"The letter you gave me," Sheng Yumo suppressed her from behind, afraid that she would run away, "Didn't you say that you have a letter to me, you write... I'll write it."

Liu Muwan: "...I...can't write it out in front of you!"

Please just those stingy words. Does she have to do some psychological construction when she writes it quietly alone?

Two words: shame!

Sheng Yumo wrapped her around her back, like a beast that had pounced on her prey, and almost all the weight of her body was placed on her.

He pinched her hand and forced her to pick up the pen, "Be good, I said, you write... as I said..."

His head was resting on her shoulders, and all his breath enveloped her.

The smell of strong wine made her drunk...

Liu Muguan reluctantly held the pen, "You said."

Just want to end soon.

Sheng Yumo stared at the snow-white letter paper and pulled her head up, "Write first, my beloved, my favorite... Brother Yumo..."

Liu Muwan...shamed...

Sheng Yumo ignored her, took her and wrote this up with her strokes, and then said, "I haven't seen you for three years, I miss you very much..."

"I miss you every day, every night, every minute, every second... I'm not happy at all if I can't see you... I listen to you very much, I'm very well-behaved... But why haven't you come back yet..."

A tear suddenly fell from her shoulders and dripped onto the letter paper, dyed ink and dimmed the words.

"Waiting for you for a long time, you don't even look at me... I don't pay attention to me when I come back, I don't pay attention to me... I only have others in my heart, secretly with other men... they are more important than me... Why do you... don't want me... don't love me..."

Liu Muwan stopped: "I love you."

He is like a drowning person. Even if he goes ashore, he will never forget the feeling of being so cold that he is about to drown.

She touched his face with her backhand, and one hand was wet, "Brother, I love you."

Bang!

The washboard fell to the ground, Sheng Yumo tied her waist and buried her face on her neck. His voice was fragile and hoarse, "Wanwan, don't touch my ear..."

"It's okay, brother," Liu Muwan turned around and hugged him, "I'm here, I won't run away..."

In this world, there are so few people who have loved, and one person will be missing.

What you have lost is very important, and what you have not lost does not want to lose again.

She doesn't want to lose it anymore...

She turned the chair completely, pressed her hands gently along his spine, and Sheng Yumo collapsed on her body, and the weight almost pressed the space to collapse.

"Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable?" she asked softly in his ear.

"Well..." He spoke in depression.

"It's okay, I'm here." She bit his ear and felt his trembling, "Wanwan helps you, don't hold it..."

Click, she pressed the buckle on his waist...

...

When Sheng Yumo woke up, he found that he was in Xiaoxi's room.

He subconsciously squeezed his hand tightly, trying to grab something, but his hands were empty.

A wave of fear surged in his heart. He instantly supported himself, touched around him randomly, and touched a wooden sign with body temperature?

Spirit tablet? No, there are obvious undulating edges and corners on it.

Pulling the curtains and letting natural light shine in, he sees the sign in his hand clearly, it turns out to be a... washboard!

Four big characters written on the board with a marker: Beloved wife, Wan and Wan

There is also a row of small characters below: Shengyu Ink Special

What the hell is this?

He rubbed his temples, feeling a pain and trance after a hangover.

I can't remember what happened last night, but although I had a headache, my body felt an indescribable relaxation.

After walking out of the room, Aunt Yun was directing workers to repair the house...
Chapter completed!