Can We Say No to Divorce?-Chapter 688 - 438 Extraordinary Fortunate (2)

Zheng Tong felt so embarrassed that she thought she might die of shame. Was he really suggesting they do it in the living room? Are young people nowadays really this open-minded...

Of course, Zheng Tong had no idea that this man, who had always been so obedient to her and loved her to the bone, could be so cunning and naughty. Though he had already regained his memory, he still pretended to be immature.

As far as Zheng Tong was concerned, he indeed had not yet grown up mentally!

No, it’s not a matter of not having grown up, but of not being mature!

Even though Zheng Tong loved him dearly, there was a psychological barrier she couldn’t get over. She felt like an old cow chewing on this tender grass.

"Feixun..." When Zheng Tong clutched at his clothes, her hands quivered with nervousness, "Don’t, don’t..."

She stuttered a bit. She already felt a tremendous pressure due to their age difference, and if they were to make such a bold choice in where to do it, she truly felt she would collapse.

Duan Feixun looked at her intently. She buried her head in his chest, unyielding to look up, and was planning to leave the living room and run upstairs to the bedroom.

Seeing her so tense, Duan Feixun was unexpectedly caught off guard, "Tongtong, do you dislike me?"

"No..." Zheng Tong immediately shook her head, "It’s just...I just feel that the psychological age difference is too great, and it feels like I’m dating a boy... I don’t think I can handle it emotionally..."

"But look, I’m taller than you, I’m stronger than you," Duan Feixun said. "Even if there’s a difference in psychological age, I will protect you and Xiao Guai."

The mention of Xiao Guai, who knows what fate would have awaited her if he hadn’t been there today. Zheng Tong was profoundly moved. When she thought of this, her heart softened even more, and she looked at him, "Can we go back to the bedroom, please?"

A woman’s charm, when mixed with a touch of coyness, affection, compassion, and beguiling sweetness, naturally makes a man willing to do anything for her.

Duan Feixun still couldn’t bear to see her so tense that her heart seemed to leap out, so he picked her up and sprinted upstairs to the bedroom...

After all, the bedroom was their space. There, Zheng Tong would feel some sense of psychological security, though now, she felt he could also give her a sense of safety.

It had been a very long time since Duan Feixun had looked at her this way, since they had been so intimately close.

Since her pregnancy, with the incident involving Yu Ke, their marriage had faced a significant crisis. They nearly divorced, but he steadfastly refused to leave, just as he had always insisted on loving her.

Zheng Tong felt numb under his gaze; she closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. On one hand, she wanted to accept him, yet on the other, she felt a sense of guilt. A woman, after all, in a marital relationship, tends to have a myriad of concerns.

"Feixun, don’t look at me like that..." Zheng Tong extended her hand to cover his eyes. His gaze was fiery and passionate, enough to set her aflame.

"But I want to look at you, a lifetime is not enough, I want to be with you life after life..." Duan Feixun said emotionally.

Sweet nothings, no matter how many, are never enough for a woman to hear.

Even a mature woman, who feels love talk is somewhat exaggerated, still finds it lovely when love runs deep.

She opened her eyes to look at him, and there he was, full of deep affection, so intense and so profound that she thought she was hallucinating, thinking the indulgent Duan Feixun of the past had returned.

"Feixun..." She softly called out to him.

"I’m here..." Duan Feixun responded with a hoarse voice, indicating that he would always be there for her, "If you’re afraid to look at me, shall I blindfold you, would that be alright?"

"Why don’t you blindfold yourself?" Zheng Tong felt his gaze was getting too intense, unbearable for her.

Duan Feixun laughed. Even a gentle Zheng Tong was still a fierce little tigress.

Duan Feixun laughed with a cunning undertone: "Are you sure you want to blindfold me? If I’m blindfolded, how will I be able to see my beautiful wife? My wife Tongtong is the most beautiful and charming..."

Zheng Tong: "..."

Asking her to strike at a tender herb, she might be tough in normal times, but she still felt that this person was a little bit different from her husband, and she couldn’t quite adapt.

Alas! To think Zheng Tong can wield knives and extract teeth without flinching!

Yet, when it comes to love, when it comes to marital life, she no longer has the demeanor of a tough woman.

Duan Feixun casually picked up a plaid silk scarf from her wardrobe and blindfolded her with it.

Deprived of sight, her sensations became all the more keen.

Zheng Tong actually started to regret it, wondering if this meant he could do whatever he wanted now.

"Duan Feixun..." This time she called him by his full name.

"Tongtong..." Duan Feixun lowered his head to look at her, feeling as if he could never get enough of her, "Call me husband..."

Zheng Tong couldn’t manage to say it, instead she decided on direct action and reached out to hug his waist.

This let Duan Feixun know that she was willing. Although she was timid, once she made up her mind, she would never regret it. This was the tough woman Zheng Tong. Of course, at this moment, being close to him, although she still had certain principles, she remained the woman he adored.

"Duan Feixun, you better not bully me in the future..." Though Zheng Tong couldn’t see him, she could feel every move he made, and more than that, she found it a little strange. Was someone who had such patience truly someone of an immature psychological age?

"What is torment? Tongtong, I am cherishing you, I want to love you tenderly..." Duan Feixun aimed to give her all the deep love he owed her over these past days, not just this once, but for a lifetime, for eternity, all for her alone.

But for Zheng Tong, it still amounted to bullying—sweet bullying that made her heart flutter, yet also gave her pause.

This man, clearly, was not going to let her off easily!

She sensed his intentions now!

"Duan Feixun, are you even a man?" Zheng Tong provoked him using reverse psychology, as the art of war states, provoking is better than requesting. "If you are a man, be straightforward. Why this dilly-dallying like a woman binding her feet, so slow and hesitant..."

What man can withstand such provocation?

But Duan Feixun was different; he was a lawyer well-versed in psychological tactics. Hearing her say this, he just laughed: "Are you in a hurry, Tongtong? Don’t worry, whether or not I am a man, I will certainly make you feel it. But for now, I still want to..."

"Whatever you want to think, just think!" Zheng Tong cut him off, "Either start right away or leave the room immediately!"

Such bold and resolute words, how many women in the world dare to speak like this?

She felt that every heartbeat was extending him a welcoming ceremony, each beat a wish to be baptized, every breath for him, and her blood flowed to every corner, leaving traces of her tenderness...

Such endless, sweet companionship seemed to have reversed their psychological ages; he was the scheming uncle in his thirties, and she was but the innocent little girl in his eyes!

Duan Feixun laughed heartily, appreciating her forthrightness. He didn’t want to push her too hard; there was plenty of time ahead, and he too could no longer suppress his eagerness.

And so, this battle to protect their marriage, originally poised for divorce, finally came to its conclusion.

At this moment, he held her tightly in his arms, lavishing her with the most tender, bone-deep affection...

"You’ve already had a child, already become a mother, what is there to fear..." he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Zheng Tong too felt as if her soul was scattering. They had fought bitterly, they had been on the brink of breakup and divorce, but at this moment, when the couple was reunited, those long-lost memories exuded a sweet fragrance...