The 99th Divorce

Shen Luoan asked again: "Do you like it?"

Shen Manting felt that Shen Luoan was a little strange today.

Not just the words he said at night, but also because of his abnormality tonight.

Even if he didn't ask for it at all times, he would definitely not be in such a completely passive state today.

Shen Manting gasped slightly, and heard nothing, but didn't speak.

Shen Luoan suddenly fell heavily, and Shen Manting couldn't help but overflow with a voice that couldn't help it.

"Man Ting ..." Shen Luoan lay on her ear and whispered, "Do you like it, tell me, do you like it?"

"Ah ..." Shen Manting pinched his arm with both hands, "Her husband, husband ..."

Shen Luoan's movements are getting heavier and faster.

Under his fierceness, Shen Manting simply avoided inevitable, and finally, after his questioning, finally gasped: "Like..."

"What?" Shen Luoan approached, murmured, "I didn't hear clearly."

"I like, ah ... good ... like, um ... slow down ..."

Shen Luo'an couldn't help but burn a kiss on her lips, and under the final madness, she reached the clouds with her.

...

After the end, Shen Luoan got up, touched the bedside table with his hand, and found a pack of cigarettes.

Shen Manting, wrapped in a quilt, saw Shen Luoan picking up a cigarette case and asked, "Her husband, you smoke again."

"If you don't like it, I won't smoke." Shen Luoan drew a cigarette and dangled in his mouth.

Shen Manting looked at him, his eyes straight, and said softly, "I don't like it."

Shen Luoan looked at her sideways, and did not ignite, so the mouthpiece took two mouthfuls, and then took it away, saying, "Is the taste heavy?"

Shen Manting still just looked at him and stretched out his hand.

Shen Luoan stretched out along with her, and then the cigarette smashed over and broke off.

"The dean used to have a father, but later he smoked too much, and his lungs became black. The hospital could not be cured, so he died." Shen Manting looked at him. "I think the dean's father died. It's a bit wrong, others are fine, but you die because of smoking, so don't stop smoking. "

Shen Luoan smiled and said, "I won't die."

"The Dean's father said the same, but he was still dead." Shen Manting looked at him, "Don't smoke."

Talking, frowned, said: "Her husband, my waist is getting sour, you help me rub."

"Want to come again?" Shen Luoan raised an eyebrow and put the cigarette case up.

Then he lay down and reached out to touch her waist.

"I don't want to come, I'm uncomfortable today," Shen Manting was very honest, frowned, and then said, "Husband, am I playing too long today, the roller coaster is a bit dangerous, hurting my waist?"

"You get up, let me see." Shen Luoan lifted the quilt, and then told her not to leave.

Just suddenly, Shen Manting exclaimed, "Ah! Husband!"

With the exclamation, Shen Manting bounced directly from the bed. It was hard to believe that she looked at the bed she had just laid on and said, "Her husband, blood!"

Shen Luoan followed her gaze and saw a dark red at a glance.

Startled, the quilt was lifted.

It was found that not only that piece of red, but also a piece of scattered, water stains mixed with red blood, looking a little scary.

"Her husband!" Shen Manting covered her mouth with obvious fear on her face, "What should I do, I bleed, you poked me to bleed!"

With that said, there was panic on the face, "What should I do, husband, will I die ..."