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He held my hand and said to me softly: "Man, I love you and our daughter, but we are an old couple after all, so sometimes I don't bother to show this kind of feeling, but Please believe me, no one can take your place in my heart."

When Deng Wenliang said the last sentence, his eyes were very firm. This kind of eyes gave me full strength, which made me completely believe his words. I thought, in his heart, he might really love me, but, in the In his special position, he might need a physical comfort too.

Deng Wenliang stood up, stroked my face lightly, and said to me: "I'm going to take a bath, don't think about it anymore."

I nodded obediently, he let me go and strode towards the bathroom.

At night, we were lying on the bed together, Deng Wenliang turned his back to me, and gradually, there was a soft snoring sound from his side.

But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and I didn't dare to turn over forcefully, for fear of disturbing his clear dream.

Once upon a time, my husband Wen Liang always liked to hug me when he slept, and praised my skin with a smile, saying that I was a soft boneless animal and his cutest little squirrel...

But since when did he no longer like to hug me to sleep?Always like now, give me a generous and cold back...

I felt a throbbing pain in my heart, I got out of bed gently, put on a pajamas, turned on a desk lamp, and sat in front of the vanity mirror.

I gently combed my half-length black hair. On that day, Deng Wenliang accidentally caught a glimpse of some white hairs on my head. At that time, he frowned slightly, and then said to me: I have time to dye my hair. Bar.

Hearing this, I was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little disappointed. In fact, which woman in her thirties doesn't have a few white hairs on her head?Not to mention more than 30, when we were in college, the girls in one of our dormitories, except me, all had a few white hairs on their heads.

Over the years, I don't know if those youthful girls have added a little more hair to their heads?And how did these few white hairs come into being in my black hair?I don't know, I only know that we have gone through ups and downs in these years and experienced a lot, maybe these few gray hairs are the witness of the vicissitudes we have experienced.

I responded lightly to Deng Wenliang: "It's not too much, I don't think it's necessary to dye it? I don't like dyeing my hair, it's not good for my health."

Deng Wenliang looked at me and didn't say anything, but I could feel the disappointment in his eyes.

He is a man who demands perfection and always hopes that his woman will always be young and beautiful, but does he know that sometimes vicissitudes themselves are a kind of beauty?

At this moment, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, I was sitting in front of the mirror, stroking my smooth hair, thinking to myself, maybe, I should go and dye my hair.

During that period of psychological struggle, I also had to endure the physical desires that appeared in my body from time to time. Sometimes I would have erotic dreams. The strange thing is that all the erotic dreams I had were in the early morning. In the dream, I could even hear I groaned, but I couldn't see the face of the man on my body, I just subconsciously felt that he was very young and handsome...

Every time I have this kind of dream, I will wake up suddenly during sex, and then find that my hands are deeply touching the bottom of my body, and the palms are moist...