The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 150 You Are Just Putting Up With Me

The day passed like this, and I took some medicine at night to feel less pain in my arm, but just as I fell asleep, I felt someone came into the room.

I couldn't hear any footsteps at all, but there was a furry feeling that someone was staring at me.This made me very uneasy, and I kept thinking in my heart: Is it the sound or the ghost?Both are equally terrifying to me.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a chair moving.

I really wanted to look around, but I couldn't see it. I could only feel someone approaching me. After a while, a hand held mine.

Frankly, I was relieved that at least the other party was a living thing.

My hand was pulled up, and soon, I touched something soft.

Is it Fanyin?
Is it sweet or...

Although the matter has been discussed, there is also a guarantee.But I still didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to move, and tried my best to convince myself to fall asleep.

But I actually couldn't sleep at all.

My fingers can feel the soft piece of meat lingering on my fingers, sometimes sucking, licking, and biting when I am more relaxed, I am defenseless, painful and numb, I don’t know if this counts It's a breach of warranty.

When she was nervous, Fanyin suddenly said, "When you wake up, get up and chat."

I thought he was testing me, so I didn't speak.

After a while, he said, "I went to see the doctor in the afternoon."

I didn't speak, and heard him continue: "They said, I must first accept that personality is also me, and I must find a way to convince him to accept that I am also me."

I couldn't help asking: "Then are you willing to accept it?"

"Do you think that could be me?" he asked back.

"Maybe." I said, "He has memories that you don't."

He didn't speak.

"And he doesn't hit me." I said, "That's the most important point."

"That's right," he said with some sarcasm in his tone, "he killed it directly."

I took out the hand he was holding, sat up and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to ask you." He was silent for a long time after saying this, and asked, "Would you like to accompany me for treatment?"

I stayed for a while.

"The doctors said they had to find a chance to talk to him, or if they couldn't, someone who could. They thought I must have been through some horrible things as a kid, but I don't remember anything myself." His voice was calm : "I want you to ask him."

"That's what we planned," I said, "but you've been hunting me down, and I don't have time for that."

"Thank you." His tone was a little awkward: "The children are my last hope, and I don't want anything to happen to them."

"Then can I ask you a question?" I said, "If you don't want to answer that's fine, but you mustn't hit me."

"What are you afraid of with a guarantee?"

"I'm afraid your words don't count."

He smiled: "Ask."

I worked up my courage and asked, "What kind of person is Amelie?"

He was silent for a long time before he said, "I don't know either."

"Don't know? Don't you know her?"

"Lingling," his tone was a bit tangled: "I don't think I love you at all."

"I know." Love me would not be willing to treat me like this.The funny thing is, now I don't know if I still love him.Our relationship has become like a tangled strand of hair without any focus.

"Have you thought about the reason?"

"I haven't thought about it." I said, "Loving someone is an emotional thing, and there is no need for a reason."

"Because you are so easy to understand, but Amelie is different. I have never been able to understand her. In the days with her, I always feel that I am going through an adventure." He said: "So I don't understand She, there's no way to describe who she is. I just know that I love her. I've had so many women, but I've never had anyone feel the same way."

"Has she ever hurt you?"

"Yes, she hurts me almost every day." His tone was very low: "She is not the type like you who would allow me to bully, so as long as something goes wrong, she will take revenge on me. Just like my father By the way, if you were her now, she would have plotted against me long ago. But I may just like her, I hate weak kindness, although such a person is very 'great'."

"Then does she love you?"

"Love."

"Why do you think so?"

"She has been by my side since I was a child, and no matter what happens to me, she has never left me." His tone was very gentle: "I think she loves me."

"Then do you think I love you?"

"You?" He laughed. "You're just putting up with me."

I was a little hurt, so I didn't speak.

He seemed to sense my strangeness, and said, "It's not that you don't want to leave, but that you can't. This is different from you actively wanting to stay by my side. Besides, even if you love, you don't love me."

I still didn't speak.

He was silent for a while, and said again: "Sorry, my words are a bit heavy. If you are not happy, then I take it back."

I wiped the tears on my face and said, "I think those bad memories may irritate him when talking with the second personality. If he can't control himself again, he may tie you up again." Lock it up."

He didn't speak.

I thought he was listening, so I continued to say: "So during this period of time, you should take care of your body first, and I also want to take care of your illness first, not to mention talking with him slowly. I hope you can adjust your mentality. Lock it up and don't seek death. Although it is painful, your parents, Xing Xing and Nian Nian need you."

"What about you?" He asked suddenly.

"I..." I said, "Regardless of whether I can help you cure your disease or I can't help you this time, we are going to divorce. I don't plan to stay here and endure you, and it's not like I have nowhere to go. I can live by myself or choose someone else, and I... I am not born to like being bullied."

I can't go on, I feel so sad.I couldn't see anything, and the pain was excruciating, which made me feel more and more hopeless.

"Oh." He said lightly, "What about Nian Nian?"

"If your illness recovers, let her be by your side. If not, I will discuss it with my father." I made up my mind.

"Oh." He said, "Didn't I already write the guarantee? Why are you doing this again?"

"Because..." Forget it, I don't want to say it: "I have always planned this way, but I have no chance to tell you. Originally, I like the person who treats me well, not you. If your illness is cured If it’s gone, then the person who is good to me is gone. If yours is not good, I don’t want to live this life anymore. This world is so big, there are too many people who can be good to me.”

"Oh." He said, "Pulan is good to you, choose him."

"You don't have to worry about it." I asked, "Is there anything else you can do? I'll go to bed when I'm fine."

"It's all right." His tone seemed to be very happy: "Do you need to change your eye medicine?"

"I'll call the doctor myself."

I didn't hear him speak after that, just the scrape of the chair legs against the floor, and the opening and closing of the door.

Finally, I was the only one left in the ward.

But I couldn't sleep at all, I just sat there, "looking" at the darkness.

Me, I'm actually a very naive person.I can bear his illness, he bullies me, and I can find reasons to forgive.But I don't want to hear him say that he doesn't love me, even if I know it in my heart.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's because he really doesn't have any advantages left, only this one can give me a little room for fantasy.

So I don't want to be with him anymore.After this matter is over, I will divorce him. If their family disagrees, I will try to find my adoptive father.

Anyway, I won't stay here and suffer.

The wet gauze was stuffy on my eyes, which made me feel even more uncomfortable, so I took it off, regardless of whether it would hurt my eyes, at least let it breathe.

Wipe away tears, eyes are still so dark, as if completely blind.

Might be really blind?Thinking of this makes me want to cry even more.

Even a dog knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. What the hell have I been doing all these years?
Suddenly, a hand was placed on my head.

I shuddered unpreparedly, and at the same time, something soft pressed against my lips.

The familiar smell woke me up, I quickly pushed him with my only remaining hand, but he grabbed the wrist.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, and wanted to cry more and more, so he let go and wiped my face with his hands, still laughing: "Don't you want to sleep?"

I struggled with my wrist, but still couldn't move it, so I had no choice but to sit still and remain silent.

He didn't move at first, then he pressed his upper body down, put his arms around my back, put his cheek against mine, and said with a smile, "You're really a kid."

I don't want to answer.

"Just in order not to divorce this marriage, I promised him to dig the grave and wrote a guarantee letter." He stroked my back and asked in a low voice, "You actually want to divorce?"

I said nothing.

"Stupid pig." He patted my back, kissed me on the cheek, and let go.

I no longer know what he is thinking, at this moment, my heart is very confused.A little happy, but afraid of flipping after being happy.

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a while, probably feeling bored, and said, "I'll call for a doctor."

"No, I can call myself." I said, "Go and rest if you have nothing to do."

"Still angry?" He laughed again: "Didn't you already explain it?"

I didn't speak.

"Don't cry." He wiped my face with his hands again, and said, "I was just joking, just to see if you would be angry."

"I don't think you're joking." I said, "Don't explain, I don't care about that. I will definitely help you seriously, and you don't have to be afraid that I will get angry."

He didn't move or say anything, and after a while, he leaned over and put his arms around my shoulders again.

I twisted and tried to struggle, but suddenly felt something hard pressed against my neck.His voice was a little vague: "If you twist it again, you will bite."

(End of this chapter)