After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

At night, Rong Wuye fell asleep beside her, holding her waist.

Nanhuang stared at the ceiling, but the happy scenes from his childhood flashed through his eyes.

When she was a child, her parents doted on her, and her brother Nanlin, who was ten years older than her, also doted on her.

She was naughty and got into trouble, and every time it was her brother who took the blame. Her mother scolded him, but he didn't say a word. He turned around and smiled softly at her, who was full of apologies.

They had a dog, a white poodle. The puppy had a flat face and looked as ugly as if it had been run over by a car.

At home, she and her brother, her parents, and Xiaobai were happy every day without any worries.

Until that day, when she was crying and looking for her parents, her brother hugged her coldly and held her in his arms.

At that time, she was angry. She blamed her brother, blamed him for being cold and callous, blamed him for being useless, and blamed him for not being able to protect his parents.

My brother's body is cold, cold and trembling slightly...

Thinking of this, tears flowed from the corners of Nanhuang's eyes.

When she was young, she didn't know how to comfort her brother. He suffered so much pain at that time.

She really got her comeuppance.

Mom and dad are gone, Xiaobai is gone, and in the end, even my brother is gone...

She turned around, buried her cold little face into his hard chest, and put her arms around his waist.

…

The night was getting deeper and deeper. In the cold night, the man wore thin pajamas, let go of the little person in his arms, and quietly walked out of the room.

A person walked on a lonely road and walked to the small wooden house that he had just visited a few hours ago. He lit up the soft yellow lamp.

The man walked to the sofa and sat down.

After enduring it for who knows how long, he struck a match and lit a cigarette.

"Do you like her?" the man asked, blowing out smoke. He leaned on the sofa, opened his arms, and smiled arrogantly, "The woman I chose must be beautiful."

"I knew you would like her. Of course, it's useless if you don't like her." The man continued to say arrogantly. "I like her anyway."

"Your son has a very close relationship with her. The story is too long, so I don't want to tell it today. Anyway, I'll come back next time."

The man smiled and said, "I'll tell you next time. Just look forward to it."

As he talked, he finished smoking one cigarette and lit another.

Lowering his eyes slightly, the man's eyes were deep, he took a long breath and lit the ashes.

…

Nanhuang woke up early in the morning, and when he woke up, he found that Rong Wuye was no longer in bed. She got up and put on her clothes. After going downstairs, she asked the housekeeper and found out that no one knew where the fifth master had gone.

Nanhuang suddenly guessed where Rongfeng would go. She asked Tian's mother to prepare a thin blanket for her. She went to the cabin without anyone following her.

The door of the cabin was ajar, and Nanhuang opened it with a slight push. Sure enough, she saw the man curled up and asleep on the short sofa.

His clothes were thin and he had nothing to cover him. There seemed to be a light layer of frost between his brows, his face was slightly pale, and his breath was slightly cold. The man was curled up and shaking slightly.

Nanhuang folded the thin blankets into two layers to cover him. She knelt down next to him and held his hand familiarly.

The frost on the man's body and the palms of his hands gradually faded away.

His body warmed up and the man gradually calmed down.

He looked particularly well-behaved when he was sleeping peacefully. Nanhuang thought of how she used to coax him when she was a child. She carefully reached out her hand, smoothed his hair, and patted his back.

When she took her hand away, he opened his dark eyes.

He grabbed her arm, put his arms around her, and hugged her.

Nanhuang felt like the world was spinning, and then she lay on top of him.

His strong arms locked her tightly, and when she woke up in the morning, his low, sexy voice softly rang in her ears.

"I dreamed about her."

"She said she liked you very much."

"She wants me to be nice to you and not bully you."

"I said, how could I be willing to bully you?"

He pursed his lips and his eyes trembled slightly, "I poured some water on you, and I was worried that it would make you cold. It feels like it's pinching my heart."

Nanhuang lay in his arms and listened to his hazy voice.

Rong Feng never talked much outside, but he talked more when he was around her. This is the first time I have talked about such a trivial matter.

Nanhuang lay in his arms without moving, quietly listening to his ramble.

"...I actually have never met my mother."

"When I was very young, I was alone outside, living a homeless life."

"The best days I live are the days I spend at Nan's house with you."

"Later, the Rong family found me and said that I was a child of the Rong family and they wanted to take me back. Oh, that man was not for me. He was for my mother's genes."

"I am actually an illegitimate child. That man deceived my mother, saying that he was alone, without a wife and children. He deceived my mother. And then, I was born..."

"In that Rong family, I am a complete outsider. No, I am not even as good as an outsider..."

Rong Wuye tightened his arms.

"When I was a child, when I cried alone, I would miss you. I would miss your good things, but I would also miss your bad things."

"I'm very angry. Why don't you want me anymore? I often wonder, if you knew I was having such a hard time outside, would you feel sorry for me? Would you comfort me and coax me?"

"When I feel really uncomfortable, I just imagine you holding me and saying, Feng, don't cry, don't cry anymore."

Following the sound of his words, Nanhuang's heart beat moment by moment.

She thought he was living a good life, but in fact, he was not living a good life after leaving the Nan family.

As Rong Wuye spoke, he slowly moved his face to look for her lips. After finding her lips, he bit them gently.

He absorbed her breath and held everything about her to himself.

Nanhuang, who was lying on top of him, responded to him gently, and Rong Wuye kissed him tighter and more eagerly.

The sofa is very small, too small for two people to squeeze in.

The man turned over, hugged the woman under him, and kissed her again hastily.

Breathing messed up.

For a long time, until the woman couldn't hold her breath anymore, the man finally let go of her.

He stood up, sat aside, touched his pocket, and then turned to seek the opinion of the woman next to him.

But before he could say anything, he saw the girl whose lips were red and swollen from his kiss, whose watery eyes were wet, and whose clothes were slightly messy.

The words rolled up his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Rong Wuye turned his head and his voice was hoarse. "I'm going out to have a cigarette."

Then he continued: "Is that okay?"

After a pause, he touched her cheek gently and added, "Are you unhappy?"

Nanhuang's wandering eyes gradually became focused. She looked at him and nodded. "Go ahead."

The man lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then got up and went to smoke outside the room.

From the beginning, Nanhuang knew that Rong Feng would restrain himself, and even if he got emotional again, he would not go to the last step.

Because this is his mother's former residence.

If he loves this place, he will not desecrate it.

Nanhuang looked at the gentle, watery eyes of the woman in the mural.

"Hello, Auntie. I am Nanhuang." She promised in her heart: "Don't worry, I will take good care of him for you."