I loved you once, the sun and the moon bear witness

Language is a knife that kills without blood.

Bad talk hurts June cold.

Only then did he realize that he was such an asshole in the past.

At this moment, Shang Rin really felt owed and guilty from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help holding Liu Ying's cold hand, and pressed her head tightly against his firm belly.

Liu Ying was hugged by him unexpectedly, and heard his apology with her own ears, her expression was in a trance for a few seconds.

But in an instant, when she thought of the sadness and grievances she had endured in the past, her heart became hardened.

She coldly pushed him away, stood up and cleaned up the dishes on the table, with an indifferent expression:
"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now? If you marry someone else in the future, you must treat him better and don't hurt him like this."

Liu Ying sincerely gave him advice.

Unexpectedly, Shang Rin wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, and leaned closer to her ear, with a sullen tone in his tone:
"Who said I'm going to marry someone else in the future?"

Liu Ying couldn't help but "sneer": "The one who wanted to marry Liu Qin at the beginning, wasn't it you?"

Shang Lin suddenly bit her earlobe lightly: "I don't think so anymore."

Liu Ying didn't expect him to make such an ambiguous gesture, and a softness hit her whole body at the base of her ear, she quickly broke away his hand, pretending to be unconscious and continuing to clean up the dishes.

"Whether you have this idea, that's your business!"

After choking, she carried the bowl and chopsticks and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word.

"Liu Ying, you should understand my thoughts better than anyone else now!"

Shang Lin didn't expect that she still didn't understand his intentions, he became a little annoyed, and immediately followed into the kitchen.

Liu Ying put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink at one go, turned on the faucet, and started rinsing with a "crash", her tone was still understated:

"Sorry, I don't have time to understand your thoughts now, after all, you have nothing to do with me."

His thoughts are already so obvious.

Unexpectedly, she still pretended not to understand.

Did she really have no feelings for him, or was she just pretending to be calm?

Shang Lin stood behind her, quietly watching her slender back.

She was wearing a simple white sportswear, her short hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and she wore red four-leaf clover earrings on her ears. It was obviously a very common attire, but in his eyes, there was a kind of The charm that makes his heart beat.

Compared to Liu Ying's former restraint, he really likes her relaxed posture now...

Shang Lin couldn't help walking forward, just at this moment, Liu Ying reached out to the lid of the dish soap, ready to squeeze out some to wash the dishes.

However, just as she pressed her hand down, Shang Rin's long, white hand immediately covered it.

Feeling like an electric shock, Liu Ying hurriedly wanted to let go.

But in the next second, Shang Lin suddenly squeezed out some detergent and dripped it on Liu Ying's palm.

He held her hand, and the detergent was slippery in the palms of the two of them. Liu Ying only felt that her hand was being pinched by Shang Rin and rubbed it repeatedly.

The sticky feeling of rubbing against each other made her heart beat faster.

She really wanted to break free, but for some reason, her face suddenly burned up.

Shang Lin quickly noticed her red ears, and he leaned close to her ear and joked:
"Does this greasy feeling remind you of something?"

At that moment, Liu Ying's ears became even hotter.

The little details of the past three years, which had been forgotten, lingered in her mind at this moment, and she couldn't get rid of them at all.

After all, they are husband and wife.

In those three years, even though they never had any verbal communication between them, unexpectedly, they were surprisingly in tune with each other in that respect.

She can't remember how many indescribable things they have done between them.

At this moment, Shang Rin's pointed words made Liu Ying feel uncomfortable.

She desperately wanted to break free from Shang Rin's hand, but unexpectedly, he went so far that both hands closed.

He stood behind her like this, pinching her two hands with each hand, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said quietly:
"Didn't you think I was not good at washing the dishes last time? Come, teach me."

Obviously full of resistance.

Mingming never wanted to have any physical contact with him again.

But at this moment, his words seemed to have a damned magic power, and her hands were uncontrollably at his mercy.

He held one of her hands to take the plate, and the other to take the rag, and in this awkward and ambiguous posture, the two of them washed the dishes in the sink.

Liu Ying's breathing seemed to be half a beat slow, her mind went blank, and finally managed to hold on until all the dishes were cleaned.

"It is said that men and women match, and work is not tiring. It seems to be true."

Shang Rin washed their hands with satisfaction, and finally pulled away from behind Liu Ying.

At that moment, Liu Ying suddenly felt as if a mountain had moved away from her body.

She turned her head and gave him a hard look, and her out-of-control emotions finally returned to the original point.

Seeing Shang Rin's complacent and proud appearance, she suddenly suspected that his head was just a slight skin trauma, and there was nothing serious about it.

She then said coldly:

"Seeing that you're fine after all the tossing around just now, I guess there shouldn't be much problem with your head. Why don't I go back tonight?"

The smile on Shang Rin's face froze:
"Didn't you say that you would be with me for three days?"

Liu Ying took off her apron, and walked out without any explanation:
"Since everything is fine for you, why should I waste time?"

As soon as Liu Ying finished speaking, she heard a "plop" from behind.

She turned her head quickly, unexpectedly, she saw Shang Rin lying on the ground suddenly, holding his head and muttering:
"Dizzy, still dizzy, Liu Ying, quickly help me back to my room."

Liu Ying rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would be hard for her to imagine that a tall and strong man like Shang Lin would use such a routine to keep her.

He was clearly alive and well just now, how could he faint on the ground when she said to leave?
This is clearly pretending!
Liu Ying was a little speechless: "Shang Lin, are you a three-year-old?"

Shang Lin didn't respond, he was lying on the ground, his facial expression became more and more distorted, his hands were holding his head, looking as if he was in too much pain.

This way, it doesn't look like it's faked.

Liu Ying couldn't make up her mind for a while, so she had to squat down to have a look.

As a result, the moment she squatted down, Shang Rin suddenly tightened her waist, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Shang Lin, you're playing a rascal again!"

Liu Ying's heart trembled suddenly, she wanted to push him away almost like a conditioned reflex.

"Actually, you still have me in your heart, you can't forget me at all. Liu Ying, can you stop pretending?"

Shang Rin's lips pressed against her ear, and his low voice proclaimed.