After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

...don't kiss me now.

Tang Li rushed out these words without thinking, and then came the embarrassment of hindsight. She put her palm on Song Boyan's mouth and felt the stubble stubble on the man's chin, and her fingers were slightly bent. How much revealed her embarrassment at the moment.

This embarrassment stemmed from her "self-indulgence" in the previous second.

As the scriptures say-

Born from the heart.

What is on your mind, what you see.

She felt that Song Boyan wanted to kiss her, it was just her "feeling", maybe... because it was the first time that a man hugged her waist like this, it was like the hormones in her body suddenly rushed to her brain, causing her to have some wrong cognition. .

In her previous life, although she was married and slept in the same bed with Han Jifeng for a few years after marriage, they had no further relationship apart from sharing a quilt.

At the beginning of her marriage to Han Jifeng, she had expectations in her heart.

Especially on the night of getting the certificate, when she was sitting beside the bed after taking a shower, she was shy and nervous. In her mind, she had already sketched out their life after they had children.

In winter evenings, they can take their children to the supermarket, and when they come out, they hold one of the children's hands and watch the children keep stepping on the snow on the roadside to play, while Han Jifeng's hand will be full of ingredients. shopping bags.

It may be plain, but it is also a long-lasting happiness.

After returning home, she went into the kitchen to cook, Han Jifeng carried the child to wash hands, and then the father and son accompanied Qin Yueru to watch TV in the living room.

When Han Jifeng opened the door of the shower room and came out, until he lifted the quilt and went to bed, he only said two words to himself: "Go to sleep."

After speaking, he lay down and rested.

Looking at the figure with her back turned to her, she felt an indescribable disappointment in her heart. The disappointment had nothing to do with tenderness. It was just that the faint joy that surged up because of her new marriage was made into a self-entertainment in the middle of the night.

After several years of marriage, she and Han Jifeng have always respected each other like guests.

On weekdays, they wouldn't even hold hands unless it was necessary.

During the years in the Li family, inferiority was deeply etched into her character. Han Jifeng was indifferent to her marriage life. She didn't take the initiative to do anything, because she was afraid of offending him.

Lying beside Han Jifeng late at night, she even thinks it's good, even if they don't have children, they can support each other when they are old.

In her eyes, when she married Han Jifeng, whether it was Han Jifeng or Qin Yueru, they were already her relatives.

After Tang Yin's death, she found another place of peace of mind.

She never thought that in the end it would be Han Jifeng who ended that bland marriage.

It's not that he can't have sex, it's just that he can't have sex with her.

Tang Li's mood was also affected by the sudden memory of the past, and she withdrew her hand calmly. She didn't look into Song Boyan's eyes and said, "I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Song Boyan said slowly, "Is this a joke?"

Hearing this in Tang Li's ears, he immediately blamed this sentence on the "education" of her elders.

. . . Silence lingered between the two of them.

Tang Li could notice that Song Boyan's eyes were still silently on his face, just about to find a topic to say something, Song Boyan raised his hand and plucked a locust leaf from her hair.

The man's rough palm gently pressed against the skin of her side face, and Tang Li felt a generous warmth.

The coldness in the bottom of my heart is bone-chilling, and suddenly there are signs of being melted.