Xiao An silently raised her head and looked at Pang Yi, watching Pang Yi's hand tightly holding the spoon. She also looked at Pang Yi's silent and stiff face, and somehow she felt a little sad and aggrieved. Without waiting for the aunt to speak again, Xiao An hurried over and pulled the aunt out. She smiled and said, "Aunt, let's ignore him and go outside to have a good talk."
"Okay, my child is out. No one has talked to me for a long time." At that moment, the aunt and Xiao An went out chatting and laughing.
Pang Yi was the only one left in the room. He silently looked at the bowl of ginseng chicken soup on the small table. The man who had been eager to eat just now lost his appetite. He silently pushed the bowl away, sat there stiffly for a while, and then crawled back into the quilt.
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The aunt was really talkative. She could chat with Xiao An, a stranger, until almost midnight. Xiao An was so sleepy. She had never talked so much to anyone before, and her cheeks were sore. She wanted to go back to her room to rest, but she didn't say anything. First, she was afraid of spoiling the aunt's mood, and second, she was not sure whether Pang Yi had fallen asleep. She was too embarrassed to face Pang Yi who was awake. That's why she chatted with the aunt until this time.
The aunt yawned and went back to her room to sleep. Xiao An washed her face and went back to her room. She was afraid of waking up Pang Yi, so she didn't light a candle and went into the room in the dark. According to her memory, she held on to the wall and touched the kang little by little, then she held on to the edge of the kang and moved in little by little. As a result, after walking a few steps, she touched something warm...
The next second, Xiao An suddenly withdrew her hand.
"You... why are you sleeping here?" Hearing the sound of turning over on the kang, Xiao An knew that Pang Yi had woken up. She rubbed her hands and said awkwardly, "Didn't you sleep in here in the afternoon?"
"You go inside and sleep." Pang Yi said in a deep voice in the darkness.
"Oh." Xiao An agreed in a low voice, and climbed onto the kang carefully, fearing that she would touch the man's face again.
In fact, she was particularly reluctant to live on the same kang with Pang Yi, but there was no other room in her aunt's house, and she couldn't sit in the outer hall all night. In such a cold day, she would definitely get frozen, and it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of her aunt and uncle. It was even more impossible to drive the sick Pang Yi out, so she had to bite the bullet and climb onto the kang.
In the darkness, Pang Yi listened to the rustling sound coming from beside him. He knew that was the sound of Xiao An taking off her cotton-padded jacket. Thinking about how that colorful and ill-fitting cotton-padded jacket would look on Xiao An, his heart suddenly jumped to his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to think too much, but as the quilt on his body moved up and down, his mind, which was not very clear to begin with, suddenly became a mess.
Xiao An got into the quilt. The aunt thought they were a young couple, so she only prepared one quilt for them. Xiao An certainly would not fight with Pang Yi for the quilt. She just pulled a small corner of the quilt to cover her belly, and then quietly covered herself with the cotton jacket she had just taken off.
"Are you feeling better?" The room was too silent and depressing. Apart from the two people's gentle breathing, there was no other sound. Knowing that Pang Yi was not asleep, Xiao An felt even more depressed and she spoke softly.
"Yeah." Pang Yi responded indifferently, and then there was no further words.
"Have you drunk the ginseng chicken soup?" Xiao An asked again in a low voice. Having been with Pang Yi for a long time, she had long been accustomed to Pang Yi's frugal nature of speaking, so Xiao An did not think that Pang Yi was perfunctory and asked again in a low voice.
"I didn't drink." Pang Yi said again, coughing lightly.
"Why don't you drink it? It cost me a penny." Xiao An was a little sad, but she was not really sad about the penny. She had watched the ginseng chicken soup being made. This rich and noble lady who had never done housework before was staring nervously at a pot of soup in the kitchen for the first time. As soon as the soup came out of the pot, she eagerly served it to the man and even picked the fattest and best chicken leg to add to the soup. But the man didn't drink it at all.
"I can't drink it," Pang Yi said sullenly. He didn't know if it was because he had caught a cold, but he felt his heart was on fire and he felt very uncomfortable. He pursed his dry lips irritably and buried his face in the quilt, "Stop talking, go to sleep."
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