Love After Divorce GL

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  The woman's breath, clear and hot, mixed with a little bit of citrus fragrance spread out, like a dense and moist net of desire, quietly trapping Ning Rou firmly.

Why she was nervous, she couldn't tell.

All she knew was that compared to five years ago, the current Rozen is obviously stronger.

Just being close can give her a strong sense of oppression.

It was too dangerous—

she couldn't provoke it, and she couldn't resist it.

Just like now, when she heard a mocking sneer coming from her ear, she didn't even have a chance to dodge back, and the woman's hand was naturally on her waist.

With just a light sweep, all her escape routes were blocked.

From calling her over to wrapping her around her waist, Luo Zhen's every movement was repeating the ambiguous scene in his memory.

Scattered and charming memories are circling in my mind, and even the scent of medicine in the nostrils is full of erotic taste.

You can almost imagine what will happen next.

Ning Rou's hands kept trembling, her mouth was slightly loosened, the breath between her lips was hot and quick, and even the corners of her eyes were forced to turn a thin layer of wet red, as if she was nervous or afraid.

The bodies of the two leaned very close.

Luo Zhen's eyes were deep and dark, and his black eyes were lightly drooping, and he saw Ning Rou's fingertips hanging above his arms, several minutes passed, but they still didn't fall down.

She pursed her lips, the tip of her tongue seemed to hold a sharp knife, and she laughed at herself coldly.

"You have no guilt towards me, you only tortured me."

Ning Rou was stunned when she heard the sound, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Her demeanor is pure and indifferent. When she doesn't speak, she looks very dull, and she looks particularly easy to bully.

This pitiful look easily reminded Luo Zhen of the crying and crying that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

She turned away and didn't speak any more, but her heart trembled uncontrollably, and her red lips were completely pursed.

The atmosphere was obviously very dignified, but the emotional tide in the air was rolling more and more turbulently.

Ning Rou lowered her head halfway, her long black hair was tied into a bundle by a hair band, and fell all the way down her snow-white neck, finally falling near her collarbone.

Ink hair and snow skin, pure desire to entangle.

She seemed to accept her fate, succumbed to the guilt and self-blame in her heart, and finally put her fingertips on the woman's arm.

The skin under the palm is cold and smooth, exactly the same as it was five years ago.

Her eye circles were a little red, and she gently pushed the white balm away along the woman's wrist with her fingertips. The movements were gentle and delicate, which made people addicted.

After the two reunited, Luo Zhen had never been so relaxed like this moment.

Ning Rou's strength was just right, she just applied medicine, but it was as gentle and patient as if she was massaging.

She couldn't help but closed her eyes, leaned back, and leaned her upper body back against the head of the bed.

Before Ning Rou recovered, the hand on her waist disappeared.

The 'punishment' she thought didn't happen, and those things that were so intimate that people could blush didn't happen either.

Everything is so normal.

This time the medicine was actually just medicine.

In short, it was completely impossible to guess what Luo Zhen was thinking.

She was surprised and a little puzzled.

While being confused, there was a slight sense of loss unconsciously flashing between her brows, which she didn't even notice.

After a long time, she quietly raised her head and looked at those slightly closed eyes.

Those brows and eyes were cold and frosty, revealing a deep tired look, just one glance, aroused the pain and shame in her heart.

She felt more and more sorry for Luo Zhen.

Even if she wanted to make it up, there was no way -

she had nothing, the only thing she could give Luozhen was this body.

But now, Luo Zhen seems to have lost interest in her body.

Thinking of her worries just now, she was inexplicably embarrassed.

The medicines were applied to both arms one after another.

The rest are the more private parts—the back, the waist, and the legs.

Just thinking about it makes people blush.

Luo Zhen didn't react at all, and raised his hand to unbutton his pajamas.

Ning Rou was holding the ointment in her hand, her eyes were full of unspeakable timidity, the dim light was diffused, and the blush on her cheeks was very obvious.

Luo Zhen raised his eyelids slightly, seeing her blushing, he smiled softly.

Only this time, he didn't say anything sarcastic.

The first button of the pajamas was quickly unbuttoned. Seeing that the two slender, white fingers were about to land on the second one, Ning Rou couldn't hold back, and stretched out her hand to hold the woman's hand. Blushing and shaking his head, he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Don't, don't take it off."

"I'll give you the medicine from behind, okay?"

Logan's silk pajamas were loosely worn on the body, and when looking down from the neckline, you can vaguely see some wonderful spring scenery. Guess what, I didn't wear anything inside.

Ning Rou didn't even dare to think about how she would apply medicine to the woman in front of those two lumps.

So embarrassing, they were so close again.

Her tone, full of shy pleas, sounded particularly endearing.

Luo Zhen didn't waver, his face was covered with calm and coldness, his fingertips moved, and he still stubbornly wanted to undress.

"I don't mind."

What's there to mind?

They had seen each other's bodies as early as five years ago.

A careless sentence made Ning Rou fall into a deeper embarrassment.

Her eyes were so red that she didn't have time to think, so she spoke the truth hidden in her heart.

"I mind—"

"Alo, Alo, please—" two consecutive "Alo"

sounded, and each sentence became softer, like a baby, full of intimacy and trust.

For a moment, Luo Zhen even thought that he had returned to five years ago.

She lowered her eyes, she really couldn't say no to such Ning Rou.

After a long while, he finally loosened his fingertips from the buttons on his chest, and lay down on the bed with a cold face and silence.

Ning Rou was very upset.

He didn't lift the other party's pajamas from bottom to top until he confirmed that Luo Zhen would not turn over suddenly.

Luo Zhen has a good figure, and there is no excess fat on his whole body.

Her back is slender and thin, like a well-polished piece of white jade, without any flaws. The line between the shoulders and waist also outlines a perfect and attractive curve.

It's so beautiful - Ning Rou stared at it for a few times, and secretly sighed in her heart.

Her face was still red.

Until the fingers drop, the breath is still full of tension and heat.

Perhaps it was because I didn't have to be stared at by those cold eyes, when I applied the medicine, I felt a little more relaxed, and my fingertips no longer trembled like before.

Luo Zhen pressed his face against the pillow, and also noticed this slight change.

No matter what Ning Rou does, she is very serious.

Although she couldn't see it, she could guess that Ning Rou's expression at the moment must be focused and cute.

Just thinking about it, her heart softened, and she even began to reflect— was she

too fierce just now? Otherwise, how could it scare people like that?

His hands never stopped shaking.

Luo Zhenchen sighed slightly, and frowned slightly.

She really knows Ning Rou's character very well.

When you are good, you are good, and when you are stubborn, you are really stubborn.

The most troublesome thing is that she doesn't lose her temper with others, and when she is upset, she always hides alone and sulks.

People like this, no matter what happens, they will only hide it in their hearts.

If you are not fierce or fierce, or frightened or frightened, you will not say anything.

Facts have proved that the trick of pretending to be fierce and indifferent is effective.

At least, Ning Rou said the word 'mind'.

If it's not a guilty conscience, why would you mind?

Luo Zhen thought that Ning Rou should still have some thoughts about her.

As for how much this 'some' is, she is not sure.

I can only continue to ask.

Ning Rou felt too guilty towards her, and these guilts were the best bargaining chips she could use.

She wants to let Ning Rou fall into her carefully planned trap step by step, and then admit with her own mouth——

she still loves herself.

Ten minutes passed, and most of the medicine in the hose was gone.

Ning Rou's palms were covered with melted white ointment, very fragrant and slippery.

She released her hand from Luozhen's back, and put down the high rolled pajamas with the tip of the only little finger that was not stained with the ointment, and then called softly.

"Okay." The

soft and sweet voice made people reluctant to say a bad word to her.

Luo Zhen frowned tightly, and after more than ten seconds passed, he sat up with his arms propped up.

Her complexion is not very good-looking, and her expression looks cold.

Ning Rou raised her head and glanced timidly, thinking she had done something wrong, she immediately asked in a low voice.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"I'm sorry."

Luozhen didn't even answer, she apologized on her own initiative.

With such a cautious reaction, even a stranger would feel distressed.

What's more, the person who heard this sentence at this time was Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and some unbearable feeling poured out of his heart.

But she knew that if she gave up at this time, everything she did today would be meaningless.

She blinked, with a vague expression on her face, and asked in a low voice.

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" A

sudden question, like an iceberg, lay between the two of them.

Ning Rou didn't know how to answer, and Luo Zhen didn't intend to give her a chance to answer.

She pursed her lips, took the ointment from Ning Rou's hand, then held that soft white hand, and squeezed some ointment into the other's palm.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast.

When Ning Rou had no time to refuse, Luo Zhen grabbed her hand and slipped into the pajamas from the corner of her clothes.

When she realized what happened, her palm was already attached to a piece of soft and delicate skin.

That's close to the chest, and the fingertips only need to go up a little bit -

Ning Rou didn't dare to think about it, and subconsciously retracted her hand, but Luozhen's hand was still covering the back of her hand, making her struggle even less than.

She was still in shock, but a soft whisper sounded in her ear, which made her stop all the movements of her fingertips in an instant.

"Here, it's been hurting since that day."

She raised her head, Luozhen's eyes seemed a little red and wet.

It was completely different from the cold and fierce one before.

Her heart was bewildered, and her consciousness was also bewildered.

The place where the palm of the hand is close is exactly the heart.

What Luo Zhen said just now, was he talking about skin pain? Are you still saying—heartache?

She didn't know, and didn't dare to ask. Her lips moved for a long time, but she still couldn't say a word.

Seeing her appearance, Luo Zhen drooped his eyelids slightly, and did not continue this topic.

"Take the medicine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she let go of her hand, leaving only Ning Rou's hand inside the pajamas.

Her reaction was so calm and calm, which made Ning Rou's heart flustered even more.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that the current method of administering medicine was far more tormenting than Luozhen's past 'punishment'.

It was simply a long ordeal.

Her palm seemed to be glued to the woman's skin.

Don't talk about taking medicine, I can't even move.

This pose is too intriguing.

One minute passed, and her hand did not move; three minutes passed, and her hand still did not move.

She could feel Luo Zhen's heartbeat, beating at a steady speed from the beginning to the end, without any tension or abnormality.

On the other hand, the temperature of her hands is getting higher and higher, and the palm is getting hotter and hotter, even bringing out a little heat on Luozhen's skin.

Is it her problem?

It must be her problem.

Because Luo Zhen reacted too calmly.

She wanted to pull out her hand, but Luo Zhen was looking at her again, a look frightened her so much that she lost all thoughts of running away.

Time passed slowly like this.

The atmosphere is very subtle, quiet, awkward, and charming.

Ning Rou was almost forced to cry, her slightly raised eyes were full of misty redness.

She was a little dazed and at a loss, and just when she felt embarrassed, there was an extremely cold inquiry in the air, which instantly made her raise her head.

"Why are your hands so hot?"

She opened her lips, her eyes filled with mist.

Before she could respond, a cold hand touched her cheek.

"What on earth do you care about?"

"Haven't you seen and touched my body a long time ago?"

"Could it be that after five years, it is still attractive to you?"

Question after question post It rang in the ear.

Ning Rou didn't want to hear it, but she had to.

She habitually wanted to escape, but Luo Zhen put his hand on her chin, making her unable to move at all.

"Admit it, you still love me, don't you?" The

last whisper sounded, she finally couldn't bear it, and the hot tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Every drop hit Luo Zhen's heart heavily.

There was a slight sobbing sound in the air, which made people feel distressed.

Luo Zhen's face was cold, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't let go of his hands.

She saw the wavering in Ning Rou's eyes, and also saw Ning Rou's lips move slightly.

The word hidden in the throat is clearly the word 'yes'.

Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

Before Luo Zhen could react, there was a knock on the door.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, and Ning Rou quickly regained consciousness as if shocked.

Realizing that their posture was too intimate, she immediately pulled her hands out of Luozhen's pajamas, and without even wiping away her tears, she opened the door and rushed out with red eyes.

It happened to be such a critical moment that someone came.

Luo Zhen's face was extremely gloomy and cold, his hands were hidden under the quilt, tightly clenched into fists.

A minute later, two people walked in from the door.

Walking in front was Luo Fanxing with a guilty face; following behind was her 'friend' whom she hadn't contacted for nine years—

Pei Yi.

The author has something to say: Mr. Luo (clenching his fists): Displeased! Do you know how difficult it is for me to keep my heart beating steadily while my wife's hand is on my chest? hateful!

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