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

Back at the castle, Rong Wuye followed Nanhuang every step of the way, but Nanhuang said, "You go and have a rest. I'll stay with Mimi and Xiaojin. They were frightened when I went shopping with me."

Rong Wuye did not doubt Mimi and Xiaojin. He looked at her worriedly: "Instead of worrying about other people's children, why not worry about me first? Bao'er, won't you stay with me?"

Rong Wuye lowered his head and observed her: "I was also frightened."

Nanhuang looked at the man who was brazenly quarreling, and smiled helplessly: "You are so grown up, and you are arguing with a child."

With that said, he led Mimi and Xiaojin towards their room.

Rong Wuye hesitated for a while and then followed him.

He had never been to Mimi and Xiaojin's room before. This was his first time here, and the childlike and clean decoration that caught his eye made his heart warm. He stood for a few seconds and looked around.

Mimi and Xiao Jin, who were building blocks on the ground, saw Master Rong Wu coming in and happily jumped forward.

"Pork!"

"Pork!"

Rong Wuye looked around but didn't see Nanhuang, so he asked, "Where is Aunt Nanhuang?"

Mimi replied happily: "In the bathroom."

bathroom?

What was she doing in the bathroom?

Rong Wuye strode to the bathroom and heard the sound of water running inside. He turned the handle and found that the bathroom door was locked. He banged the bathroom door hard.

The bathroom door opened, and Nanhuang was seen on the sink, rubbing his scalp vigorously.

The scalp that Nan Yingcheng kissed.

She rubbed it so hard that it almost seemed like she was rubbing the scalp off.

"Nanhuang!" Rong Wuye hugged her from behind.

He was worried about her all the way, and she pretended very well all the way.

But it wasn't until now, when she was in the bathroom, that she completely collapsed.

Rong Wuye hugged her hard and kissed her. "sorry."

Nanhuang didn't say anything, just washed it over and over again.

"Nanhuang, stop rubbing." The man hugged her tightly, his broad chest and strong arms completely covering her.

The woman seemed to be trying her best to restrain herself. She turned around and went outside the house. She tried her best to maintain a normal mood and strode out of Mimi and Xiaojin's room.

Rong Wuye quickly followed her back to their room.

Along the way, she was still rubbing her wet hair and scalp, as if she wanted to strangle them off.

Rong Wuye felt a dull pain in his heart, and suddenly felt that letting Nan Yingcheng die would be an advantage for him.

After returning to the room, Nanhuang was still rubbing her scalp when Rong Wuye grabbed her hand, restrained her tightly, and sat her down on the sofa.

The woman was restrained in the man's arms, and the man held her tightly.

The man tightened his arm and kissed her hair: "Nanhuang."

Nanhuang controlled herself, huddled in his arms, and slowly closed her eyes.

The man held her on the bed and coaxed her softly.

Once, when she was resurrected, he thought she was Bo Shen's wife and never expected that she would still be perfect.

Still love her.

Three years later, when they met again, they thought she was marrying Nanlin and thought she had betrayed him.

And still love her.

Now, Rong Wuye feels that he is stupid enough.

Nanhuang is such a clean person, she doesn't care about other people's touch, even if it's just their hair.

He actually suspected that she would betray him?

She won't, she won't, she never will.

At this moment, the man also hated himself extremely.

Even if he gave up his life, he would not let her suffer even a little bit of harm, but because he was a little late in using his ability, she suffered such harm!

It's his fault.

There was a pain in the man's head. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to relieve the pain.

After a good sleep, around 12 o'clock in the evening, Nanhuang opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling blankly.

The man who was sleeping lightly noticed her movement, and he hugged her: "Are you awake?"

The woman half-closed her eyes slightly.

He touched her head: "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Her eyes were blank: "Feng, I'm not convinced..."

"I don't know, it turns out that I am so fragile."

"Nanhuang, you have always been strong. You just..." It's just that it's easy to be too strong.

The man didn't dare to say it. He didn't know how to comfort her. He just wanted her to feel better.

The man hugged her tighter.

"Nanhuang..."

"Don't put yourself in danger easily. Don't despise your life. Your life is not yours alone. Do you understand?"