Madam leg hurts please hug

An Xiaoyue took the initiative to offer a kiss more than once, and never tired of it.

Every time when Gong Yumo was unhappy or extremely angry, as long as she blocked his lips, Gong Yumo would act as if nothing had happened.

She even thought about whether Gong Yumo loved her too, that's why she couldn't resist her kiss.

It wasn't until the moment he filed for divorce that An Xiaoyue understood.

Maybe this kiss was nothing to him, but just a way to retreat between each other.

After he left, his lips lay down again, An Xiaoyue pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "I've told you many times, you're more handsome when you don't speak."

"An Xiaoyue..." Gong Yumo's Adam's apple twitched, the room was too dark, he couldn't see her expression clearly.

"I'm so tired, I'm going to bed." An Xiaoyue turned her back, tears welling in her eyes.

If she went on, she could hardly hide her tears, so she would be ashamed.

Gong Yumo's hand went around her body, and his fingertips gently touched the wetness on her face.

"Are you crying?"

An Xiaoyue bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound, but her tears became more and more fierce, she couldn't stop her, and even her shoulders shrugged slightly.

Gong Yumo sighed helplessly, and turned her over with his big hands into his arms, sobbing softly with her face buried in his chest.

This embrace was so reassuring, An Xiaoyue was afraid that she would be reluctant to leave if she was greedy for this kind of warmth.

She struggled to resist, to escape from his arms, but he held her tightly in his arms.

"We haven't divorced yet, this place still belongs to you." Gong Yumo's voice sounded above her head.

An Xiaoyue laughed from the bottom of her heart, look at how gentlemanly this man is, he can be distinguished so clearly.

She raised her head from his arms, with wet tears still hanging on her face, "Shouldn't you also fulfill your husband's duties?"

Before Gong Yumo could speak, she stretched her hand along the hem of his clothes and touched his thin waist.

Gong Yumo's throat tightened, and he grabbed her criminal hand to stop her next move.

There was an unknown obscurity in the voice, "Are you playing with fire?"

"Then you set me on fire." An Xiaoyue provoked.

"you sure?"

He even proposed divorce to her, is she really willing?
"Oh, I forgot that you have bad legs, let's forget it." An Xiaoyue said deliberately.

Through the moonlight coming in from the window, Gong Yumo's deep eyes locked tightly on her face, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a beautiful arc.

"It's okay, my waist is fine."

He leaned forward, clasped An Xiaoyue's hands on the pillow, lowered his head to cover her small and tender mouth, followed by a passionate kiss, domineering and lingering.

An Xiaoyue was so kissed that she couldn't breathe, but she was willing to drown in this kiss.

The pale white moonlight shone on the thin quilt, and under the quilt were two people who were tightly pressed together without any gaps.

The first time An Xiaoyue did this was shortly after she married Gong Yumo. At that time, Gong Yumo followed the style of a gentleman, self-disciplined and restrained herself, and never forced her.

Instead, she took the initiative to go to the house to Jiewa and set a fire to burn the two of them to death.

How could she tell him that she had been greedy for his body for a long time.

In the ward

The air conditioner in the corner is blowing cold air wantonly, and the temperature above shows 18°.

Tang Siyin was wearing thin clothes and stood at the vent of the air conditioner. The cold wind froze her thin body to the point of collapse, as if she would faint in a second.

This time she was hospitalized because she took a cold bath for herself, but she just had a fever. She requested the hospitalization, but she will be discharged within two days.

This time, she had to be tough on herself, she was going to be seriously ill.

She knew that Gong Yumo had her in his heart, but now he was too tightly entangled by that bitch An Xiaoyue, so he couldn't find any chance to accompany her.

As long as she is sick, Gong Yumo will definitely not bear her being alone in the hospital, and will definitely come to guard her!

At that time, if she said a few soft words to him, what else could An Xiaoyue do?

She firmly believed that Gong Yumo would definitely return to her side.

He could have his current status because her Tang family supported him to go up.

She is the woman who is good enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

An Xiaoyue, what is she?
After turning off the air conditioner, Tang Siyin walked unsteadily to the bed and rang the nurse's bell.

The moment the nurse pushed the door open, she fell down in the dark.

The nurse screamed in fright, "Come quickly! Miss Tang has fainted!"

Inside Fortune Mansion

The slender woman was lying on the white bed, frowning and sleeping. Her long legs were exposed, her breasts were thick and her waist was long and her legs were slender. Her skin was as delicate and white as porcelain.

Except for a few looming traces on the chest
An Xiaoyue was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, she let Gong Yumo carry her naked into the bathroom to clean her body in a daze.

She was so tired and sleepy, she just murmured, "Your leg still hurts, I'll do it myself."

That being said, she really didn't have the energy to take a shower by herself.

"My legs are fine, go to sleep, and I'll wash them for you." Gong Yumo's tone was gentle.

Hearing this, she finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Gong Yumo washed her from head to toe in the bathtub, his fingers gently stroking her fragile skin.

Another breath stagnation, he saw that the sleeping person could no longer bear the second request.

He turned his gaze and picked her up from the bathtub, quickly rinsed off the foam, wrapped her in a bathrobe and carried her back to the bedroom.

The cell phone that he had thrown away before rang again, and he looked at a piece of screen, it was the phone number of Tang Siyin's ward.

He picked it up with a frown, and his expression changed in the next second.

The sound of the door closing awakened An Xiaoyue, who was in a drowsy sleep, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to her side, only feeling a residual warmth.

She was half awake in an instant, turned on the desk lamp and sat up, dumbfounded for a moment.

The whole room was empty except for herself.
The bed still lingers on the previous charming smell.

The feeling of the cool air on the exposed skin reminded her that the person who was making out with her just now left her behind.

In the three years of marriage, Gong Yumo has never left her at this time.

Where did he go?
Could it be that he went to find Tang Siyin?

What could make him leave her in such a hurry and go out to find another woman?
A burst of grievance and anger suddenly surged in An Xiaoyue's heart.

An Xiaoyue's leg hurts, is Tang Siyin's leg okay?
What did he take her for?