The Divorce Is Invalid

Out of the hotel, tears ran out of control.

Heartache is a kind of thing. The longer it is held, the more fierce it is to vent. Tang Nuanyang walks under a coconut tree and looks at the sea, and the hot tears fall down.

The sea breeze blew, the clothes and skirts fluttered, and even the coiled hair was messy.

Looking at the sea water surging in the dark, she felt so kind, as if it was her best destination. In this world, she was lonely. Her family and husband were the first love hidden in her heart. They left her one by one, leaving no memories.

A white rose suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was surprised that she didn't even have time to wipe her tears. She took two steps back and stepped back into a thread of meat wall. There was a big palm on her waist.

She looked up in horror. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she saw a masked face and a high hat. The only thing she could see was a narrow nose and lips as thin as cicada wings. Those eyes were covered by the brim of the hat, showing a sense of mystery.

"Who are you?" Tang Wenyang talked to him in English, not knowing whether he was a Chinese or a foreigner.

The man surrounded her waist, shook the white rose in his hand and turned it into a handkerchief, "I'm a magician!"

Tang Nuanyang looked at his hand in surprise. Naturally, he took his handkerchief and pulled it. It was a flower just now. "It's so powerful."

"Beautiful lady, the handkerchief is used to wipe, not to pull." the man took her hand, gently pressed it on her face and wiped away the tears on her face.

A stranger, a simple act, made her feel warm.

She also saw a thin tail ring on his little thumb, shining silver in her pupils.

The action at the moment was so ambiguous, but she didn't push it away. This frivolous approach to strangers made her feel that she was standing on the edge of a cliff, dangerous and degenerate, but she was at ease and felt free to speak freely.

"Magician, you know, in this world, everyone needs warmth, but I'm so cold and lonely.".

"Don't be afraid, as long as you hold tight, it won't be cold." the man's powerful arms tightly encircled her, bent down and leaned his head on her shoulder. He spoke fluent French and sounded touching.

Tang Wenyang slowly raised his smile. "You're right. As long as you hold tight, it won't be cold, but I don't have anyone to hold tight.".

"Don't you have a husband?"

Yes, but he will never be the one who holds me tight because he doesn't love me.

"Do you love him?" the man's voice revealed a trace of tension.

Tang Wenyang pondered this question for a long time. "I don't know." she finally didn't dare to answer honestly, because she was afraid that she would be more desperate when she heard it.

The man's lips, without any warning, pressed over and covered her lips. With strong desire, Tang Nuanyang quickly broke free and fled back to the hotel like death.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, she was shocked. She was so crazy just now. She was almost violated by a stranger!

I don't know how long I've been sitting. The wound between my legs healed and then cracked. The white handkerchief tied by my fourth uncle to her has been dyed red. She limped back to the room and walked to the door. She was surprised to see Luo Juntian put his hands in the bag and stood in front of her door. Her tall and straight posture and beautiful face show her inherent nobility.

Seeing her, he frowned and asked, "where have you been?"

"The lovers are gone." Tang Nuanyang told him that he didn't do it for two days.