Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu ran opened her eyes and whispered, "let your mother take Yaoyao!"

Tang Yao's heart trembled and she spoke, but this sentence made him feel her sadness unprecedented.

Yao Yao and Nian Chen, doesn't she want them?

What else did he want to say? She closed her eyes. "Tang Yao, I want to rest. I'm very tired."

Tang Yao's throat seemed to be blocked. He couldn't say what he wanted to say.

And when she said it, she couldn't listen, let alone listen.

He sighed and left.

He took care of her. She was very weak, but she only ate a little.

The doctor said she was a little tired of the world. To put it bluntly, she just didn't want to live.

Late at night, Tang Yao couldn't sleep.

That night, not only her nightmare, but also his.

When he was lying in bed, as long as he closed his eyes, he could think of Fu ran lying in the bathtub. His whole body was covered with blood.

For countless times he sat up from his bed and gasped in the dark.

Finally, he decided to see Fu ran.

The door opened, and it was quiet inside. He walked to the bed and sat in the faint moonlight.

Fu ran opened his eyes. He didn't know whether he hadn't slept or was awakened by him.

Tang Yao's fingers trembled slightly, touched her face gently, and said in a low voice, "Ranran, will you talk with me?

She didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes, turned over and gave him her back.

Silent refusal.

As before.

Tang Yao lay down beside her and hugged her from behind. He soon felt her resistance.

His voice was very light: "I don't do anything, just hold."

She didn't speak. He held her, held her slender body, and buried his face in her neck, feeling a sad satisfaction.

Holding it like this, he felt much better.

However, after a long time, Fu ran whispered, "you hold me, I can't sleep."

Tang Yao seemed to be immersed in ice water at once. He sat up very uncomfortable. Instead of getting out of bed immediately, he lowered his eyes and stared at her back.

His voice was hoarse and said, "do you hate me?"

Fu ran shook his head gently, "don't hate."

"I just want you to let go." She whispered, "we're divorced. I really don't want anything."

"Nianchen and Yaoyao, don't you want them either?" Tang Yao's voice was bleak: "Fu ran, if you say no, I can let you go now."

He knew she couldn't do it, so he embarrassed her.

I would rather watch her suffer in this marriage than let go.

Tang Yao still left. Their relationship has reached the freezing point. No one can save anyone. They are just waiting for the other party to compromise and change their mind.

He dared not touch her again. She really scared him last time she cut her wrist.

In a way, she won.

But Tang Yao knew very well that Fu ran was ill. From psychology to physiology, she was ill.

She was mildly depressed, and her sex was cold and weak.

What happened that night is enough to prove it.

She didn't feel at all that he pleased her so much.

He felt sad. He sometimes thought, what are they left in this marriage?

He even wanted to let her go, but when he came home tired at night and saw her, he changed his mind and didn't want to let her go.

This night, Tang Yao came back a little late for entertainment. Fu ran was not in good health and stayed in the villa for rest.