Dear Mr. Shi

But this time, her voice didn't come out again. When she was "sleeping" to protect her from the cold, she suddenly turned around, pressed her body over her body, and then kissed her lips.

Shi Yuhan's kiss was particularly intense, sucking, biting, the kind of kiss that you want to crush her to pieces.

It wasn't until Song Qinghuan was breathless from the kiss and was about to suffocate, that he let go of her tortured red and swollen lips.

But his lips were burned on her white and tender neck, and his kiss slipped from the neck to the collarbone, and then to her small but plump abundance, leaving a string of red and purple marks on the white skin.

The weather was very different that night. Song Qinghuan seemed to see weakness in him. When he violently moved in her body, she faintly heard his tight lips whispering.

The voice was too low, Shi Yuhan couldn't hear what he was saying in his ear? She couldn't hear anything except her short and painful gasping.

In the end, she could only vaguely distinguish a few sentences, which he repeated several times.

He said: "Don't leave me, don't leave..."

Song Qinghuan listened vaguely in the dark, her heart softened into water, cold tears had fallen to the corners of her eyes, she reached out and hugged him tightly, tightly...

Finally, he fell on her exhausted and calmed his breathing, and she was hollowed out by him, and fell asleep...

When Song Qinghuan got up the next morning, he found that he was already three poles in the sun.

She looked around, and did not see Shi Yuhan. When she was getting dressed and preparing to go out to find someone, Shi Yuhan walked in with a large bag of food in her hand.

"Morning!" Song Qinghuan smiled at him.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and smiled faintly: "Get up, let's cook!"

After speaking, he stepped into the kitchen, and she immediately followed in.

The kitchen was so small that it couldn't fit two people at all, so Song Qinghuan was going to push Shi Yuhan out first, saying that she would be fine.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were bright and flowing, and her thin lips were slightly picked, and she pushed her out first: "I'll make it for you."

Song Qinghuan looked at him, thought about the delicious food that day, and nodded unceremoniously, "Okay!"

So Yuhan began to cook, and Song Qinghuan kept watching, helping pick and wash vegetables by the way.

The vinegared fish, the small stir-fried beef, the bean sprouts in the soup, and the three dishes are ready soon. The presentation is very good, and of course the taste is also very good.

After Song Qinghuan picked up the chopsticks and started it, he never stopped.

Song Qinghuan raised her head and smiled at him, her beautiful eyes bent into a crescent shape, her smile was a little flattering and coquettish, "When you stay out of the cold, you can become a chef if you are unemployed in the future. It only proves to be a living sign."

Shi Yuhan squeezed her cheek: "Don't call Shi Yuhan."

"What's that called, Han Yushi?" Song Qinghuan mischievously turned his name back and read it.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, broke the ice and laughed, and then lowered his head to eat.

Song Qinghuan felt that the atmosphere was really good today. It was warm and gentle and intoxicating. It would be great if he could be like this on the first day.

Just when Song Qinghuan was thinking that it would be worthwhile for her to stay, Shi Yuhan's voice suddenly rang indifferently in his ears.

She said: "Song Qinghuan, after returning, Shi Yuhan is almost ready. We are about to go through the divorce procedures."

Song Qinghuan's smile froze, she almost came out and asked: "Why?"