Chapter 542 Lotus Building CP Li Lianhua
Chapter 542 Lotus Building CP Li Lianhua
"Then tell me, what do you want from me?"
Hua Xiaozhou tied a pretty bow around her waist, her tone very calm.
Because Li Lianhua was holding her son, she couldn't free her hands to ask Hua Xiaozhou to look after him.
"I was really wrong. I should have reacted in time when my memories suddenly returned. I shouldn't have been controlled by the memories of the past and said hurtful things. I'm sorry."
"anything else?"
Hua Xiaozhou's eyes were encouraging, and Li Lianhua hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up.
“I shouldn’t have come up to explain. I should have just gone along with Zhouzhou’s choice and let my wife punish and torment me until she calmed down.”
When Hua Xiaozhou saw that Li Lianhua had actually said it, she was still a little incredulous. He really was a detective. How was he any different from her? He knew all about her unspeakable thoughts. Why was she pretending?
"Since you already know, why did you say it?"
Li Lianhua put Buwei, who had started yawning, into the bed so he could go back to sleep. She then took Hua Xiaozhou's hand and said:
"But it will break my heart, my wife, it will break my heart, I can't bear to part with you."
"Why?" Hua Xiaozhou tried her best to hold back her tears, her voice trembling.
"Because I love you, Zhouzhou, I don't want you to be in pain, even if it means hurting yourself, I can't bear to."
"You're annoying." Hua Xiaozhou couldn't hold back any longer, relaxed her body, and let herself fall onto Li Lianhua, tears streaming down her face.
Li Lianhua's love is clear and concrete.
Handcrafted hairpins and gemstone jewelry, delicious and nutritious meals every day, neat stitching on clothes, taking care of all the mundane tasks—so much more.
Li Lianhua's love is profound and all-encompassing.
The daily grind of life, and Hua Xiaozhou's short temper that gets out of control.
It can be said that over the past two years, Hua Xiaozhou has become so infatuated with Li Lianhua and his love that she can no longer distinguish east from west.
Their love and marriage were without any setbacks or obstacles; it was smooth sailing and perfectly natural.
But does such perfect love really exist? Is a sweet marriage the only thing that lasts?
Hua Xiaozhou couldn't believe it. Would Li Lianhua, no, Li Xiangyi, who had regained his memories, like this mundane, predictable life? Would he be willing to continue it for the rest of his life without ever getting tired of it?
She's read so many books. Fairy tales are so beautiful, and they always end on the wedding night. But what about after marriage?
Decades of living and working together day and night is too long.
Repetition and monotony can easily lead to boredom, but what if there are flaws in the jade?
Flaws don't detract from its beauty; will that unique imperfection make this rare gem even more valuable?
Li Lianhua is right. She wants to torment him and herself, to make their love and marriage more intense and contradictory.
Hua Xiaozhou admitted that she felt a strange sense of satisfaction when she saw Li Lianhua's discomfort because of her avoidance.
Li Lianhua's pain made her feel love, real love.
Only if Li Lianhua loves her will he be emotionally affected by her every move.
For some reason, it was this kind of love, tinged with pain, that made Hua Xiaozhou feel real, even though she was also in pain.
Perhaps, this is a disease.
But there was no cure for her.
At this moment, Li Lianhua truly resembled a large lotus flower, voluntarily opening its soft petals to accept the trembling little butterfly that had alighted on its heart.
"I'm going to bother you so much that you'll never be able to leave me."
Hua Xiaozhou was forcibly held on Li Lianhua's lap, forced to press her face against that full and elastic chest. She looked unwilling, but a smile played on her lips, and her eyes were bright.
It is said that every medicine has some degree of toxicity, but if you take too much, you will develop resistance, so you have to take more to be effective.
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