The night is deep and the cold moon is desolate.
In the quiet bedroom, the man closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The moonlight shines into the window and sprinkles on the wooden floor, reflecting some light.
Wisps fell on the edge of the bed and saw the man's frown getting deeper and deeper.
In silence, a few murky breaths, with a bit of unbearable embarrassment.
But the night hides everything, no one knows, including those who are still sleeping and do not wake up.
Xie Dingyuan dreamed.
In his dream, he was in a land of ice and snow. He was white and covered with snow.
But the strange thing is that it is not cold. The wind is with warm humidity, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the air. It entangles my heart with an inexplicable dryness.
He was acutely aware that something was wrong, but he could not control himself in his dream from the perspective of God. He could only watch the man run barefoot in the snow and finally stop in front of a plum tree.
Han Mei nodded, purplish red like blood, dipped in bright color and put it on the branches.
"He" was obsessed with his eyes and wanted to reach out to pick them, but before he touched them, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
The snow disappeared and the plum blossoms disappeared, replaced by the familiar laboratory.
Five interlocking doors, spray disinfection area, one man and one woman, standing opposite each other.
Xie Dingyuan clearly saw the forbearance and depression in the fundus of his eyes and the abnormal breathing rate.
"Hello, Bai..."
He heard "he" say and even wanted to touch it.
The girl turned her back, her eyes and eyebrows full of shame.
With this action, a large white back came into view.
Not only did "he" get confused, but Xie Dingyuan from God's perspective also began to breathe poorly.
The next second, the scene switches again and becomes a ward.
The window was filled with endless night, and the ward shed desolate moonlight.
The girl slept in such a peaceful and quiet place. Her smart peach eyes were covered under her thick eyelashes, her nose was pretty and her lips were bright red.
"He" went to the bedside and stared quietly.
Just when Xie Dingyuan was almost crazy, he suddenly moved, bent over and approached the red lip bit by bit.
"You can't do this without her consent -"
Xie Dingyuan rebuked coldly, but the man turned a deaf ear.
"You are taking advantage of the danger!"
The scene turned upside down again at the moment when the breath was intertwined and the lips were about to touch.
The next thing you see is
A bed, a quilt, cotton waves rolling.
In the quiet night, there are singing babbling and intermittent tones.
Men's sweat.
Women's anger.
Everything is unspeakable.
Xie Dingyuan suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up from the bed. His back was wet with cold sweat. His cold pajamas were pasted on his body, which made him feel suffocating and dull.
Suddenly, the man's whole body suddenly stiffened. Like hell, he opened his quilt and fled the big bed.
It seems that this can avoid something unacceptable.
The night wind came into the window and brought a few secluded coolness. At the same time, it also brought reason back gradually.
Xie Dingyuan stood by the bed with a half closed window behind him. The curtain feet were light and the moonlight poured down.
Miraculously, it coincides with the window in the dream ward, and even the moonlight is the same bright and cold.
Unfortunately, there are no sleeping girls in the bed, only messy quilts and unbearable... Sheets.
Men take a deep breath to calm the heat and agitation in their bodies.
Then he slammed forward, grabbed the sheet, lifted it off, and threw it into the corner.
A crumpled mass piled up in the corner of the wall and could not be seen by the moonlight.
……
At six in the morning, the biological clock woke up Liu Ma on time.
She got up and washed as usual, then went to the kitchen to cook a small porridge. After the water boiled, she changed the low heat to cook slowly, and spent another ten minutes preparing dishes.
When the kitchen was finished, she wiped her hands and turned to the laundry.
While walking, he kept silent about what to wash today: first, the young master should be changed from head to foot. He was sweating when he played yesterday; Secondly, the guest room should be cleaned today, and the sheets should be changed at the same time; Mr. A's shirt and coat have to be washed separately. He has a penchant for cleanliness and can't be careless at all
When she got to the laundry, Mrs. Liu was almost clear.
Suddenly, she had a meal under her feet.
Early in the morning, why is there a sound in it?!
Won't you be robbed?
She held her breath, approached carefully and put her ear on the door
But the door wasn't closed, it was just open. She opened it with a squeak!
The tall figure standing in front of the drum washing machine suddenly turned to her.
Liu Ma was stunned.
When she saw who the other party was, she just stood there and couldn't move.
It was only a few seconds, but she felt an extremely long time of looking after each other. After the dead silence, Mrs. Liu trembled her lips and looked unbelievable: "... First, sir, why are you here?"
She couldn't help glancing at the washing machine working behind the man.
Do the laundry yourself?
But it shouldn't be
Xie Dingyuan said nothing and left with an unpredictable face.
But if you observe carefully, you will find that the man's pace is not in line with the usual hurry, almost hasty and vaguely flustered.
Liu Ma was confused.
She went over and squatted in front of the washing machine: "what's this washing?"
After half an hour, the washing machine stopped working.
Then she opened the lid and took out the things. "Hmm? Sheets?"
Didn't you just change it?
Why wash again?
And... Two?