Mr. always refuses to divorce

Nan Yue didn't just like him.

The sudden confession made Jiang Jingbai a little at a loss.

The content of these words was simply incompatible with Nan Yue's expression and tone.

He even thought he had heard wrong.

"I don't know how important I am in your heart, but to me, my husband can only be you." Having said this, Nan Yue felt unprecedentedly relaxed, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Jiang Jingbai heard clearly now.

His heart went up and down, and the roots of his ears turned red.

Nan Yue's appearance is cold, and his personality is bland and reticent. It can be seen that he has a slow temper.

His blind date was forced by his family, and it was not his intention. The flash marriage was just to deal with the elders, to keep himself clean. Although he took good care of Jiang Jingbai after marriage, he was neither surprised nor happy, and there were no disturbances.

After nearly two months of marriage, Jiang Jingbai never felt that he really saw through him. He only regarded Nanyue as the most important responsibility of marriage and was a cold and hard rock that was not easy to keep warm in the short term. Sensual fool.

The model couple who have been in love for three years have cracks, and he can't calmly let a person who got rid of troubles by marriage fall into troubles again.

That's why he wanted to cut the mess quickly, so as not to cause trouble for Nan Yue and drag him down for nothing.

Now hearing that Nan Yue also has a good impression of him, and that he has been promoted to an unexpected high position, Jiang Jingbai is really in a dilemma, he is so anxious that he wants to cry.

"If you insist on planning to divorce, I hope you can tell me the real and detailed reasons."

Jiang Jingbai heard the other party throw a sentence calmly as if negotiating at a business table.

Nan Yue only said so much, and handed over the trial time to him.

Jiang Jingbai intertwined his fingers, and the roots of his fingers were entangled.

He lowered his head lower to prevent the other party from seeing his red eye circles, struggling in his heart and saying: "I... I'm too afraid of pain, I can't overcome it."

pain?

Nan Yue was stunned.

"Every time I... do that kind of thing with you, I'm very scared." Jiang Jingbai's voice was very low, the heat and color from the roots of his ears spread to his neck, and he couldn't stop touching his face, "It hurts so much, it hurts no matter what... ...You followed my lead slowly, but it still hurts badly. I feel that it's because of our size mismatch, which can't be solved the day after tomorrow."

The last half of the sentence literally came out from between the teeth, with a sense of timidity.

The size does not fit.

Nan Yue was full of astonishment.

The reason why Jiang Jingbai divorced him was because he felt that they were not the same size?

It's not that there is a suitor you like, it's not that you find yourself lying to him, and it's not that you hate getting along with him.

The stagnation was scattered and dissipated in an instant.

Nan Yue braced his elbows, put the face of his fist in front of his mouth, and let out a sigh of relief.

With both feet on the ground, I feel at ease immediately.

Nan Yue's eyes were clear: "Since it hurts, why didn't you tell me in time?"

"... said."

"three times."

Having done it so many times after marriage, Nan Yue can still accurately remember the number of times he yelled for pain.

Jiang Jingbai's face was burning like hell: "You have done well enough, there is nothing you can do, so, so..."

"So you grit your teeth and bear it, pretending you can bear it."

Jiang Jing blushed and nodded.

Nan Yue was silent, and suddenly apologized: "Sorry, I was negligent. I knew you were afraid of pain beforehand, so I didn't ask you how you felt."

He recalled all the details of the intimacy between the two, and now he knew that he hurt him at that time, and he didn't feel charming, so he calculated and deduced clearly: "I didn't hurt you."

Jiang Jingbai did not refute.

This is true, no matter how painful it is, there is no blood from the beginning to the end.

"You also like to be touched by me." Nan Yue's tone was calm, but the words he said made people unable to calm down, "Your voice is very soft, your body is not tense, and you have all the reactions you should have. Sometimes you are too high..."

"Nan, Nanyue!" Jiang Jingbai stopped him, smoke rising above his head.

Nan Yue skipped that word: "From my point of view, you didn't repel it in the later stage." He paused, and added: "At least not physically."

Even the backs of Jiang Jingbai's hands were covered with powder, and his whole body looked more and more like a ripe peach.

"Therefore, there is no disagreement." Nan Yue tried to speak softly, "I acted too hastily and made you afraid, didn't I?"

Jiang Jingbai hesitated, nodded, then shook his head.

"Afraid of me?" Nan Yue asked patiently.

Jiang Jingbai pinched and rubbed his knuckles: "...I'm not afraid of you."

Nan Yue said, "I'm just afraid of pain."

Jiang Jing Bai Mosquito: "Yes."

"Which step do you start with?"

Jiang Jingbai wanted to bite off his tongue.

This is too straightforward, how should he answer?

Seeing that he was about to burn with shame, Nan Yue felt astringent and soft in his heart: "Will it hurt before that?"

Having said all this, Jiang Jingbai gave it up and shook his head.

"Only by hand?"

Jiang Jingbai's soul started covering his face and screaming.

His eyelashes were almost steamed by the heat: "A little bit, but..."

He couldn't go on anymore.

Nan Yue helped him and said: "But compared with other feelings, the pain is not strong."

Jiang Jingbai: "..."

Forgive him.

Nan Yue didn't continue talking.

He looked at the young man in front of him who bowed his head deeply, his face was flushed, and his hands were still twisted together, and he suddenly felt that he was very hooligan and a bit of a beast.

"I understand." Nan Yue pondered.

Jiang Jingbai's physical ability to adapt is very good, and he doesn't seem to be in pain. The root of the problem is obviously psychological.

"Will you bite?" Nan Yue asked.

Jiang Jingbai was stunned.

"Next time it hurts, don't just scream, I can't hear it." Nan Yue nodded his shoulder, "bit here."

Just as Jiang Jingbai's face eased up a little, he jumped up and exploded again.

He is born with a pain-sensitive expression that is far more sensitive than ordinary people. It is not surprising that he is highly vigilant. I am afraid that the more passive he is, the harder it is to relax his vigilance.

Thinking of this, Nan Yue simply said: "In the future, the initiative will be handed over to you. Whether you can take the next step, whether you can take the next step, and which step is the limit, is up to you to decide."

What, what?

Jiang Jingbai raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"It's not for you to be on top." Nan Yue knew that he had misunderstood, and corrected his words, "You control the rhythm, and I will cooperate with you. This will not only help you adjust your mentality, familiarize yourself with your own reactions, but also make it easier for me to deepen my love for you. learn."

Jiang Jingbai couldn't help but be tongue-tied.

It means that Nan Yue's previous preparations from kissing will be taken by him in the future?

"Of course, if you still think you can't bear it in the end." Nan Yue paused, "At that time, I will fight again."

Do fight again.

Jiang Jingbai found out the key words in the words, his eyes were dazed.

Nan Yue was afraid that he would not understand, coughed dryly, and expressed his attitude more bluntly: "In short, no matter what the reason is, I am unilaterally unwilling to divorce you."

Hearing such a response, Jiang Jingbai felt a little fortunate.

He loosened his interlocked fingers: "Do you not mind?"

"what?"

"If it still doesn't work..."

Nan Yue interrupted him: "That's not important. As far as I'm concerned, relationships don't need to be maintained by that kind of thing."

Jiang Jingbai pinched his fingertips, he could clearly hear his chest pounding, and his heart beating louder and louder.

Nan Yue: "If you want, I have the confidence to use my hands..."

"No, no, no, no!" Jiang Jingbai was really afraid of him, and when he said these words in a serious manner, the touch that had just arisen disappeared in an instant, "I'm just afraid of you... I didn't mean that."

He waved his hands desperately, his face puffed up.

Nan Yue chuckled lightly: "Then are you willing to give it a try?"

According to what he said earlier.

Jiang Jingbai hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

Nan Yue felt relieved: "In other words, your reason for divorce is not valid." He leaned forward and drew closer to him, "I don't want to divorce, okay?"

Jiang Jingbai met the pair of pleading eyes, took a deep breath: "Okay."

He filed for divorce because he was worried that Nan Yue would suffer similarly to Liu Yuchen in the future.

Now Nan Yue first said that he liked him very much, then compromised every step of the way, and imagined for him, and finally even showed his resolute attitude of refusal.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation, what if it was really like what Nan Yue said, it wasn't a disagreement, it was a matter of rhythm and mentality.

He was in the middle of a trance when Nan Yue suddenly called out: "Jing Bai."

"Ah...um." Jiang Jingbai looked up at him.

"Come here." Nan Yue sat still and stretched out a hand to him.

Jiang Jingbai didn't know what he was going to do, so he got up slowly and walked forward.

Jiang Jingbai didn't realize until he grasped those big outstretched hands that Nan Yue's hands were so cold, not only his fingertips, but even his palms were cold.

"Are you catching a cold?" Jiang Jing's white eyes were worried, and he subconsciously held Nan Yue's hand even tighter, "Is it so cold outside? Would you like to make some ginger tea?"

"I didn't pay attention to whether it was cold outside or not," Nan Yue said with a stern face, but said words that didn't match his expression, "I was quite cold just now."

He was so cold that he was a little scared, no less than Jiang Jingbai's fear of pain.

Jiang Jingbai blinked blankly, only to react suddenly when Nan Yue held back his grip, and he couldn't catch his breath for a moment.

"...I'm sorry." Jiang Jingbai said softly.

He wanted to sit next to Nan Yue, but Nan Yue held onto his waist to prevent him from moving away.

Under the imbalance, Jiang Jingbai had to bend one leg to press the sofa, and bent down condescendingly to meet Nanyue's eyes.

His face was flushed red at first, but he was even more embarrassed by this posture.

"Goodnight kiss," Nan Yue looked up at him, "You should go to bed."

Only then did Jiang Jingbai pay attention to the time, it was past ten o'clock when Nan Yue came home, and it might be even later now.

He thought that Nan Yue would come to kiss him like before, but after waiting for a while, the man sitting on the sofa didn't move at all.

"Kiss me." Nan Yue reminded him.

Jiang Jingbai's fingertips trembled, remembering Nan Yue's initiative.

But what does the initiative on the bed have to do with the goodnight kiss?

Nan Yue: "I'm usually shy when kissing, how can I let go of other things?"

Jiang Jingbai froze, lost in the eye contact, quickly lowered his head, touched Nan Yue's lips, and wanted to withdraw his hand as if scalded by boiling water.

Nan Yue refused: "I'm not so perfunctory."

"I'm not perfunctory." Jiang Jingbai finished his excuse with a guilty conscience, and looked at him begging for mercy.

Nan Yue turned a blind eye and clasped his waist and did not let go.

Jiang Jingbai had no choice but to lean down again, and gently and slowly kiss the man's tightly closed lips.

When he raised his head again, Jiang Jingbai's earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

Nan Yue finally let him go, stood up and raised his chin towards the master bedroom: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Jingbai thought that he would go back to the bedroom with him, but he didn't expect Nan Yue to walk in the opposite direction when he got up.

"Aren't you sleeping?" Jiang Jingbai asked.

Nan Yue took off his coat and went into the kitchen: "...I'm hungry, eat something."

I haven't eaten all night, my spirit tenses up and relaxes, flying to the sky and escaping the ground, I must be very hungry.

Jiang Jingbai watched the man open the refrigerator expressionlessly, touched the tip of his nose on the spot, walked over in small steps, and took out a tube of dried noodles from the cupboard: "Let's cook some noodles, it's too late, other things are not easy to digest."

Nan Yue complied as he said, and wanted to urge him to go out, but saw Jiang Jingbai put two bowls on the island.

Jiang Jingbai met his gaze and said truthfully, "...I'm hungry too."

The eyes of the two met, and there was a moment of silence. Both of them realized that the other hadn't eaten, so they both put their shoulders together and smiled.

The arc of Nan Yue's mouth was still fleeting, but Jiang Jingbai didn't think he was cold at the moment.

Jiang Jingbai set up the seasoning bowls and chopsticks, and stood behind Nanyue to watch him boil water: "Nanyue."

"Ah."

"From now on, can you talk to me more like you did just now?" Jiang Jingbai asked in a low voice.

Nan Yue had just finished adding water when he heard this and paused.

"If you don't tell me, I can't see through what you're thinking, and I always guess wrong." Jiang Jingbai lowered his eyes, "Usually you don't like to talk to me, everything is the same expression, although we live together every day, but I feel that you has always been far away from me.”

"You talked a lot tonight, and I'm actually... quite happy."

"It was my fault to bring up the divorce hastily. I wanted to discuss it with you at the beginning, but just after I organized the language, you turned around and went to the company. You lightly asked me to wait for you to come back. I thought that marriage and divorce are for you... It doesn't matter at all."

"I……"

"Didn't go to the company." Nan Yue listened to what he said carefully, and his heart was almost overturned, so he simply told the truth, "...just go out and calm down."

As for why he went out to calm down, no additional explanation is needed, the answer is self-evident.

"Work is an excuse to lie to you." Nan Yue admitted embarrassingly.

The amount of information was a bit overwhelming, and it took Jiang Jingbai two or three seconds to digest it.

He swallowed his words, opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have no change in expression even when the landslides and the ground were cracked, he couldn't believe it.

Nan Yue pondered for a long time, and said something even more unbelievable in his usual understatement tone: "It's not that I don't like talking to you, it's that I don't know what to say."

Jiang Jingbai blinked, and the toe of the left slipper lightly touched the edge of the right slipper.

"I really want to communicate with you more, but I can't find a topic." Nan Yue stopped after speaking, and continued after a long interval, "For example, now, I don't know what to say next."

He poured an appropriate amount of cold water into the pot, closed the lid, and couldn't hear the young man's response for a while.

Nan Yue twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to make a final struggle, but suddenly a slender and fair hand stretched out from behind him, quietly unscrewed the valve on the gas pipe, pressed down the switch of the stove, and a blue sparkle suddenly appeared from under the pot. flames.

Nan Yue: "..."

I was so nervous just now that I forgot to turn on the gas.

He was about to feel embarrassed when he was suddenly hugged gently by the other side.

After hugging him, Jiang Jingbai said to him, "You can also put a little salt and a tablespoon of vegetable oil in the water."

This will prevent the noodles from sticking together.

Nan Yue could hear the other party's embarrassment from the tone of his voice, and his waist was a little hot after being hugged.

He nodded.

After putting out the oil and salt, he thought of something, and added: "Okay."

After a few seconds of pause, he added: "...Added."

Fill it up again: "What else do you want to put?"

After he finished three sentences, the transparent glass of the pot lid was covered with a layer of water mist by the steam.

"That's enough." Jiang Jingbai pursed his lips and smiled silently behind Nan Yue.

It was raining heavily outside the window, the wind and rain splashed, and there was a fog on the window.

The soup in the noodle pot was surging with a few clusters of fine air bubbles in an unhurried manner.

Gollum, gollum.

The voice is faint, warm and comfortable.

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The round thin noodles are cooked quickly, and it takes only five or six minutes from boiling water to being out of the pot.

It was too late, and the two of them were really hungry, so they simply mixed the seasoning and didn't do anything else.

After eating, Nan Yue went to the bathroom to take a hasty shower, Jiang Jingbai tidied up the pot, bowl and island, picked up Nan Yue's jacket that he had casually put on the sofa, carefully flattened his shoulder sleeves, and hung them neatly on the closet at the entrance.

The curtains of the master bedroom were still half open, Jiang Jingbai stepped forward and was about to pull them up, when a flash of lightning suddenly swam out of the clouds, instantly reflecting the rain curtain white.

Jiang Jingbai was dazzled and closed the curtains tightly.

Within a few seconds, a loud thunder exploded outside, like a whip through the glass, especially in line with the majestic thunderstorm in summer.

The light switched from bright to dark too quickly, and Jiang Jingbai's eyes turned black in circles.

"Thunder?" Nan Yue suddenly said in the bathroom, and the voice came through the door indistinctly.

"Yes." Jiang Jingbai closed his eyes, raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyelids to relieve it.

When he opened his eyes again, the bathroom door had already been opened.

Nan Yue put on his pajamas, leaned out to look at him, and went back to the mirror of the sink to dry his hair.

His hair was still wet, with water dripping from the tips, and a small piece of his neckline was quickly soaked.

Jiang Jingbai took a shower before Nan Yue went home, but he hadn't brushed his teeth yet.

He simply walked over, pulled down the dry towel from the hanger, put half of it on the back of Nan Yue's neck, and held the other half in his hand. He first wiped Nan Yue's hair roots, and then took out the cup and squeezed the toothpaste.

There were two more bangs and bangs outside.

Jiang Jingbai noticed that Nanyue was looking at him through the mirror, contacted the person who opened the door to look at him just now, his heart suddenly turned around, and he said intimately, "Thunderstorms are more frequent in summer. I heard that many people are afraid of thunderstorms. Hate summer."

Hearing Jiang Jingbai's nonsensical sentence, Nan Yue couldn't figure out what he meant for a while, so he could only respond vaguely: "Yes."

"In fact, there are very few people who are really afraid of thunder, and the vast majority of people are not afraid at all." Jiang Jingbai continued, "Because some people's hearing is too sensitive, when the external sound is too loud, the nervous system will make a reflex transmission. To the effector, thus causing the acceleration of the heartbeat and pulse, it is essentially just a reflex activity, and has nothing to do with guts."

After listening to his warm voice, Nan Yue thought about it, and snorted a laugh: "I'm not afraid of thunder."

In the past, it’s okay to say that you are not afraid.

But as soon as Nan Yue thought about it, he promised Jiang Jingbai to talk to him more, and expressed his mental activities slowly: "I'm worried about you."

Jiang Jingbai looked at Nan Yue in the mirror and realized that he had misunderstood him.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, it was inconvenient for him to speak, he bent his eyes and smiled and shook his head, expressing that he was not afraid.

Nan Yue looked at his open eyes, probably forgot the novel he read the night before.

He didn't say a word to remind him, just brought up the memory of those chapters.

Jiang Jingbai lowered his head to rinse off the toothpaste foam in his mouth, and the hair behind his ears slid to his mouth.

Nan Yue stretched out his hand to help him push him back, and said calmly: "Well, it's good not to be afraid."