Qin Huan looked away, turned around and walked back, lifted the quilt and slept in her own place. She even forcefully pulled her own pillow from Red's arms and lay down to sleep.
She was still carrying him, and that figure exuded endless indifference and alienation.
Red raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled contentedly, at least, he was so close to her again.
Even though he could only look at her back, she was still in his sight and had not gone far yet.
The gaze behind her was so hot that Qin Huan couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes and tried hard to hypnotize herself, but she couldn't fall asleep. With Red by her side, she couldn't fall asleep at all, even in a familiar environment and a familiar bed.
.
Because once you fall asleep, it is an endless nightmare.
She kept taking deep breaths, and finally made a sound. Of course, she didn't chase him away, because he wouldn't leave even if she chased him away. She could only let him leave temporarily so that she could fall asleep first.
She didn't turn her head, but her voice sounded in the dark night, with a hint of coldness, "You go take a shower."
It was just four words, so meaningless that Red was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled up his sleeves and smelled it. There was indeed a strong smell of alcohol on his body.
Does this mean you dislike him?
But even though it smells like alcohol, it doesn't stink either!
Red felt a little aggrieved and slowly took a closer look at her. His low and hoarse voice was full of pity, "Honey, I don't stink."
Qin Huan remained silent. Red looked at her stiff back and immediately knew what was going on. His eyes changed, and he finally got up and entered the bathroom.
As the bathroom door was closed, there seemed to be a thin barrier between the two people. Even if it was very thin, it could not be broken.
But Red was no longer around, Qin Huan immediately felt sleepy and fell asleep quickly.
Red took a bath for almost an hour before he came out. He washed himself smelling good, and his whole body smelled the same as Qin Huan's. Then he came out wearing a bathrobe.
The person on the bed was still asleep. Qin Huan was not as indifferent as when she was awake. Her facial features were beautiful, exuding a delicate innocence. With her eyes closed, she could not see the deathly silence and desolation in her eyes.
Only her gentle face was seen.
Red slowly knelt down in front of her and stared at her for a long time. Then he slowly leaned forward and pressed a very light kiss on her lips. He said in a hoarse voice, "Good night, my wife."
The next day, the morning sun slipped into the first ray of light, and Qin Huan's biological clock automatically and consciously woke up.
It's just that today is different from usual. She seems to be carrying a big stove on her back, and the stove has its own arms and legs, automatically and consciously wrapping around her, almost suffocating her.
Qin Huan looked at the big palm on his chest, his brows furrowed tightly, he forcefully opened the hand with one hand, turned around and pushed Red away without hesitation.
Red seemed to groan in pain in his sleep, his facial features wrinkled up, but his eyes did not open. The moment Qin Huan put his hand on Red's chest, he could feel the unusually hot heat.
A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Huan's eyes. She didn't take her hand back, but instead moved it towards his forehead, feeling the warmth that was as hot as the chest.
Does he have a fever?
You looked fine last night? Why did you have a fever?