C89

If I fall asleep, I won't wake up

I buried my head in Mu Huainan's embrace, listening to his heartbeat. Never had I felt so uncertain like this before.

I don't understand what that means.

I frowned, not understanding. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that you won't believe me and that you'll leave me."

I started.

She buried her head in his arms again. "I'm also afraid that you'll lie to me."

Mu Huainan suddenly laughed.

"An'an."

"Uncle Huainan."

I spoke to him almost at the same time, and I think I knew what he was trying to say, or perhaps he was trying to help me answer the questions that had been accumulating in my mind for a long time, the secrets he had kept from me, my suspicions, my disappointment.

Although he likes to lie, he will keep his promises. I believe that.

He promised me that he would tell me all the facts.

Even though I really want to know everything, right now …

I was more worried about his health.

Mu Huainan's face had always been pale white, his breathing was weak, and just as he was about to speak, I interrupted him.

"Uncle Huainan, can I help you get in there to rest?"

He looked at me, his eyes dark, as if he wanted to swallow me.

I looked down, my face hot again.

Damn it, this fellow is already so sick, and he still wants to bully me.

After a long time, his hot breath made my ears turn red, I was finally willing to give up.

Stay away from me, then give a little "Mmm."

As I supported him, although Mu Huainan looked tall and big, to his surprise, he actually didn't weigh too much.

Even though he was almost completely on top of me, I still thought I could take it.

He must have been sick for a long time.

Thinking about this, I felt dull pain in my heart.

Mu Huainan's room is on the second floor, so he basically has to sleep in my room, so it's not convenient for him to go up now, so he just helped me into my room.

I was going to go up to his room on the second floor, but just as I was settling him in and covering him with the quilt, the bedside light went out, and I turned to go.

In the darkness I groped for the light at the door and was about to go out when I heard him talking.

It was still as dark as sandpaper.

"An'an."

I stopped and turned around. I couldn't see his face, except for the darkness.

"Don't go, okay?"

My heart sank.

"I can only sleep with you in my arms."

He was a little pitiful, and his voice was a little shaky. I can't bear to go.

As he hesitated, he heard his low and heavy cough.

… ….

"Rest in peace!"

… ….

"Come here."

… ….

I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, and listening to him like that, I thought he was pitiful.

Unable to bear it any longer, he took two more steps back, and coughed at the perfect time.

… ….

This fellow's entire body was filled with drama.

"Would you like some water?" I asked him. After all, he was coughing so badly.

"I want you."

Damn it... I should have let him die of illness!

To be able to bully me, it means that there is no problem!

I snorted in anger and turned around to head for the door once more. I swore that I wouldn't bother with him anymore! That fellow, there was no truth in his mouth at all!

This time, I directly walked out. I didn't give him a chance to call my name, nor did I give myself a chance to soften my heart and be bullied by him again.

The door closed, and in the dim light of the corridor, I looked down at my own reflection.

I took a breath and went into the living room.

On the table were the dishes that hadn't been cleaned yet. I picked them up and went to the kitchen to wash them, then put them in the dishwasher. I saw the machine creak and tried to remember the last time I had washed the dishes, but it seemed like a long, long time ago.

It was so long I couldn't remember.

As long as Mu Huainan is around, he never let me do this. If he went abroad, I would also ask the nanny to come every three days. Basically, I would stack the bowls and chopsticks together, waiting for the nanny to come and clean up every three days.

Unwittingly, I was spoiled by Mu Huainan to this point where I didn't know how to do anything.

"Ding!"

After the dishwasher was done, I finally snapped out of my daze.

After tidying up the kitchen, I didn't feel sleepy. After all, I had been asleep for a day and a night. I went into the living room and turned on the TV again.

That night, I watched the video again and again. I wanted to know more about my sister.

After looking at it for who knows how long and repeating it countless times, I finally lost consciousness and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Bewildered, he opened his eyes and saw a thermal insulation bowl on the table in front of him.

Strange... I cleaned up the table last night.

Suspiciously, he opened the thermal insulation bowl and saw a layer of steamed buns still warm inside. The lower layer was filled with white porridge. Even when he opened it, there was still steam coming out of it.

Needless to say, this was definitely done by Mu Huainan.

[This fellow is really spirited. Last night, he was going to die. After an entire night, his mental state is still as good as ever?] You can still get up early and make me breakfast.

His stomach wasn't hungry, but it was a bit of a waste for him not to eat. After taking a few bites of it, he got up and went to my bedroom.

No one.

There was no one in the kitchen.

Did he go out? The house was so quiet that there was no sign of him on the first floor.

I went up the stairs to the second floor and saw that the door to his study was ajar. He pushed the door open and entered.

As expected... This guy who didn't care for his life, had a heart attack last night and got up early to work again!

I didn't feel any anger coming up from my stomach as I angrily walked over and stood in front of Mu Huainan's desk with my hands on my hips.

He heard the noise and slowly raised his head to look at me, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"Have you finished the porridge on the table?" He looked much better than he had the night before, but his face was still pale.

"What time did you get up?" I asked him.

"A little before you." He put down the information in his hand and waved at me. "Come here."

Who wants to listen to him!?

Without moving, she still stuck her waist in and asked him: "How much earlier is it than me?! Seven? Eight o'clock? Or nine? "

Mu Huainan's eyes were tender and gentle as he smiled, "Six o'clock."

Six o'clock... As if this fellow hadn't slept for long! I know he's cruel, but I didn't expect him to be so cruel to himself!

I was so angry I could barely speak.

"Did you have breakfast?"

I asked him again, but since he had made breakfast for me, I thought I might as well eat it myself.

He had never expected that the fellow who did not care about his body... He actually shook his head innocently.

I was almost paralyzed by him.

"You madman!"

I swept through the contracts in front of him and couldn't wait to tear them all up. They were all like this, causing Mu Huainan to become sick.

But I also understand, just randomly tearing a piece of paper is a big deal that I can't afford to sell.

Annoyed, I turned and walked out of the house.

Not to go, but to bring the warm porridge downstairs.

When I walked in again, I saw that Mu Huainan was still holding onto the pieces of paper.

"Are you still looking!?" If you keep on looking at me, I won't even care about your exhaustion anymore! "

Like a frightened child, he suddenly put down the documents in his hands and smiled at me. "I'm not going to look. Don't be angry."

Acting cute was shameful! It was especially so for such a handsome man who started acting cute …

I don't have a nosebleed, which is probably my last act of self-respect.

"Drink the porridge." I placed the thermal container on the table, and took out the remaining half a bowl of porridge, and handed it over to Mu Huainan. "Hurry."

He didn't move, but looked up at me.

"Then come here."

Are you trying to negotiate with me?

Although I was reluctant, but since he was a patient, I didn't want to take him seriously for the time being.

He walked over with a feigned calmness. He turned in his chair and patted me on the thigh.

"Sit here."

I wanted to ask if the man had ever heard of the word "face on the nose."

I didn't move. I stared at him and said, "Drink it."

"I won't drink if you don't sit over here."

… ….

As expected, bargaining was a merchant's conditioned reflex.

Forget it, since he's a patient, I'll endure it …

Listening to him, I walked over and sat on his lap, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

Suddenly, my waist is gripped by a brute force. I was in his embrace, so I didn't want to use too much strength, but at the same time, I had to use too much force.

"I'll make you uncomfortable." I frowned, trying to struggle.

But he didn't let go.

"Who told you to run so fast last night. Bullying me because I'm sick and can't catch you, today I won't let you go."

"What a madman!"

Mu Huainan pursed his lips, with a bit of a smile on his face, he pointed at the porridge on the table and continued hugging me.

"Feed me."

I frowned. "No, you drink by yourself."

"No, drink or not." He still said the same thing.

I was completely defeated by him.

Helpless, I could only obediently carry the bowl of rice porridge. "Let go of me. If you continue to hug me like this, how will I feed you?"

He let me go.

I turned and sat sideways on his lap. I scooped up a spoonful of porridge and pressed it between my lips. I still felt warm, so I brought it to his lips.

He finished it in one gulp and enjoyed himself with squinted eyes.

"You have to eat breakfast on time." As I fed, I complained, "Since you already know to prepare it for me, why don't you eat it yourself?"

"I'm not hungry." His mouth was full.

"In the future, even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat."

"Yes."

After the porridge was finished, I asked him, "Have you eaten the medicine?"

He shook his head again.

"Did you take that medicine when you were sick, or did you take it on time?"

I don't know what his medicine is for.

In the end, Mu Huainan did not know either.

He shook his head, driving me mad.

"If you continue like this, you'll never wake up again if you fall asleep one day!" I said angrily, "Why do you not know how to appreciate your body?!"

He still looked as if he didn't care, his head on my back, breathing in the warmth of his breath.

He called me vaguely, "Anthea."

"No!" I was angry.

"In the future, you must sleep by my side. If I can't wake up and feel your body temperature, I'll die with no regrets."

When I heard him say that about me, I felt a surge of anger in my stomach. I stood up and turned around to see that he was stunned because he didn't have time to react, so I angrily said, "You can die anywhere, but don't die by my side! I find it unlucky! "

After saying that, I took the bowl of porridge and left. I walked down the stairs so quickly that I didn't even close the door for him.

Along the way, whenever I thought of what he had said, I felt as if my heart had suddenly been stuffed into a ball of cotton wool.

He was determined. Why was this guy so selfish? Did he never consider the feelings of others?

If one day I was carried to sleep and woke up the next day feeling cold and unable to wake up...

Just the thought of it sent chills down my spine, and my hands shook and fell in a shower, and the bowls and spoons and the like tumbled down the stairs and shattered to the floor.

I watched in a daze, not moving, feeling footsteps behind me, coming down and standing beside me.

He held my hand anxiously, turning it over and over in front of his face, and through the fine fingers I could see the frown between his brows, and the anxiety in his eyes.

"Are you hurt?"

I didn't answer, but looked up at him.

"Uncle Huainan." I called to him.

"How would you feel if I slept beside you and fell asleep and died?"

I saw his face darken.