divorce

Xin Lan wandered anxiously at the end of the corridor.

He stood here for two whole hours, and his legs didn't feel sore like humans'. What made him uncomfortable was standing at the door of Ivy and Lorraine's room with Yu Mo.

This is so weird.

Whether it is "waiting at the dormitory door for two hours" or "standing in the corridor with a man for two hours", it violates Xin Lan's cognition of "normal".

Yu Mo was able to wait for these two hours with a calm expression.

Xin Lan confirmed once again that he was not human.

Last time, in that store that pretended to be a Chinese medicine shop and secretly replaced organs, cleaned memory, and repaired limbs for bionic people, Lorraine, who was the first to get the news and went in to search, quietly took away all the chips in the store.

Some of these things were deciphered by Xin Lan. The data stored in different chips were very different. Three-fifths were the knowledge of human society, one-fifth were the "memories" of all the bionic people on the chip, and one-fifth were viruses.

These "viruses" almost infected Xin Lan, so Xin Lan was very cautious in the subsequent deciphering.

But Xin Lan couldn't decipher the part that belonged to Yu Mo.

It was protected by a special metal that was only found in the wasteland, and inside it was a delicate arrangement like silk patterns. Xin Lan, Dong Dong, and the dozens of guys in the laboratory were all at a loss as to what to do and had no way of getting the information inside.

Lorraine believes the content involves Ivy.

This is also the reason why Lorraine did not hand over Yu Mo.

Xin Lan's database told him that Luo Lin's long-term repression was prone to psychological problems, but the latter seemed to have never thought of "venting". Xin Lan suspected that if this continued, sooner or later, Luo Lin would dismember Yu Mo expressionlessly like before -

However, judging by the force with which Lorraine slapped Yu Mo, Lorraine will not lynch Yu Mo again for at least a year.

This is a good thing. Xin Lan left satisfied and calmly.

Only Lorraine and Yu Mo were left confronting each other.

Yu Mo's skin was originally almost flawless white. The document bag containing the divorce agreement left an irregular red patch on his cheek. He wiped the flowing blood with a handkerchief embroidered with "Ivy" - he could no longer hear anything in one ear, but he could still hear in the other ear.

"I really wish you wouldn't treat Ivy so harshly," Yu Mo looked at him and said, "How is she now?"

Lorraine said, "You are not qualified to greet her."

"Is it me who doesn't have it, or are you madly jealous?" Yu Mo smiled slightly, and the blood in his nose slowly stopped. The white handkerchief looked like it was covered with bright red plum blossoms, except for the three letters "IVY" embroidered in black thread, which were neat and tidy. He carefully put away the handkerchief, and his green eyes looked like a cat under the light, with almost transparent lenses. "Are you jealous that I can take care of Ivy meticulously, or are you jealous that I can be the first person she relies on?"

Lorraine said, "It sounds like you have some experience with being a dog."

"Did you have a fight with Ivy?" Yu Mo said, "Your words tonight were inappropriate."

"Your behavior today is even more disgusting," Lorraine said, "Ivy doesn't need those two pieces of paper--"

Having said this, he paused for a moment before continuing as if nothing had happened.

"You seduced innocent, young girls for your dirty purposes," Lorraine said. "If you were human, you would be eating your lunch in prison now."

Such straightforward and vicious words did not make Yu Mo lose his composure at all. Instead, he turned around and asked Lorraine with a smile: "What about you? The strict teacher Lorraine, the arrogant Admiral Hector, or Cyril who tried his best to get promoted in order to protect himself——"

"Pride will burn true love," Yu Mo looked at him meaningfully, "I wish you good luck."

He turned around and walked slowly forward.

The damage to the eardrum severely affected her hearing. Big tears flowed from her dark green eyes, and her palm tightly grasped the handkerchief embroidered with Ivy.

He smelled the strong scent of Ivy from Lorraine. Even though Lorraine had taken a shower and cleaned herself up before opening the door, the strong scent of Ivy still covered her.

The covering of this smell caused a dull pain in the part of Yu Mo's brain that had not been completely cleansed.

The temporary interruption of emotional cleansing left serious sequelae, and pain was only the most superficial manifestation. Every day and night, Yu Mo had to endure the pain of conflicting emotions and reason.

He had to follow the established procedures and remain awake and in pain while doing these things.

During the two hours he stood guard at the door, Yu Mo had the urge to break in 2,673 times.

Kill Lorraine, do whatever you can to kill him, then caress Ivy beside his body, hug her lovingly, and tell her that you will always, always belong to mommy, and that mommy is the only one who will love you without asking for anything in return, and that mommy will never ask for anything from you, and that you just need to stay with mommy obediently... and mommy can give you the unique love you want;

But killing Lorraine was difficult, and they had failed hundreds of times.

Then join in, like Yu Bai, the person Ivy relies on the most will always be him, and Ivy has clearly stated that she hates guys with "sharp words" (although Yu Mo has never felt any hatred for Lorraine from her), she will not fall in love with Lorraine, Lorraine is just her "customized" partner robot -

In reality, Yu Mo could only tell Lorraine——

Pride burns true love.

He can't, he can't, he must not.

He is powerless.

Ivy.

Ivy.

Ivy is in the dormitory.

This was Ivy's most absurd dream since entering the wasteland.

In her dream, she was at a study base. The sun shone brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the classroom. Her familiar classmates were practicing, and she was lying on the podium, with Lorraine, who was neatly dressed in military uniform, behind her.

Standing up made it easier and even harder for him to find the treasure hidden in the coconut. Lorraine asked her indifferently in her familiar teacher's voice, "Do you know what part of the coconut is about to be split open?" She shook her head in confusion and couldn't explain clearly.

He held her hand and taught her to explore inside the coconut. In a calm voice, he told her that the place she touched now was Gongjing. Did you feel it? Every time I squeezed it, it was very pitiful. There was a small space on it. Ivy was very greedy. She didn't study hard and was greedy.

Ivy couldn't remember what happened afterwards. Her breathing in both her dream and reality began to become unstable. Her dream was interrupted by a slap in the face. It was not a punishment at all. It was more of a warning than pain.

"Ivy, wake up."

Ivy opened her eyes.

She was sweating profusely, her eyes could not focus, and absurd dreams clouded her vision.

Lorraine's big hand covered her eyes, and the physical darkness pressed down. He pressed it for a while before he removed his hand.

Ivy could see clearly.

The eyelashes were covered with sweat, which was sour and spicy.

"What did you dream about?" Lorraine said, "You look so bad, don't tell me you dreamed about ghosts again."

At this point, Lorraine carefully examined her face and concluded: "It seems that the things in the dream seem to be more terrifying than ghosts."

Ivy weighed the pros and cons and didn't say "I dreamed of you".

She just sat up and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's two o'clock in the morning," Lorraine said. "You still have three hours of sleep."

Ivy's eyes went dark.

"No way," she said in disbelief, "Are you still going to take me to morning exercises tomorrow?"

She heard Lorraine sigh.

"Forget it," he raised his hand, pulled up the quilt and covered her collarbone, "You can sleep until 7:30."

Iris felt no joy at all.

There was no difference between seven-thirty and five o'clock to her, just as there was no big difference between Lorraine who prepared breakfast for her every morning and Lorraine who did not prepare breakfast for him.

It's just whether there is breakfast or not.

She didn't fall asleep immediately, nor did she refute the other party with words. After the passion, the two people who didn't love each other so much were silent, and Ivy closed her eyes and looked at the snow-white top.

Lorraine turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a row of small mushroom-like night lights at the end of the bed, glowing yellow, like the soft tail lights of a string of fireflies.

When he got into bed, Ivy felt the mattress beside her dent heavily and even shook.

She felt deeply sorry for herself for having made love with him a few hours ago.

How many times did he have sex today? Two or three times? Ivy couldn't remember exactly, but the family planning drugs in the dormitory were in unlimited supply, and a pill of men's dizziness-preventing drug lasted for 48 hours.

Later, Ivy smelled her arms and ankles and smelled the same distinct, cold smell.

Now both of them are sober.

"You didn't sleep?" Ivy asked. "You couldn't sleep?"

"Did something," Lorraine said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thinking of something my friend said before."

"What?"

"After the operation, the faster you fall asleep, the better your health is," Ivy said, "but you haven't fallen asleep for so long."

Lorraine sighed heavily.

"It's normal to think about it," Ivy said, "after all, you're already this age."

"Only nine," Lorraine said. "Not too old to be a match."

"I don't want to hear the word 'match' at all now," Ivy put her head back into the quilt, "Can we complete the divorce procedures as soon as possible?"

After a long while, she heard Lorraine say, "Okay."

His voice was still calm.

Unexpectedly, this time he didn't stop me at all, and didn't even say anything like "Okay, but..." or "However..."

The words that she was about to use in the verbal battle and persuasion were stuck in her throat. Ivy was silent for a moment, feeling her own intense heartbeat under the quilt.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She had been waiting for a long time, and even prepared for a divorce since she got married.

Right at hand.

Ivy was very quiet, feeling lost and thoughtful.

"I didn't ask Yu Mo to write a divorce agreement," she said after a long silence, "and I don't know what he wrote."

"I've read it, it's well written," Lorraine said, "but there are still some problems. I have returned it to him in its original form."

He didn't even say anything bad about Yu Mo. He was so magnanimous and calm at this moment, which was completely unlike him.

Ivy thought he would lose control of his emotions and beat Yu Mo.

Just like males in the animal world who are in the period of courtship.

She was silent again.

"Have a good sleep," Lorraine said. "Xin Lan will deliver the new divorce agreement at 7:30 tomorrow morning. It's too late today, so go to sleep first."

Ivy widened her eyes and placed her hands on her chest, feeling an empty echo inside.

It seems like something has slipped away.

She felt some pain in her palms during the long silence. She looked down and found that she had used so much force that a corner of the quilt was torn. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, leaving blunt wounds.

Blood and pain are transmitted slowly to the brain.