How can intimate acts become cursed just in a second?
And the pain follows by kisses?
Chen Xi Wang
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"Please, don't say it." I can feel her rejection in her tone but I don't want to lie to her.
"No…It's wrong. It's a mistake. We must sober…" I kept trying but she looked still in the red pill's effect. I didn't know how she looked at me but when she mentioned me as her husband's name, I think she looked at me as her husband.
"I don't want to be sober because I don't want to lose you again..."
I can feel her pain. I can feel that she lost her husband. But how can I feel something specific about her? How can I know it?
"No…I am not your husband..." I told her once again.
"My husband, did I make you feel uncomfortable?" She asked me with tears flowing from the edge of her eyes.