The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

She took his hand and wrote in his palm, but he could feel the temperature between her fingers, which was very cold.

"What did you go to, why didn't you stay at home? What, you're here so late, don't you know that I'm worried, am I in a hurry?" After writing, she stared at his face, the kind of expression in her eyes The fear still hasn't gone away.He didn't understand anything at all, why did he leave home, and what would he do if he couldn't find his way home?

Qing's body just froze for a moment, he picked up Xiang Qinglan from the ground, their floor had no carpet and it was very cold, that's why she was so cold.

Put her on the bed, but her hands still didn't open his clothes.

Qing smiled suddenly, and Luran's eyes were extremely clean, "I'm going out to bask in the sun, look at me," he pointed to his face, "I've got a lot of tan, you said it would be handsome, and, I've already I know the way home, and I won’t lose it again.” If there is no Lan in this world, then Qing will also be gone.He hugged her thin body, and she was much thinner than before, because she was too tired from work.

Closing his eyes, he rested his chin on the top of her head, "Qing will remember Lan, and wherever there is Lan is Qing's home, Qing can forget everything, but she will never forget the direction to go home. It was here, he pointed to his chest, the direction of home, he remembered it very clearly, and he would not lose himself."

Xiang Qinglan took a deep breath, leaned her head on his shoulder, the coldness on her body under his body temperature has gradually disappeared, Qing, you must remember the way home , If I really can't find you, then, one day, you must think of me.Because I will be waiting for you at home, this home with only the two of us.

She turned around and looked at his tanned face. Regarding his explanations, whether they were true or false, she didn't want to pursue them, think about them, let alone Know the authenticity there, because, as long as Qing comes back, as long as he comes back, it will be fine.

Her hand caressed his cheek, his eyes, his nose, his facial features were three-dimensional and perfect like sculptures, and the proportions of the lines were very neat. Finally, her fingers landed on his lips, but Qing Zhang He opened his lips, and gently sucked her still cold fingers.

The tongue licked lightly, just to make her body no longer so cold, and the warmth and delicateness from the fingers made her senses come alive again.

Her lips finally began to rise slowly, but that kind of shallow loneliness made people feel sad in Qing's eyes.

Letting go of her fingers, he held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Lan, I will never forget the way home, because where there is Lan is my home," he pressed against her and his forehead, this kind of promise that didn't look like a promise, he said very sincerely and very seriously.

He who has lost all his memories, he cherishes everything now, and Xiang Qinglan is everything to him.

Xiang Qinglan nodded her head, and from time to time there was a drop of crystal clear teardrop on her eyelashes, which was so transparent and sentimental.

Qing leaned down and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the salty taste tasted at the corners of her mouth, it was extraordinarily bitter, the two lay on the bed, but hugged each other tightly, they really had nothing but each other up.

Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes, put her hands on his waist, and listened to his heartbeat, she breathed quietly, and there were two breathed airs in the room, intersecting and blending with each other.

"Qing, promise me, don't leave me, never leave me," Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes, but slid her fingers over his heart

"Well, don't leave, never leave," Qing followed her words, turned her body sideways, and pressed her chin tightly against her hair, a faint fragrance came from her hair , he smelled it hard, wanting to remember this smell, and never forget it for the rest of his life.

Qing pulled up the quilt to cover the bodies of the two of them. In fact, they were all tired. The light in the room was still on, and the sky outside was gradually getting darker. The steamed stuffed bun that was still on the ground was still there alone. , One or two people are already sleeping soundly, hugging each other tightly, the warmth after exhaustion makes people nostalgic.

When Xiang Qinglan woke up, it was almost noon the next day, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes blinked slightly, and touched the man's clothes, her hand was still on his waist, and The slightly dark complexion of the man contrasted sharply with her fair complexion.

Qing, it was really darker, she put her hand on his chest, the smile on her face was faintly satisfied, after a long time, she carefully pulled his hand away, sat up, turned her head, her fingers were Caressing over his frowning brows until his brows relaxed, she withdrew her fingers, and was very careful when she got out of bed, so as not to disturb his sleep. He was sleeping very soundly, but she realized that, Under his pale eye sockets, there was always a tired look.

Sitting on the head of the bed, she pulled up the quilt and covered him, then stood up, walked over to pick up the few buns on the ground, the buns that had been trampled.

She put the steamed stuffed bun aside, and then walked into the kitchen, but turned her head to look at the man on the bed, the mist gathered in her eyes again.

Lowering her head, she blinked her eyes vigorously, but smiled to herself, saying that he is back, just come back.

Walking into the kitchen, she leaned against the kitchen wall and rubbed her swollen shoulders. It was actually very painful, but the pain was much lighter than the one just now.

Opening the small refrigerator, there were not many things in it, but it was enough for them to eat for a long time. When they took out the food from it, they were all very hungry.

She likes this kind of life, no matter how tiring it is, as long as there are people who think about herself and herself in her heart, all the hard work is worth it.If there is no more, then what is the bullying?

Lowering her head, she skillfully cut the vegetables, although the clanging sound was not very obvious.

However, the man lying on the bed has already opened his eyes. He used to stretch out his arms and touched the bed for a long time, until he couldn't find the warmth in his arms. Then he woke up a lot. He sat up and turned to Looking at the kitchen, there was too much happiness in his eyes.He got out of bed, walked to the only cabinet in the room, took out the small amount of money from his pocket, opened the drawer, and there was a place for her to put important things in it, and he took the money he earned Put it together with what she earned, and then closed the drawer, with an incomparably clear smile on his handsome face.