Song Yingying felt so uncomfortable both mentally and physically that she ignored the banging sounds outside the room.
The voice was hurried, panicky and chaotic.
After a while, Zhao Weidong's figure appeared in the room.
Song Yingying didn't notice it at first, and then she put the wooden basin in Zhao Weidong's hand on the ground.
It seemed like something was shaking.
Song Yingying's eyes were slightly red. She looked up blankly and saw Zhao Weidong holding a pile of things in his hands and putting them on the ground one by one.
There was a wooden basin, a kettle, a washbasin, a towel, and a pink bar of soap that Song Yingying bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.
Song Yingying stared at Zhao Weidong working. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she turned around and left again.
This time, Zhao Weidong came back faster.
He fetched some cold water and took another thermos, placing them neatly on the ground.
After doing all this, Zhao Weidong, not knowing whether out of anxiety or panic, was actually breathing heavily, his chest heaving rapidly.
He raised his head and looked at Song Yingying again, "Hot water, basin, towel, soap, they are all here, do you want anything else?"
"……What?"
Song Yingying was a little confused. Although she had some guesses in her mind, she couldn't believe that Zhao Weidong really did this.
Seeing that Song Yingying couldn't say anything, Zhao Weidong continued talking.
"You...you're not feeling well like this, so you should take a shower. I'm just outside the door. If there's not enough hot water or you need anything, just call me."
After giving the instructions, Zhao Weidong turned around and walked out of the room and closed the door.
Without the man's mountain-like figure, the room became empty again.
Song Yingying blinked, with disbelief in her eyes. She glanced at the closed door, then looked at the things scattered on the floor.
So Zhao Weidong didn't think that the bad luck was scared away, but helped her prepare toiletries.
At this moment, he was still guarding her outside the room.
The temperature that had disappeared from Song Yingying's body returned instantly, and she could also hear the pounding of her heartbeat in her chest.
Jumping so hard.
…
outside the house.
Zhao Weidong stood by the door, controlling all his attention and not listening to any movement in the room.
That was Song Yingying's privacy. As a pure and prudent girl, she definitely didn't want others to hear such things.
A few minutes ago, Song Yingying's expression with red eyes and resentment towards him was still lingering in Zhao Weidong's mind.
Zhao Weidong didn't want her to feel bad again.
But the consciousness of the ears seemed to be separated from the consciousness of the brain, and he could not control it at all. He subconsciously pricked up his ears and listened to the sounds in the room.
It was quiet at first, and after waiting for a long time, there were gradually sounds.
The sound of running water came from the room.
Zhao Weidong stood there, and suddenly he felt tense all over. His chest felt hot, especially his ears, which felt as hot as burning charcoal.
He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could slap himself.
Zhao Weidong! You can’t think about it anymore! The girl doesn’t want to do it at all!
But in my mind, there is still an evil little man who keeps saying, "She is your wife, she is your wife, she is your wife..."
Over and over again, it madly stimulated Zhao Weidong's precarious self-control.
Zhao Weidong was tense all over when suddenly he heard a child's tender voice.
Zhao Xiaobei was sleeping in a daze. He noticed a light outside the room and walked out in a daze.
"dad……"
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