C12 Let's Remarry

Chapter XII Let's Get Married Again

After patting him four or five times, he found that Soong Zihee was completely motionless. He quickly lifted a corner of the blanket and became angry?

When he saw Soong Zihee's face buried in the pillow, with messy hair and a sickly white face, he revealed a very small side of his face, which was very sharp at the chin.

"Zihee, you're hurting?"

Soong Zihee breathed hard, deeply and heavily.

"The last time I spanked you was on the third anniversary of our marriage, playing by the sea. I didn't even dare to shout when you weren't well all these years. In the end, we didn't even talk anymore. The most common story is a month before the divorce. I'm sorry, I've been busy, always looking for excuses to be busy, busy to the point that I forgot about you. I didn't know that you learned to cook, didn't know that your work was smooth and I didn't know that you were well.

Lee Geng reached out to touch his hair, then stopped. He sat on the edge of the bed and reflected on himself.

So in love, why did they leave?

"I told you when we were married that I would take good care of you, but I've forgotten about taking care of you these past few years. You must have been disappointed with me for years before you agreed to a divorce. "I'm the one who has let you down, so don't take it out on me for the rest of your life. Yes, I'm rather despicable, and thinking about how you can't live without me would make you gloat a bit, but I've loved you for so many years, so I can't watch you jump into a pit of fire. Stop messing around, stop provoking me with this."

He and Soong Zihee hadn't talked in such close proximity in over a year. One of them was lying down, while the other was sitting. The distance between the two was only a quilt.

This was the first time they got so close to Soong Zihee since they separated and didn't have any physical contact.

Lee Geng couldn't help but lie down on his stomach and lie on Soong Zihee's body through the blanket.

Her lips were only a centimeter away from Soong Zihee's ear. The hot air blew into Soong Zihee's ear.

"Xibao, look at us, there's no reason for us to not leave each other. I know I was wrong. Let's not get a divorce, okay?" I was wrong. Can you give me a chance to correct it? You want the baby, I promise. Shall we start all over again? "

Soong Zihee, no, it should be Zihee, in the Western legend is a kind of child delivery god bird, landed on a chimney, the mistress of the family will be pregnant, is a kind of auspicious happy bird.

Crane is also a symbol of longevity and auspicious birds in Chinese mythology.

That's what Lee Geng calls Soong Zihee when he's in love, a treasure that brings a sense of joy to his heart, Xibao.

This private nickname hadn't been called in years.

Lee Geng knew he was wrong. He had neglected Soong Zihee for too many years. If there really was a divorce, he wouldn't let it go. Wasn't it because he wanted a child? If they had a child, at least their family would be more lively, and their relationship would be a lot more peaceful.

Maybe it was Soong Zihee's fault for agreeing to have a child because his family was too lonely. It was Soong Zihee's fault for forcing him to make a choice without standing by Soong Zihee's side.

Soong Zihee agreeing to divorce was also his fault. He had neglected Soong Zihee too much in the past few years.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, he couldn't bear to part with it. He had to start over. He would never make such a low-level mistake again, and it would definitely be better for him.

Soong Zihee held the pillow tightly, he was breathing rapidly and his body was trembling.

"Xibao, let's remarry."

Lee Geng's voice was even lower and he couldn't help but kiss Soong Zihee on the ear.

I could kiss him for the first time in three years.

Without waiting for Lee Geng's aftertaste, Soong Zihee suddenly threw off the quilt and stumbled into the bathroom, followed by the sound of vomiting.

Lee Geng collapsed on top of the blanket, feeling desperate. It came again! It came again! Touch him and he'll spit bile!

If the couple were to continue living like this, they really wouldn't be able to continue living. His lips touched his ear, and in less than a second, he began to vomit again.

In the past, not to mention his ears, he had even vomited countless times. What can't stand it now? Mom's skin can even mutate? You can't even touch it?

He couldn't get any closer. He vomited the moment he touched him. Did he become an aphrodisiac?

Soong Zihee was not an antique. He could only look but not touch. He could even touch an antique at home. Right now, he was just a mirage, the kind that would disappear with a touch. This was truly a day where the emotions of humans and ghosts had yet to die. I can't see it.

He was a vulgar mortal and really didn't know how to fall in love. These three years, he had been living a romantic life.

Why can't I touch it?