Wife is Not Divorced

Chu Chisi lowered his head and closed his eyes. When she raised her head again, it seemed that she had returned to her usual calm and always calm appearance.

The toes of the shoes stepped on the fallen leaves, making some fine noises.

"Even if you are with her, it's all just to deceive me, it doesn't matter if you come to manipulate my layout."

Chu Chisi lowered his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller: "Thank you for being there and helping me out."

Tang Li was stunned, just about to explain something, but Chu Chisi had already walked over, hesitating, hesitating, and carefully stretched out his hands.

Chu Chisi moved very slowly, like a snail crawling along his clothes little by little, his hands slowly wrapped around Tang Li's waist, and then gently hugged her.

There was a winter forest-like atmosphere on the tip of the hair, and the fine snow fell silently in the hair gap, melting quietly, leaving behind a little bit of warm water marks.

The soft body was close to him, and the fragrant aroma penetrated into his chest, making his heartbeat suddenly quicken.

Tang Li was hoarse, and just wanted to say something, but was stopped by the person in his arms: "Don't talk."

"Let me hug for a while, just a while."

Chu Chisi lowered her head and buried her entire body in her arms, like a homeless child, rubbing herself crumpled, shrinking, holding your clothes with her hands, no matter what. willing to go.

Tang Li let her hold it, bowed her head slightly, and the tip of her nose touched the long smooth black hair, but the fragrance poured into her heart was filled with bitterness, so bitter and so bitter, insoluble bitterness and distress.

The dazzling long hair followed, like the melting sunlight, Tang Li leaned down, wrapped his arms around his neck, and quietly embraced the other party in his arms.

She hugged her so tightly that it was almost breathless. The faint fragrance of pear flowers soaked into the blood, but it made people feel warm and at ease for no reason.

She covered her long black hair with her hand and stroked it gently. Her voice fell in a low voice and landed on the side of her ear: "It's alright, I'm here."

Chu Chisi didn't speak, just hugged her tighter.

Tang Li patted her back lightly and soothed her, her voice soft and low, coaxing her gently: "Chi Si, it's alright."

Her back was trembling, and the shape of her shoulder blades showed under the thin clothes. She was too thin, it shouldn't be like this.

My heart seemed to be cut by a rusty blade, and the wound was torn and healed thousands of times.

Tang Li silently hugged her tightly.

If she doesn't want to speak, it will give her a peace that can be embraced at ease; if she doesn't want to reveal her vulnerability, then she will pretend that she can't hear or see, and guard her layers of disguise.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Chisi slowly released her, her eyes were still a little red, but her breathing was much smoother.

Tang Li bent down, her soft fingertips ran across her skin, itching finely, around her cheeks, and pulled a strand of long scattered hair behind her ears.

She asked softly, "Feeling better?"

This sentence made the tip of his nose sour, and Chu Chisi lowered his head again. After arranging his voice for a long time, he slowly said, "It's better."

Tang Li smiled and said, "Hey, I'm sorry, I just threw out all the coffee I bought for Chi Si with a shake of my heart."

Chu Chisi: "...?"

Panicked? shaking hands? ? The cup of coffee was splashed quickly, hard and accurately, obviously it was aimed at the "fake professor", how did it turn into Tang Li's mouth a few times, and it turned into an accident.

"As an apology, how about we go buy another cup?"

This voice was not like Tang Li's usual crisp voice, but a low, hoarse voice that flowed into the depths of the eardrum like a melt, and even the bones trembled gently.

The knuckles reached out to the hand that was hanging by her side, took her hand, and clasped it firmly in the palm of her hand, holding it tightly, very tightly.

"Let's go together, shall we?"

The author says:

Tang Li in the dream: hugging his wife, kissing, and turning to the high-speed

Actual Tang Li: The hapless man who could be killed by his wife at any time

【Citations and Notes】

①: "Psalm 90:9"

All the days we have passed are under your wrath. We spend all our years like a sigh.

The years of our life are seventy years old, and if we are strong we may be eighty years old, but all we can boast about is toil and sorrow; ?