking, Fu Ruoshi carried Wen Zhixia back to her bedroom, then covered himself with a blanket and spent the night on her sofa.

He left quietly until the sky gradually turned white.

When Wen Zhixia woke up, the coat that Fu Ruoshi had forgotten to take away was still covering the quilt.

The faint fragrance in the air hinted at his presence.

Wen Zhixia had a headache that was about to explode, and the fragmented memories in her mind were reassembled.

She remembered Fu Ruoshi carrying her into the car and asking her if she knew who he was. Although Wen Zhixia was drunk, she might not remember what she said, but she could remember clearly what she saw and who was next to her.

......

I hugged him and kissed him...

He didn't refuse and cooperated with me...

then......

How come it’s the same as three years ago???

Wen Zhixia was extremely embarrassed. She had already divorced him, so why could her body not resist his presence?

I will never drink again in my life.

With her head buzzing, Wen Zhixia angrily opened WeChat and blocked Fu Ruoshi.