"So you promised yourself to me?" Zhao Xiaohai answered with a smile.
Zheng Xiaoxue didn't smile.
“After we had sex, I don’t know what you thought of me, that is, what kind of woman you thought I was.
Or in other words, how should we position ourselves after we sleep? That's what I mean. Do you understand?"
Zhao Xiaohai nodded.
Zheng Xiaoxue looked at Zhao Xiaohai doubtfully; his eyes were gentle yet firm.
"We slept together so many times afterwards, and every time I woke up in your arms, I wanted to call you darling so badly. I really wanted to, so badly. Actually, I know you almost like me too, at least you treat me very well."
"Then why don't you say it?"
The corners of Zheng Xiaoxue's mouth trembled slightly, and two lines of tears slid from her beautiful eyes to her beautiful cheeks.
"Between us, there is also this place. I like this place you give me, and I like your temperament.
I don’t know what word to use, so I’ll just use the word “temperament”. I like how we are fearless towards each other, and I like every customer who comes here.
But I’m afraid that the dream will end as soon as I open my mouth.
To this day, I still don't know what role you think I play in your life, but no matter what role I play, I feel happy. I'm afraid that saying these words between lovers will put pressure on you, and I'm afraid that you don't think so at all. In that case..."
The rain was still falling. Zhao Xiaohai held her in his arms, feeling the tears of this kind woman in his arms. He thought that he was a careless man, an irresponsible man, or simply running away. He was a very selfish man compared to the woman in his arms.
Now I roughly understand what Zheng Xiaoxue and her daughter said to each other.
Zhao Xiaohai thought again, when material conditions are unequal, equal love is probably not easy to achieve.
Zhao Xiaohai understood her feelings. Zhao Xiaohai was against the idea of being well-matched, but being well-matched always had its reasons. Love was great, but life was not entirely supported by great love. There were many things that love could not resolve, such as confidence.
"Silly boy, you can call me now, dear."
She raised her head and showed a bright smile, although this smile still looked like a pear blossom in the rain.
She said, "Honey, let's go to bed while it rains!"
Zhao Xiaohai: “…”
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