Dating After Divorce

The woman's body is soft and light, and there is hardly any weight in her arms, especially the waist hidden in the loose uniform, so slender that there is not a trace of excess fat, it can be completely wrapped with only one hand.

Too thin, how can you be so thin?

Luo Zhen's mouth was sour and swollen, and even his breath was filled with traces of pain.

There's no denying that she's been the one who dominated the two's brief three-year marriage.

Ning Rou's food, clothing, housing, transportation, and all the things Ning Rou depended on for survival were not given by her, even the only name Ning Rou could write was taught by her.

Luo Zhen still remembers how shocked and puzzled he was when he received the divorce application.

Maybe it was because of her arrogant and conceited character, or maybe her inner anger was too strong. At that time, there was only one thought in her mind—

A woman like Ning Rou, who has never studied, doesn't know how to read, doesn't have any skills, has a dull and dull temperament, and is still stupid, where can she go after a divorce? I'm afraid it is difficult to even support myself.

If you want a divorce, leave.

I am afraid that within ten days, I will come back obediently.

After all, canaries kept in cages also yearn for freedom outside. After suffering enough outside, they naturally know who is best by their side.

However, she underestimated her love for Ning Rou and her determination to leave her.

Ten days passed, and Ning Rou didn't come back; twenty days passed, but Ning Rou still didn't come back; thirty days passed, and the person who was flustered and scared actually became herself.

By the time she realized that she was going to find Ning Rou back, it was too late.

Ning Rou disappeared completely like a gust of wind. After staying in her world for just three years, she waved her hand away mercilessly.

In the past five years, she has not regretted a single day. She regretted that she didn't ask anything at first, so she thought that Ning Rou couldn't live without her, and signed the divorce agreement that separated the two from now on.

The box was dark and gloomy, and only the warm yellow light from the crack of the door brought a faint glow to the corner.

Luo Zhen's red lips were slightly loose, and what lingered between her nostrils was the taste that made her familiar and reassuring, the taste of Ningrou.

I thought about it for five years, and read it for five years.

Now, she finally got her back.

It's a lie to say she's unhappy, just thinking that the woman in her arms is Ning Rou, the resentment in her heart is gone.

Consciousness has not recovered from the joy of meeting the two, and the body has already responded.

Her left hand stopped on the woman's waist, and her right hand dropped slightly, habitually going to hold the woman's hand.

It's a pity that the fingertips only moved slightly, and there was a voice full of pleading and trembling in the air.

"Miss Luo, we are divorced, please let me go."

The voice was exactly the same as the one she had heard in her dream. It was thin and soft. Just one sentence shattered all the joy in her heart in an instant.

Miss Lowe? Ning Rou calls herself Miss Luo?

Luo Zhen's lips twitched, trembling with anger at these three words.

Ning Rou only called her 'Miss Luo' during the divorce.

Even on the day the two met for the first time, Ning Rou called her 'Luo', and then when the two got married, the name changed to 'Aluo'.

Miss Luo - such a distant and polite title, as if their marriage, which lasted only three years, never existed.

Luo Zhen had imagined the scene of the reunion of the two people countless times in his dreams, but he never thought that Ning Rou would resist her arrival, fear her embrace, and even at this moment, she still didn't raise her head to look directly. Take a look for yourself.

Instead of answering Ning Rou's request, she hugged her waist even tighter.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?"

The bodies of the two were almost pressed together, and her voice was a little hoarse, not too loud, but exceptionally clear.

Ning Rou is like a frightened rabbit, and Luo Zhen is a hunter who is dormant in the dark waiting for her to fall into the trap.

Her heart was beating fast, and she was already extremely nervous. The loud music in the hall came, and she couldn't tell what the voice in her ear said at all.

If you can't even hear the question clearly, how can you answer it?

Luo Zhen waited for a long time, but still didn't get any response.

She was already angry in her heart, but at this moment, her beautiful and attractive face was covered with ice-like coldness.

When he spoke again, his voice was a bit more fierce than before.

"I asked why you didn't dare to look up at me."

When the complete sentence reached Ning Rou's ears, only the vague word 'head up' remained.

For Luo Zhen, it was always difficult for her to refuse.

The request just now took all her courage.

The box is not quiet. Occasionally, people pass by outside, and various sounds will be heard.

Ning Rou raised her head, there was a slight noise in her ears, her eyes were the same as before, well-behaved and obedient.

Such beautiful eyes, under the warm light, still glowed with a thin layer of red, which was so clean that it made people fascinated.

Luo Zhen glanced at it, his throat was full of sourness, he raised his right hand unconsciously, touched his fingertips lightly at the end of his eyes, and quickly retracted his hand.

Very gentle movements, showing love and cherishing everywhere.

For a moment, Ning Rou even thought that she had returned to five years ago, back to the most intimate cohabitation life between the two.

Under the dim light, Luo Zhen's face was half hidden in the shadows, with a delicate and perfect outline, with a fatal attraction.

She didn't know what the two words Luo Zhen just said were, and she didn't plan to answer at all.

Already divorced, why do you still come to Yuanxiang?

She shook her head, her expression was still Luo Zhen's favorite docile obedience, but what she said didn't have the slightest warmth of the past.

"Miss Luo, I'm going to work."

Luo Zhen's anger was ignited in a second.

The lover she had been looking for for five years was right in front of her, but she only felt that the other party was extremely strange.

It was so unfamiliar that it reminded her of the indifferent and emotionless words Ning Rou said on the day they divorced—

"Miss Luo, I don't think we are suitable."

"Miss Luo, if you don't want to divorce, I will also apply to the court for separation."

Memories and reality are intertwined, making people unable to distinguish between true and false.

Luo Zhen's heart has never been so painful as it is now.

She let go of her hand and finally let go of the person in her arms.

Ning Rou was free and slightly relieved.

She wanted to pick up the mop beside her feet, and then quickly left the box and the place occupied by Luo Zhen's breath.

However, just as she bent down, a black high-heeled shoe appeared in front of her eyes, and before her hand landed, she stepped on the mop under her feet.

"Work? What work?"

"When you were going to leave, you refused to take a penny, but you came to the bar to sell your face?"

The icy voice full of mockery poured into his ears along with the small quarrels in the corridor.

Ning Rou didn't really hear it, she tried to distinguish what Luo Zhen was saying from the broken syllables—

'Selling face'.

She only heard these two words.

Almost instantly, her face turned red.

Obviously, in Luo Zhen's eyes, she has become a person who sells beauty in exchange for income.

She was a little embarrassed and a little surprised.

Luo Zhen in the memory is strong and gentle, and has never said such mean and ironic words to her.

Surrounded by loud and impetuous music.

Her ears started hurting again—

Ning Rou bit her lip, and there was a harsh, sharp humming sound in her ear, which was very painful. She lowered her head and didn't dare to move.

Half a minute later, the cry disappeared, she pulled the drooping hair from her right face back to her ear, and immediately stood up straight.

No one knows what kind of pain she endured in these short thirty seconds, including Luo Zhen.

The faint yellow light shone, Luo Zhen saw Ning Rou's face covered with crimson.

Soft and moving colors, like Ning Rou, just standing there and doing nothing can be a kind of provocation to her.

Mingming had never been reluctant to speak harshly to Ning Rou, but the words that came out of her mouth became more and more ugly.

"Why don't you talk? When you got divorced, weren't you very determined?"

A mocking question, still no response.

Luo Zhen lowered his eyes, and saw Ning Rou blushing, biting her lip, and standing in silence, exactly the same as when she was sullen five years ago.

After three years of marriage, the two have never quarreled.

Ning Rou's character is very good, even if she is angry, she will not make a big noise, she will just squat quietly in the corner and wait for her anger to dissipate.

Luo Zhen is not very good at coaxing people. Whenever this time, he will only use actions to show his apology—

Sometimes it is to give precious and rare gifts, sometimes it is to take Ning Rou out for shopping and watching movies, and more often, it is a long and affectionate kiss to make Ning Rou forget those unhappy things.

Thinking of those happy and beautiful memories, her heart softened instantly.

Due to inertia, she subconsciously took a step forward and took the person into her arms again.

She wanted to do things with Ning Rou that could only be done between lovers.

But she forgot that five years ago, Ning Rou was her righteous wife, and she could do anything intimate to Ning Rou; but now, Ning Rou is just her ex-wife.

They are already divorced.

When Ning Rou's voice sounded, Luo Zhen was still trapped in the false beauty created by memories.

In the dark and noisy corner, the lips of the two were less than one centimeter apart.

So close, so close that even the breath is entangled with each other.

Ning Rou's heart was beating fast, and seeing that her lips were about to fall, she finally took a breath and shook her head away.

"Miss Luo, please show some respect. If you are worried that my current identity will shame Luo's, you can rest assured that I have never disclosed our relationship with anyone."

The soft and small voice, but the words he said were like a basin of cold water, drenching Luo Zhen from head to toe, and his heart began to chill.

Repeated rejections made the five-year search and yearning completely a joke.

Luo Zhen's face was cold, and his heart was blocked.

At this moment, she finally recognized the reality—

When Ning Rou filed for divorce, it was never an impulsive decision, but a long-planned escape.

She released her hand and released Ning Rou from her arms. This time, she spoke in a much softer tone.

Like coaxing, she finally asked the question that she couldn't think of for five years—

"In the first place, why did you want to get a divorce?"