A week of peaceful coexistence begins with sharing a bed.
In view of the not-so-good experience, Huo Zhiyan directly made a three-part agreement with Lu Anzhi:
First, don’t grab the quilt.
Second, everyone sleeps on one side and no one can cross the line.
Third, Lu Anzhi is strictly prohibited from personally attacking Huo Zhiyan.
"Wait a minute..." Lu Anzhi listened and felt bad. The first two were understandable, but what the hell was the third?
She gritted her teeth and thought for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Huo Zhiyan, what on earth did I... do to you before?"
To be able to make him issue such a stern warning and escalate it to a personal attack, couldn't he have done something worse than a beast to him after he fell asleep?
Huo Zhiyan glanced at her solemnly, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic in depth.
"If you want to sleep, go to sleep. If you don't want to sleep, go to the study and sit. Don't waste time."
"Sleep!" Lu Anzhi answered without hesitation. Even a second late would be disrespectful to this bed.
After saying that, he lay down very obediently, said a big word comfortably, and then shrank to the bedside with a desire to survive: "Come on, young master, I promise not to move around tonight."
Huo Zhiyan closed his eyes, stood up, closed the curtains, and turned off the lights.
The old house did not have electric curtains, which he had always found troublesome. Today, there was a time bomb in the room, and walking these two steps made it even more troublesome.
After turning off the lights, the two of them lay down on both sides of the bed. Fortunately, the air-conditioning cover in the old house was relatively wide, so everyone could barely get a corner, so they seemed to be fine just by making do.
Huo Zhiyan was used to falling asleep immediately after turning off the lights, but Lu Anzhi had the habit of lying in bed and looking at her mobile phone.
Someone who was already deeply sleepy was forced to open his eyes wide by the sound of a short video coming from behind.
Huo Zhiyan raised his hand and pressed it on his temple, suppressing his anger and warning in a deep voice: "Turn off the sound."
Lu Anzhi turned around and glanced at him, a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, I thought you weren't asleep yet, so I'll just shut it down."
Then, the sound suddenly stopped.
But after a long time, Huo Zhiyan always felt that there was a light behind him in his subconscious. He slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and found that someone was reading a novel again.
One page after another, the bright screen turned the pages very rhythmically.
Huo Zhiyan took a deep breath: "..."
He kept telling himself in his mind that this was an old house, and grandma might have arranged for Uncle He to guard the door. He couldn't lose his temper, yell at people, let alone throw people out at this juncture.
He needs to be calm and collected.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...
Time passed by minute by second. Huo Zhiyan had just finished his intense work. He wanted to sleep at first, but at this moment, he was not sleepy at all.
"Lu Anzhi, can you turn off your phone?"
Huo Zhiyan warned again, deliberately lowering his tone to prevent anyone outside from listening.
Lu Anzhi ignored her, her phone still lit up, and she flipped through the pages.
Huo Zhiyan's anger suddenly rose. He lifted the quilt and turned around, intending to grab Lu Anzhi's phone and turn off the damn screen.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he heard soft but gentle breathing.
Wave after wave, like the gentle waves on a quiet beach late at night.
Huo Zhiyan paused and unconsciously relaxed his hands and feet. He raised his upper body and walked around to take a look.
The stupid woman who was still clutching her cell phone had actually fallen asleep.
The software for reading novels is set to turn pages automatically. The white fluorescent light shows the dense text, and the pages are turned unconsciously one after another.
Huo Zhiyan suppressed his anger and reached for the phone, ready to help her turn off the screen, but the moment he pressed the power button, his hand stopped.
Everything was quiet around her, and the bright white light hit the woman's peaceful sleeping face.
This was the second time that he saw her sleeping at such a close distance. The anger around him seemed to suddenly dissipate at this moment, and another unspeakable emotion quietly crept into his heart.
Different from when she was awake, Lu Anzhi felt indescribably confused when she fell asleep, like an ignorant and fearless baby.
There is no defense against this world.
Of course, he also knew that this state could not last long. After falling asleep completely, someone would start to behave randomly.
He didn't know what was on his body that smelled so good. Every time Lu Anzhi slept until midnight, he liked to rub himself on him, sniffing around like an unreasonable pup.
Huo Zhiyan just looked at it quietly for a while. It wasn't until the arms underneath him became numb that he quickly came back to his senses and his out-of-focus pupils reunited.
He reached out and pinched her face gently, and cursed in a low voice: "Only a pig can match you in terms of sleep quality."
…
For two consecutive nights, Huo Zhiyan and Lu Anzhi slept separately and seemed to be in peace.
But on the other side of the old house, the old lady raised her eyebrows.
She took a sip of tea and pulled He Xun to confirm again and again: "It's been two nights. Is it true that there hasn't been any movement at all?"
He Xun took the tea cup and nodded respectfully: "Yes, madam, I went to listen in person. In the past two days, the young master and the young mistress went to take a bath separately after entering the room. Not long after taking a bath, they turned off the lights and went to bed. "
He Xun spoke slowly, word by word coming out.
Huo Yinghua on the side covered the tea bowl and faintly uttered a few words: "You are just worrying about it. Isn't it normal for there to be no sound at night?"
"Is it normal?" The old lady stomped her feet angrily: "Two young and energetic people sleep in the same bed. You said that it was the first time for the two of them to spend the night in the old house the night before. They were a little more peaceful, so it can be justified. Both of these are It’s night, where is normal?”
The old lady had a sullen face and glanced sideways at Huo Yinghua: "We went to Zheng'an Temple to calculate the horoscopes for Ayan. Have you forgotten what the abbot said?"
Huo Yinghua raised his eyes: "Oh, I've already said that feudal superstition is unacceptable."
"What kind of feudal superstition? How accurate is the abbot's calculation? He said that Ayan is the fate of a lonely star in the sky. He suppressed his mother when he was young and suppressed his wife as an adult. It is very difficult to have a happy marriage in this life."
The old lady looked at him: "Fortunately, I also calculated An Zhi's horoscope a few days ago. Guess what?"
She looked at Huo Yinghua and then at He Xun, her eyes suddenly brightened: "The abbot said that these two children are a perfect match. They are a good marriage that may not be achieved even in three lifetimes."
Thinking of this, the old lady was really happy and anxious.
She knew that Ayan was a troubled child. Although he was married, Xiao Zhang said that they had always slept in separate rooms at the Xishan Villa, and this would definitely not work.
This girl An Zhi can do everything she can for A Yan, so there can be no problems.
Then...the problem must lie with my grandson, who is as stubborn as a donkey.
"He Xun, come quickly."
The old lady waved her hand to the housekeeper and ordered: "Go to Lao Gu and tell him that the last prescription didn't work. Ask him to change it to something stronger and send it to me before this afternoon."
He Xun was stunned for a moment, then secretly raised his eyes to glance at Huo Yinghua.
Huo Yinghua paused on his feet: "What are you doing? How can anyone give that kind of medicine to their own grandson?"
The old lady glanced at him: "What do you know? Ayan is just a piece of wood. If I don't knock him, will he bloom?"
