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1.8 Melancholy

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    It was exactly 9:30 when I got home, the child was already asleep, and my wife was lying in bed watching TV. It was a Korean drama with a long name, such as a bathhouse or a woman, I can¡¯t remember.

    After briefly reporting today's events to her, my wife listened absent-mindedly, with an almost stiff expression on her face, it could be seen that she was completely absorbed by the plot.  I really don't understand why women are obsessed with these utterly boring plots.

    Turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I returned to the bedroom, my wife was still watching intently, and said with a smile, "You might as well learn Korean."

    Her gaze finally turned to me: "Damn it, someone translated it."

    I undressed and jumped onto the bed, got into our double quilt, searched my wife's body dishonestly, and the show was over.

    She escaped from the bed: "Stop making trouble, look at what you're drinking, it smells of alcohol!" Putting on her pajamas: "It's really cold, and the heating isn't on yet!"

    I admired her cute appearance: she trotted with her shoulders hunched, unplugged the TV, and rushed to the toilet.  When I came back, I took the slippers off my feet and quickly got into the quilt.

    Check again whether the child on the small bed next to him is kicking the quilt, turn off the bedside light with confidence, and shrink his head: "Sleep."

    I moved behind her and hugged her still shivering body.  Because of the drink, my body temperature made her turn around and accept the warmth.  A pair of little feet ran between my legs, I trembled and made her smirk: "It's cool", I resisted, bravely warmed her little feet alternately, hugged her tightly, breathed greedily and softly  Body scent.

    The body temperature of the two gradually approached, and my wife stretched her body, getting closer to my embrace.  Embracing this happiness, I couldn't bear to pull out my somewhat numb arms.

    The wife asked softly, "Are you going on a business trip?"

    "Well, it's probably only a few days."

    "Oh, it's okay, you can go, you can't help much at home, I can take care of Dudu." I agreed, trying not to think about the long-lost loneliness.  Kiss her forehead, hold her tightly, and hug her like this.

    My wife had been busy all day, maybe she was tired, she turned over in my arms, snored slightly, and fell asleep.  But I couldn't fall asleep, staring blankly at the light projected outside the window, feeling endless melancholy.  I can't change my current job status, and I once thought about giving up this job, but after all, I have passed the age of impulsiveness, and my parents don't allow it.  Fortunately, my wife has no objection to this state. Life is like this, and there is always something unsatisfactory.

    In the midst of melancholy, sleepiness strikes, the head escapes the fragrance and leans towards the beautiful hair beside him, falling into a dream.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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