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Chapter 267 Is this the joke?

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    ¡­Don¡¯t kiss me now.

    Tang Li blurted out these words without thinking. What followed immediately was the embarrassment of hindsight. She put her palm on Song Boyan's mouth and touched the prickly stubble on the man's chin. Her fingers were slightly bent.  It somewhat revealed her embarrassment at the moment.

    This embarrassment comes from her "self-love" a second ago.

    Just like what is said in the Buddhist scriptures¡ª¡ª

    The appearance comes from the heart.

    What you think in your mind will be what you see.

    She felt that Song Boyan wanted to kiss her, it was just her "feeling", maybe it was also because it was the first time a man held her waist like this, it was like the hormones in her body suddenly rushed to her brain, causing her to have some wrong perceptions.  .

    In her previous life, although she was married and slept in the same bed as Han Jifeng for a few years after their marriage, they had no further relationship apart from sharing the same quilt.

    When she first married Han Jifeng, she had expectations in her heart.

    Especially on the night when she received the certificate, when she sat on the bedside after taking a shower, she was shy and nervous. In her mind, she had already sketched out their life after having children.

    In the winter evening, they can take their children to the supermarket. When they come out, they hold one of the children's hands and watch the children playing in the snow on the roadside. Han Jifeng's hands will be filled with food.  shopping bags.

    It may be dull, but it is also the happiness that flows slowly.

    After returning home, she went into the kitchen to cook, Han Jifeng held the child and washed his hands, and then the father and son and daughter watched TV with Qin Yueru in the living room.

    When Han Jifeng opened the door of the shower room and came out, until he lifted the quilt and got into bed, he only said two words to himself: "Go to sleep."

    After saying that, he lay down to rest.

    Looking at the figure with her back to her, she felt an unspeakable disappointment in her heart. The disappointment had nothing to do with tenderness, it was just that her faint joy at the wedding was transformed into a person's self-entertainment late at night.

    After several years of marriage, she and Han Jifeng have always treated each other with respect.

    Normally, they would not even hold hands unless necessary.

    During those years in the Li family, her inferiority complex was deeply ingrained into her character. Han Jifeng was indifferent to marriage life. She did not take the initiative to do anything because she was afraid of making him dislike her.

    Lying next to Han Jifeng late at night, she even felt that this was good. Even if they didn't have children, they could support each other when they got old.

    In her eyes, when she married Han Jifeng, whether it was Han Jifeng or Qin Yueru, they were already her relatives.

    After Tang Yin passed away, she found a peaceful home again.

    She never thought that Han Jifeng would finally end that dull marriage.

    It¡¯s not that he can¡¯t have sex, he just can¡¯t do it to her.

    The past events were suddenly stuffed into her brain, and Tang Li's mood was also affected. She quietly withdrew her hand. She didn't look into Song Boyan's eyes and said directly: "I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

    Song Boyan said slowly: "Is this the joke?"

    When Tang Li heard this, she immediately attributed this sentence to the "education" given to her by her elders.

    ¡­Silence lingered between the two of them.

    Tang Li could notice that Song Boyan's eyes were still resting on her face quietly. Just as she was trying to find a topic to talk about, Song Boyan raised his hand and plucked a locust tree leaf from her hair.

    The man's rough palm gently touched the skin on the side of her face, and Tang Li felt the generous warmth.

    The bone-chilling coldness in my heart suddenly showed signs of melting.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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