Su Luo tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and her cheeks slowly grew hot.
Her fair and slender neck gradually turned crimson, the collar of her pajamas was slightly open, her chest rose and fell gently, and her breathing became more and more rapid.
Just as things were about to get into their best state.
The door creaked open.
The person who came was Nami Ozawa, who had just finished taking a shower.
Seeing Su Luo's expression, Ozawa Nami pursed her lips tightly to keep from laughing out loud.
Su Luo hurriedly pulled the blanket up.
Oh no, oh no.
This is so embarrassing! How can I let Ozawa Nami see me like this?
It's not that she lacks martial ethics; she didn't even knock before entering the house. How could she do that?
Even though this is her home, since she's already letting him stay here, why can't she respect his privacy?
now.
Su Luo just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into; he couldn't stay on Earth anymore and wanted to go to Mars for a while.
But the room was only so big, and he had nowhere to hide, so he braced himself and looked at Ozawa Nami, annoyed and embarrassed.
"Why didn't you knock before you came in? You scared me to death, you know?"
Ozawa Nami slowly approached Su Luo, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she lowered her head and stared at his slightly red and moist eyes, teasing him.
"This is my house, why should I knock? And you, what are you doing behind my back? Why are you pulling out so many tissues?"
Su Luo blushed so deeply she was practically steaming, and stammered.
"Um, I... I have a cold, can't I wipe my nose? Can't I even use your tissue?"
Nami Ozawa saw through his act but remained silent. She leaned down slightly, bringing her lips close to his ear, her soft lips brushing against his reddened earlobe as she spoke meaningfully.
Are you sure you're wiping your nose?
Su Luo trembled and said in pain.
"Wife, please forgive me. I didn't want this to happen either. I had no choice. You wouldn't let me go to your room, did you?"
Nami Ozawa gently kissed his cheek, her voice incredibly seductive.
"Yes, but I'm already here, aren't I?"
"ah?"
The surprise came too suddenly, leaving Su Luo a little stunned.
It wasn't until Ozawa Nami took the initiative to untie the sash of her bathrobe that she had tied around her waist.
Su Luo then realized that Ozawa Nami wasn't joking with him; she was serious.
Much later.
The two lay exhausted side by side on the bed.
Ozawa Nami rested her head on Su Luo's arm, staring silently at the ceiling of her home, lost in thought.
In the past, after Su Luo and Ozawa Nami finished, they would fall into a long period of sage mode, with their minds blank, but not today.
The fragmented, beautiful scene flashed through my mind, interspersed with a person who shouldn't have been there.
Fujimoto Gen, although Ozawa Nami did not explicitly state it.
But like someone with a mental illness, he automatically filled in the details of Ozawa Nami sleeping with Fujimoto Gen over the past five years.
But didn't he cause things to turn out this way entirely on his own?
If he had kept Nami Ozawa by his side back then, how could Gen Fujimoto have had the opportunity?
But time cannot be turned back, and regret is meaningless.
The more I think about it, the more upset I get.
I try to force myself not to think about it, but I just can't.
My chest feels tight, so tight I can hardly breathe.
"call……"
Su Luo tried to adjust her breathing, but it still felt like razor blades were stabbing her chest.
It hurts so much, it hurts so much.
Ozawa Nami noticed that something was wrong with Su Luo and immediately turned around, looking worried.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Su Luo clutched her chest tightly, her face as pale as paper, and with a weak, feeble smile, said...
"it hurts."
Nami Ozawa was puzzled.
"Where does it hurt? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Su Luo shook his head, revealing an extremely bitter smile.
"No need, it'll be ready in a bit."
"..."
Looking at Su Luo's injured expression, Ozawa Nami probably already guessed the reason.
He probably minded that he had told him before that he and Fujimoto Gen had been together.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be so hurt, I wouldn't be so sad.
So, Ozawa Nami asked casually.
Do you think I'm unclean?
Su Luo denied it.
"No, it's not your fault. I don't dislike you. Don't overthink it, really!"
"..."
Nami Ozawa didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged Su Luo tightly.
Su Luo curled up in Ozawa Nami's warm embrace, burying her head in her chest, smelling her pleasant body fragrance, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face as she choked out a sob.
"sorry……"
It was he who insisted on breaking up with Nami Ozawa back then; it was he who didn't stay by her side properly.
He was the one who wanted to give her up. Although he had his reasons, in the end, he was the one who abandoned her.
So he has no right to look down on her now; it's already quite an achievement that she hasn't looked down on him.
But I still feel so bad.
People can understand many principles, but when it happens to them, they still feel pain and sadness.
Nami Ozawa finally softened, gently patted his back, and said with relief.
"Actually, there's nothing between him and me."
Upon hearing this, Su Luo immediately stopped crying, looked up at her blankly, and asked in bewilderment.
"What did you say?"
Was Nami Ozawa lying to her?
Actually, he also felt that something was not right. If Ozawa Nami really liked Fujimoto Gen, why would she come back to find him?
But why would she lie to herself?
Is it really normal to joke about one's own integrity?
Nami Ozawa smiled faintly.
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