第三十三章拥进被窝(3/5)

                                           床角有个垃圾桶，是有盖子的那种，不相信事实的唐晶晶用脚踩住脚板，盖子应声打开，一垃圾桶的餐巾纸，皱巴巴的一团一团。
                                                                                                                                                                她弯下腰，一手用手捂嘴，另一手伸进桶子里用手翻找，就在最底下，赫然一个用过拉开的避9孕9套子，粉色的，长长的，里边还有粘粘的液体在流动。
                                                                                                                                                                “哇唔！”
                                                                                                                                                                唐晶晶的喉咙发出一声被强行倒回去的哭泣声，心沉入了海底最冰最深处。
                                                                                                                                                                还有什么比起这个东西更刺激人的呢？
                                                                                                                                                                “唔……”
                                                                                                                                                                嘴被手蒙住，除了偶尔漏音，什么声响都发不出，咸泪，可是再怎么忍都忍不住了，如开了闸的水龙头，自眼眶里喷涌而出，温暖的液体，一阵阵在手上经过，然后掉落地上。
                                                                                                                                                                三十岁的女人，如此真切地感受到婚姻危在旦夕，于唐晶晶来说，第一次。以前两人再怎么斗气再怎么吵，如饿了吃饱，饱了再饿，睡了惊醒，醒了又睡，起起伏伏，高高低低，再怎么乱，只是与不快联系在一起，肯定没到危险就在眼前的境地。哪知下午无故来此，此时此景等于告诉她，再美满的婚姻，也有下岗的时候，说下就下，毫不留情。
                                                                                                                                                                生活，没有跟她开玩笑。
                                                                                                                                                                “怎么办？怎么办？”
                                

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