Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Without any support, Shirley slipped straight into the bathtub, swallowing several gulps of water in the process. "Shirley."

He called out in panic again, immediately lifting her out of the water.

Shirley's hair was completely drenched, her chest rising and falling slightly, her gaze hazy as she looked at him.

"Abner."

"Yeah."

"I feel awful."

Abner's hand clenched the edge of the bathtub, gripping it tightly, feeling a surge of impulse racing through his body, yet he forced it down. Right now, Shirley wasn't lucid, unaware of what she was doing. "How can I help you?"

How to make her feel better.

the tub, had already taken off her coat, her cheeks faintly flushed. Suddenly, she reached out a hand, grabbing his, and kissed the palm of

on his palm and ended up sitting on the floor, his ears turning red. He clenched his fist tightly, as if trying to hold onto something. He

could touch him. Despite carrying the burden of his family's reputation, the number of girls writing him love letters in school was still quite high. Yet now, he sat by the bathtub in restraint,

bear the heat inside her body any longer, Shirley grabbed his hand, rubbing it against

trembled,

Shirley held his hand, moving it from her cheek

and then downward. As his

more, as if the hand wasn't his own. He turned his head away, letting

Abner's breathing

"Shirley."

burying his head into his knees. His other

water in his ears. He didn't dare lift his head, burying himself like that. But the touch on his hand was too distinct. After what felt like ages, the rippling water

No response came.