There was a low voice in his ears, Zhuang Xiaoyu opened his eyes, and saw Qin Wuyan sitting on the side of the bed, calling his name nervously, seeing her wake up, the eyes fixed on her Not only did he not relax in the slightest, but he was tense.

"Xiao Yu, what did you dream about?" Qin Wuyan stretched out his finger and shook it in front of her, asking uneasily.

"I don't remember." Zhuang Xiaoyu shook her head, raised her hand to wipe it, but found that her face was full of tears, she sat up with her arms propped up, and raised her hand to cover her heart: "It's so uncomfortable, I don't know why."

Qin Wuyan wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, coaxing her softly, the thin calluses on the man's fingers made her face a little painful, Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed his hand, stared at the She looked at it with her fingers for a while, her eyes gradually became sad and dull, she pushed him away, put on her clothes and went to the ear room to wash her face...

At night, Qin Wuyan continued to stay here as usual.

In the dark bedroom, there was a slight fiery red light, and there was a slight sound from time to time in the charcoal basin. Tonight, Zhuang Xiaoyu was quieter than ever before, obediently lying on his side beside Qin Wuyan, and soon Fell asleep.

Listening to the even breathing around her, Qin Wuyan sighed, stretched his fingers under the quilt, and took her hand.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's thick butterfly-winged eyelashes trembled, turned over, pulled his wrist out of Qin Wuyan's palm, and pillowed it under his cheek.

Qin Wuyan had no choice but to tuck in the quilt, leaned closer, and hugged her in his arms......

The night was quiet and the wind was howling.

The woman who was sleeping suddenly opened her eyes, lifted the quilt covering her body, grabbed the scissors hidden in the pillow, and stabbed at the person next to the pillow.

Qin Wuyan has always been a light sleeper, and he woke up when Zhuang Xiaoyu moved, just thinking that all the things that could stab people in this bedroom have already been hidden by him, so that there will be no danger of his life, and he has scruples Concerned about Zhuang Xiaoyu's safety, she was afraid that she would move her fetus, so the action was delayed for a moment.

Never thought that Zhuang Xiaoyu would secretly hide the scissors in the pillow.

When the sharp knife stabbed towards Qin Wuyan, Qin Wuyan's body flexibly rolled half a circle on the bed, avoiding the point of the knife.

The scissors in Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand turned around, and the tip of the knife turned towards his belly.

Qin Wuyan was in a hurry, afraid that she would hurt herself and the child unconsciously, without even thinking about it, she reached out and put her hand on her belly, "Don't hurt yourself and the child."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, the scissors in her hand trembled, Qin Wuyan's arm came across, she was about to avoid it, but the tip of the scissors accidentally slid across the man's arm, leaving a thin and long wound .

Qin Wuyan didn't seem to feel any pain at all, he was only worried that Zhuang Xiaoyu would hurt him, he didn't even frown, his body quickly spun up, and he pinched Zhuang Xiaoyu's wrist with lightning speed. Zhuang Xiaoyu almost cried out in pain, the scissors fell on the quilt, and her body fell limply into Qin Wuyan's arms.

Qin Wuyan supported Zhuang Xiaoyu in time, stroked her back as usual, put her down, and patted her lightly: "Xiaoyu, it's okay, it's okay, go to bed quickly."

The man picked up the scissors on the quilt, pressed them under his pillow, hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu, whispered her name softly, and kissed her lightly, the delicate kisses spread from behind the ears to the back. neck, patiently comforting her restlessness.