Xie Yan walked too fast and some of the hot water spilled out.
The muffled sound of water splashing on the ground woke up Xue Qingdai, who was already a light sleeper.
Xie Yan's tall dark shadow rushed in, bringing with it a sense of oppression. The man's broad body blocked out some of the light, and Xue Qingdai thought for a moment that the light was broken.
"Is it Xie Yan?" She sobbed softly. Her mind was still unclear and she thought a bad guy had come into the room. She covered her body with the quilt, but it only reached her shoulders. Xue Qingdai's hands trembled slightly.
She was wearing too little, revealing her smooth shoulders, slender neck, and the clothes on her body.
In Xie Yan's words, it is a piece of rag.
If it was really an outsider who came in accidentally, she would have no chance to fight back.
Xie Yan: “It’s me.”
Xie Yan slightly turned his body to the side, and the light shone slightly into the bed. Xie Yan had one leg sitting firmly on the edge of the bed.
He had very good night vision and could see at a glance that not only was she not covered with a blanket, but she was also wearing too little.
Winter has passed at the beginning of the year and the weather is gradually getting warmer. We should not torture our body like this.
Xie Yan was a little angry.
He said in a somewhat fierce tone: "Why don't you cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep?"
Thinking that she was just being naughty and peeved about cleanliness, Xie Yan was well prepared and had called his mother in advance to ask her to clean the house.
"I asked my mom to help you dry your quilt a few days ago. It doesn't have the mites and lice you dislike."
As Xie Yan spoke, he pulled up the quilt. Xue Qingdai suddenly rushed into his arms and sobbed softly in his arms.
He was silent in an instant, and when he touched the smooth skin under his hands, he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment, after all, he had been wearing a thin layer of clothes before.
Xue Qingdai wrapped her arms tightly around Xie Yan's neck. She didn't care whether his skin was rough or not. She looked very dependent on him.
"I had a nightmare." Xue Qingdai could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality. She just wanted to be in Xie Yan's arms and smell his soothing pine scent.
She did have a nightmare. She experienced everything in the book in her dream. She dreamed that after she divorced Xie Yan, Xie Yan died soon after.
She was said to be a jinx in the village, and her reputation became even worse. Then a street thug in the village followed her. She could not outrun an adult man, and when she woke up, she saw a dark shadow.
It was good enough that she didn't hit Xie Yan.
But Xie Yan hadn't been fierce for a long time, so she could only act coquettishly. After all, this method was really effective.
In her dream, Xie Yan died, and she felt a little sad.
Xue Qingdai pretended to be affectionate as she hugged Xie Yan and cried even harder.
It was Xie Yan's turn to be anxious.
Xie Yan's foot accidentally touched a basin of hot water on the ground. He heard the swaying sound of the water and finally he couldn't bear to break free from the soft and fragrant jade.
"The water is getting cold."
"The light in your room is too dim. I'll get you a flashlight."
Xue Qingdai supported herself on the bed with her hands. Xie Yan seemed determined to make her wipe her body and apply ointment. It seemed that she could not escape.
Fortunately, Xie Yan had long forgotten that he was actually angry just now.
Although the ointment in the hospital was not as effective as her little pink water, it could barely appease Xie Yan's kindness.
Xie Yan placed the flashlight on the washstand, with a beam of extremely strong light facing the bed.
"Don't look into the flashlight. It's blinding."
Xue Qingdai's eyes were covered, but Xie Yan's clothes were cold, so she huddled under the quilt.
Xie Yan pulled him out and said, "Wipe it quickly, otherwise it will get inflamed."
Xie Yan's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and he no longer had the confidence to scold anyone.
He knew that he had spoken harshly and without any sense of severity.
Xue Qingdai was still sleepy. The thick quilt had just been warmed by her body and was a little hot, but her whole body was numb and she felt lazy.
I saw Xie Yan pull the curtains and leave immediately.
"Xie Yan, please be kind~"
"Please help me wipe it."
Xie Yan's hand on the door handle stopped silently, his tall body stiffened there, he swallowed hard and closed the door from the inside.
Looking at the newly hung sun-shade curtains that completely covered everything in the room, he still couldn't make up his mind to turn around, and his ears twitched slightly.
Xue Qingdai listened for a while without any response. She gave up and rolled up the small towel in the basin and rubbed it on the bite marks on her body. It felt both hot and cold.
Xue Qingdai's delicate nature made her hum in a soft voice.
She opened her eyes in pain, not knowing how long Xie Yan had been staring at her.
"Let me do it." Xie Yan took two or three steps with his long legs and walked in front of her.
Xue Qingdai was angry and anxious because Xie Yan went back on his word.
It was just that Xie Yan used his strength to gently wipe her wound, and she instantly became obedient, like a kitten being stroked.
After all, she didn't want to do it, but Xie Yan was too useful.
Xue Qingdai couldn't say no, and occasionally when she felt uncomfortable, she would say coquettishly: "Xie Yan, please wipe it gently."
Xie Yan did as he was told, his face calm as if he was wiping a wooden bench.
Xue Qingdai looked at Xie Yan, who was very composed, and pouted her lips. She felt a little awkward, but also relieved.
Xie Yan really didn't take beauty seriously. Maybe he was dreaming or sleepwalking at that time, which made him so ferocious. Now, when he was helping her wipe her body, Xie Yan was obviously very gentle and harmless.
"Xie Yan, you are so nice. I can't live without you."
After Xie Yan heard this, his ears turned red. He wiped the sweat off his neck and said softly, "Hmm."
Xue Qingdai felt a cool sensation from the mint applied to her wound, and her whole body felt refreshed, but when her feet stepped on the cold quilt, she felt uncomfortable again.
Her eyes were on the new curtains so that she wouldn't have to hide when changing clothes.
Xue Qingdai's eyelashes were stained with tears and had not yet dried, making her look fragile and pitiful.
She pointed her plump fingers here and there, struggling to get out of the way, and leaned against Xie Yan's broad back, "Xie Yan, you'd better be a bad person to the end."
"Please warm up the bed for me."
Xie Yan clutched the bed sheet tightly with his big hands, his slight and rapid breathing was almost inaudible, and he glanced at the curtains that were pulled extremely tightly.
"good……"
Xue Qingdai secretly laughed behind Xie Yan's back, waiting for the quilt to warm up so she could kick him off the bed.
The last time I slept with Xie Yan holding me, it felt like sleeping next to a stove. It was a little hot but better than being cold.
Xie Yan patted Xue Qingdai's back gently, not knowing how long he did so.
Hearing steady breathing, ready to leave here.
But the woman in his arms held him tightly.
She said coquettishly: "Don't go..."
Xie Yan was not strong in her willpower to begin with, so he unbuttoned his robe with one hand, laid on the back of her hand, and unknowingly put his arms around her waist.
I hope he won’t dream about big steamed buns again, as he wants to eat them after getting married.
Perhaps because of the nightmare, Xue Qingdai's sleep quality suddenly improved at night and she slept soundly until dawn.
She was just about to turn over when she discovered that Xie Yan, who had been keeping the bed warm, had not left all night.
The sunlight from the glass window shines through the curtains, illuminating the room.
Xue Qingdai was not panicking at this time, because she and Xie Yan had not done anything shameful.
Xie Yan only completed the task of warming the bed.
Xue Qingdai wanted to sleep a little longer when she heard a muffled knock on the door.
"Daidai, do you want to go to Hualin Bathhouse to take a bath today?" Zhang Shuying, holding an enamel basin, asked her future daughter-in-law to go to the big bathhouse to take a bath.
Xue Qingdai wanted to jump up and lock the door immediately, but Xie Yan's arms, with veins bulging, pulled her down onto the bed.
She quickly covered Xie Yan's mouth, saying, "Don't talk when this stinky man just woke up."
"Don't talk. Take a shower with me later."
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