Duanmu Que looked at me standing naked in the corner. He nodded in satisfaction. He pulled me to the front of the bathtub and draped a towel over me. He drained all the water he'd soaked in and brushed the corners of the bathtub. Then, he filled the bathtub with water. He stood up and looked at me. "Get in."
I didn't understand Duanmu Que's actions. I looked at him in confusion. "What is the meaning of this?"
Duanmu Que paused and looked at me. "I wasn't feeling well in the afternoon. I was sweating all over. You were by my side the whole time, right? I'm guessing you're covered in my sweat. You should wash up."
I understood Duanmu Que's meaning. I shook my head and looked at Duanmu Que, saying, "No need, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll go out first." With that, I retreated towards the door.
Duanmu Que suddenly crouched down and picked me up horizontally. He took off his slippers and stepped into the bathtub. Then, he placed me in the bathtub. Since the bathtub was small, I didn't have time to react. Duanmu Que placed me in front of him. With my back facing him, I could feel his strong heartbeat.
Neither of us spoke. At that moment, it felt as if the space around us had frozen. Duanmu Que wet the towel and gently wiped my back. A few days ago, when I was fighting with Duanmu Que and fell down the stairs, the injuries were still very obvious. I could feel Duanmu Que's fingertips gently grazing the scars on my back. It was just a simple physical touch, but I could vaguely feel his sadness.
But I couldn't accept this kind of warmth. The him now and the him a few days ago were two completely different people. I didn't know which was the real him. I didn't move. I sat in Duanmu Que's arms and let him stroke my back. He stroked the bruises that he'd caused.
Because my shoulders weren't soaked in the water, I felt a little cold. I lowered my head and hugged my shoulders. Just then, Duanmu Que hugged me from behind. In an instant, my entire body warmed up. My face grew redder and redder. I wanted him to let me go, but I didn't know what to say. Just as I was hesitating, Duanmu Que suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."
I didn't say anything. I knew that he was apologizing to me for falling down the stairs with him two days ago. I was indeed heartbroken towards him, but what was this tenderness of his? I didn't know either. I could only comfort myself again and again, telling myself that the Duanmu Que now wasn't the same as before. It was impossible for him to love and care for me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh.
My sigh stunned Duanmu Que. He was still hugging me. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? "
I moved Duanmu Que's hand away. I turned around and sat across from Duanmu Que. Looking at that familiar yet strange face, I said, "I think the two of us need to talk."
"Okay, go ahead." Duanmu Que looked at me, his expression becoming a little serious.
I sorted out my emotions. I looked at Duanmu Que and said, "Tell me, why are you suddenly so nice to me? Didn't you annoy me to the point that you wanted to kill me? Why are you so passionate now? "
Duanmu Que sighed. He looked at me and said, "I have indeed forgotten everything that happened between us. But when I think of you, my heart doesn't feel pain, but happiness. I'm becoming more and more interested in you. I admit that I did hate you. I did do a lot of things to hurt you. I won't deny that. "" It's too late.
"It's already too late. There are only twelve days until our divorce date. I don't have many requests. I just hope that you can let me spend these twelve days in peace. I'll be satisfied. I don't want to have anything to do with you. As for whether you want to remember it or not, it doesn't have much to do with me, because I don't have you in my heart anymore." It took a lot of courage for me to say these words, but as soon as I said them, my heart broke painfully. I stood up from the bathtub and calmed myself down. Looking at Duanmu Que, I said, "I'll go out first." With that, I stepped out of the bathtub and walked towards the door.
"You're not a woman who can lie." Duanmu Que said from behind me. "Your tears betrayed you. You say you have no feelings for me, but in your heart, you can't bear to part with me. It seems that you have feelings for me."
I stopped and turned to look at Duanmu Que. "You're wrong. I have feelings for the old Duanmu Que, not for a cold-blooded monster like you."
Duanmu Que smiled coldly. He looked at me and said, "Since you said that, it seems that I should keep you by my side so that I can slowly torture you. How about this? Since I can divorce you, I can also choose not to. The right is in my hands."
"I believe that you can do that, but you can't restrict my freedom. Since I agreed to divorce you, I can also choose not to continue being with you. You don't have to threaten me. Since it's come to this, I have nothing to be afraid of. Alright, I'm going to sleep." Then, I walked out of the bathroom.
The moment I closed the door, my heart started to beat faster and faster. It felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I didn't know if my words had angered him. I hoped not. Right now, nothing was more important than the child in my belly. As long as he didn't hurt my child, or rather, our child, it would be fine. Although he didn't know, I didn't know how to face Duanmu Que and the entire Duanmu family.
I calmed down and walked to the side of the bed. I lay down on the side of the bed where I had laid the quilt. As I crawled under the quilt, a wave of sleepiness hit me. I prepared to go to sleep early. After all, my body was still very weak. Just as I was half-awake, I vaguely felt Duanmu Que walk out of the bathroom and lie down on the bed. I didn't say anything and just moved to the side of the bed. I was afraid that if I squeezed him, he would find a chance to fly into a rage.
I could feel Duanmu Que tossing and turning for a while, then he stopped moving. I guessed that he had gone to sleep. Before I could finish my thoughts, Duanmu Que's arm pressed against my body. His hand happened to cover my breasts. I blushed and reached out to pat his hand. "Take it away," I whispered. Duanmu Que didn't speak, nor did he take his hand away. I was a little angry. I turned to look at him and said angrily, "What do you want to do …"
Without waiting for me to finish, Duanmu Que's lips had already deeply kissed mine.
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