This dream is too real.
It doesn't feel real like a dream.
In her dreams, Jiang Yue could truly feel the humiliation of bowing her head to apologize, as if she had been ground into dust and trampled down to the point of being worthless.
Not only was her dignity trampled on, but she also had to endure the looks from above that looked at her.
A mocking look.
Jiang Yue woke up from the nightmare in a daze, her eyes still looking a little distracted, and cold sweat running down her back. She subconsciously clenched her fingers tightly, the thought of dying with them still lingering in her heart.
She thought even she would end up in that situation.
Nor will he bow his head and beg for mercy.
She would rather die than be crushed by someone who puts her dignity under their feet.
If a person has no spine, he cannot hold his head up even if he is alive.
"Having a nightmare?"
A familiar voice broke her thoughts, and she followed the sound. She didn't know when this man appeared here, and he came here specifically to take advantage of her while she was asleep.
Jiang Yue was not in a very good mood now, especially when she had to face the culprit in her dream at this moment, and she didn't have a good mood, face, or attitude.
She hugged the quilt sadly, acting as if she didn't want to talk to anyone.
Zhou Ji poured her a glass of warm water and handed it over: "My throat is a little hoarse. Let's drink some water first."
Not only was Jiang Yue's voice hoarse, her throat was also a little sore. I wonder if it was because of the cold wind blowing on the balcony when she just fell asleep. She used to be in good health and rarely caught colds.
It was her brother who was frail and sickly.
Jiang Yue held the cup with both hands and took a sip of the warm water. Her throat still hurt a little.
Zhou Ji saw her frown slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked sincerely: "Is the water very hot?"
He tested the water temperature and it was just right.
Why did she frown while drinking water, looking unhappy?
Jiang Yue was very polite. She raised her little face, which was delicate and soft, with black and clear pupils. She looked very serious, and she was very polite when she spoke: "I don't want to see you now, can you go out? "
Words from the heart are always said with great piety.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like she's lying or losing her temper.
It's just that I really don't want to see him.
Zhou Ji really couldn't figure out how he had made her unhappy again, so much so that she didn't even want to see him.
The man pondered for a long time, his face was calm and his mood was stable. He said the cold words in a gentle tone, "Sorry, I can't."
He was patient and spoke softly to her: "Who bullied you?"
Jiang Yue thought to herself that you are so embarrassed to ask, it’s you.
She refused to communicate with him in depth, and said angrily: "I have a sore throat, I will ignore you, and don't take the initiative to talk to me, otherwise I will appear rude."
Zhou Ji is always easily amused when listening to her words.
She always felt that she was fierce, but she was not at all.
I don’t know if the air conditioner in the bedroom was turned on too high. Her face looked red, and her sticky voice sounded different from usual.
Zhou Ji stepped forward and the moment she raised her hand, she pushed him away fiercely.
Jiang Yue said he wouldn't give me a good look if he didn't give me a good look: "Don't touch me."
Zhou Ji was noncommittal, and he reached out to her again like he was doing the same thing. When she tried to wave away again, he pinched her wrist tightly and touched her forehead with his other hand.
The temperature is a bit high.
Like having a fever.
Zhou Ji sighed in her heart, she was never very good at caring for her body.
The same goes for when I go to bed at night. I don't like clinging to him, and I don't like covering myself with quilts. My feet always push up the quilt on my body into a mess.
"you are sick."
"Then you call the doctor for me."
"There's no doctor here."
"What do you mean? Do you want me to die?"
Zhou Ji could never keep up with Jiang Yue's brain circuit. She could always misinterpret his meaning with confidence, and then accuse him of his bad intentions, as if he was a very vicious husband.
Zhou Ji rubbed her head and said, "Don't make trouble."
Jiang Yue was a little tired of being rubbed by him, and her tone was not very good: "You are going to force me to death and you still want me to stop making trouble?"
Zhou Ji thought it was a good thing that she was still in such good spirits even though she was sick.
"There is no doctor, but there is fever-reducing medicine," he explained.
As he spoke, he let go of her wrist, found the medicine box in the drawer with ease, carefully read the production date and shelf life on the medicine box, and only dared to take it out to her after making sure there was nothing wrong with it.
Zhou Ji felt like she was taking care of a child, taking care of every detail.
But his wife's temper is no worse than that of a child.
Zhou Ji doesn't have much patience with others, she values efficiency and doesn't like to waste time, but recently she seems to have endless patience, and even her temper has improved a lot.
He told her to open her mouth.
Jiang Yue would not be in trouble with her body. She would not refuse someone who was willing to serve her as her slave when she was sick. The little girl slowly opened her mouth, and the antipyretic medicine was put on the tip of her tongue. .
Followed by a glass of warm water.
She drank the antipyretic medicine and took the antipyretic medicine. Maybe she was suffering from psychological problems. She stupidly asked: "Isn't it poison?"
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then came closer to her, looking into her eyes intently. When he spoke seriously, he couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking, "I can't tell."
Jiang Yue felt uncomfortable looking at him, and her cheeks seemed to get even hotter.
She pushed him away, and the man took two steps back cooperatively.
"How about I die for you if you die?"
"No." She said angrily, thinking she was very quiet: "You go to hell."
Zhou Ji: "..."
The man raised the corners of his lips and laughed helplessly, and did not forget to ask: "What nightmare did you have?"
Jiang Yue became angry when she thought of this. She raised her face and did not answer his question. Instead, she asked him: "Do you hate me?"
