Zhao Weidong and Song Yingying were not real husband and wife, so they didn't talk much.

Zhao Weidong's food, clothing, housing and transportation are mostly in the army, and he comes back every day just to sleep.

If he doesn't come back to sleep, it will cause unnecessary rumors and make people speculate about their relationship as husband and wife.

They had been living like this since their marriage, and they didn't feel anything was wrong. But one night, a small incident suddenly happened, which subtly changed the mood of both of them.

Zhao Weidong looked at Song Yingying deeply, and all that flashed through his mind was the image of her holding the girl just now. The throbbing in his chest did not dissipate for a long time, just like the drizzling rain outside the house, which never stopped.

"It's late, go to bed."

Zhao Weidong withdrew his gaze, turned around and turned off the lights in the room.

Turn off the lights, lie down on the hard ground, close your eyes and fall asleep.

The rough man's thoughts are simple and direct. Once he falls asleep, he won't think too much.

However, Song Yingying, who was sleeping on the bed, did not lie down immediately. Instead, she kept staring at the man sleeping on the floor in the dark.

A sudden heavy rain in the evening revealed the humid weather in the south. The air was filled with moist water vapor, and the ground began to become damp and wet.

Zhao Weidong had a cool mat and a quilt on him, which he spread out during the day and put away at night.

The mat was a thin layer of bamboo, and the bedding was even more simple.

The moisture on the ground seeps upwards, maybe even the bedding is wet.

In the darkness, Song Yingying's thin eyebrows were wrinkled little by little, and tied into a knot.

Because of her good family background in the past and Zhao Weidong's long-term indulgence, Song Yingying did not realize the inappropriateness of this matter.

It was the girl's behavior that night that woke Song Yingying up.

In such an environment and under such conditions, even if Zhao Weidong is in good health, he will get sick one day.

Maybe it's okay in spring and summer, but what about autumn and winter? When the weather gets colder, will they still do the same?

Questions and worries filled Song Yingying's heart.

She thought carefully about what it would mean if she spoke that night.

That is——

"You...come up and sleep."

Song Yingying still said this.

In a quiet room, her voice is especially clear.

However, Zhao Weidong didn't hear it clearly.

What?

Zhao Weidong lay on the ground without moving, but he frowned fiercely.

For a moment he couldn't tell whether it was real or he was just imagining too much and hallucinating in his mind.

Damn it! The words he wanted to hear the most!

Song Yingying had been looking at Zhao Weidong and saw that he had been lying on the ground without moving. It was definitely not because he had fallen asleep in such a short time that he didn't hear anything.

Wasn't she clear enough? Didn't he listen?

Do we have to make her speak nonsense?

Song Yingying bit her lip, secretly distressed for a moment, and then spoke.

"The floor is wet and cold, and you won't be comfortable sleeping there, and you'll get sick easily. Zhao Weidong, come up and sleep. The bed... the bed is big, I'll give you half of it."

Talking.

Song Yingying moved her body and moved to the side, leaving a large space for Zhao Weidong.

Then he pulled up the quilt, covered her from head to toe, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

On the first night she came to this compound, Song Yingying, who had secretly hidden a pair of scissors under her pillow, would never have thought that one day she would say such words.