"Hu!" I sat up in bed with a start, the sheets wet with sweat.

Not me. I didn't do it.

I murmured.

A pair of hands pulled me to the side.

"Sleep."

I raised my head in astonishment. What met my eyes was a slow and deep look.

"Slow it down? Didn't you go to work at the company? "

It was probably due to my stupefied look that he suddenly laughed, "It's only 3 in the morning and you want me to work twenty-four hours a day for your husband?"

The gentle smile on my face in reality is very warm, but I don't know why, but I can't help but reconnect this gentle man in front of me with the man in my dreams.

In the end, the trust and love I felt for the gentleness overcame the small amount of fear in my heart. I reached out and embraced the gentleness, hiding myself in his embrace, my face on his warm chest, where the heart of the gentleness was closest.

"Slow down, I was sitting in a nightmare just now. It was about you." My voice was low, and there was a strong sense of oppression in my chest.

It wouldn't dissipate.

The scene in the dream was so real that I couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream.

"About me?" Did I, a hero, save you from the hands of a villain? " To think that I would still be in the mood to joke after being so gentle, I felt a little disappointed in my heart.

I was so scared, but he was actually joking. Was he so gentle as to love me or not?

If it wasn't for his hands constantly patting me on the back, I wouldn't want to continue staying in his embrace.

"No, I dreamt that you killed me with your own hands. If you don't believe me, you would rather believe others than me." I shook my head and spoke gloomily.

The hand that was slowly patting my back was half a beat too slow. Perhaps, it was my words that frightened him as well?

I think.

"Lin Xiang, trust me with all your heart. The reason you had such a dream was because you didn't believe me and believed in my feelings for you."

Believe in my feelings for you? However, even if you truly do have feelings for me, when compared to Zhang Mancha, your feelings for me are insignificant. No matter what I do, it won't exceed Zhang Mancha's position in your heart.

Qin Qin Qin told me about the matter between you and Zhang Mancha. Once, Zhang Mancha went missing, and you spent an entire day and night searching for him, neither eating nor drinking, and it was you who relied on your intuition to find Zhang Mancha.

But I'm missing, and the police told me in the end. Where do you think I'll get the confidence to fight against Zhang Mancha?

I don't even have the slightest bit of courage.

"Slow down, can you promise me one thing?" I looked up at him slowly, a trace of anticipation in my eyes.

"One thing? "What is it?" My gentle hands pull me out from behind the blanket and I met their gaze. At that instant, I felt a little guilty and subconsciously, I wanted to shift my gaze away.

"Nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

How can I say it? What I say will probably be so gentle that I won't believe you anymore, right?

"No more?" I knew it would be suspicious to be slow, but I could only firmly nod to show that there really was nothing.

"If there's nothing else, then hurry up and sleep."

"Yes."

Everything calmed down once again. When I opened my eyes once again, I was still sitting on my bed, holding onto an unknown document. I was completely focused on reading it.

The light from outside the window shone on his face, making him seem even more attractive.

A serious man is the prettiest.

It's just that today's delay is rare for him to not go to the company. No, that's not right. Yesterday, he was always at home with me.

"Slow down, is the company alright these two days?" I only had to stretch out my arm before the cold in the room brought me back under the covers.

He actually didn't turn on the air conditioner?

So cold.

"Yes." There was no stage with the head of the platform, but once he replied, he turned his attention back to the document.

"When did you get up?" I lay also bored, watching the slow and serious work, I do not know why, suddenly had some bad thoughts.

"Five twenty."

Five twenty?

I looked at the clock on the bed. It was already ten o'clock. I woke up at three o'clock. I slept for another two hours before waking up again?

When I think about it, every time I get up I'm not there, and every time I get up late.

The first time was when I woke up at 6 am, but it was a little more than 5 am. He usually packed up quickly, so it was no wonder that he was in front of me every time.

No wonder I never saw him.

Slow down suddenly put the file aside and looked at my face. I blinked at Slow down.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly looking at me gave me a little bit of pressure.

"Are you hungry?"

Hungry?

I wanted to say that I wasn't hungry, but my stomach made a sound that would make people blush. I shrank back into my blanket again.

How shameful, this disappointing stomach of mine didn't scream earlier or later, but chose this time to cry out.

I slapped my stomach hard.

"You hit yourself, don't you feel any pain? The wound on my hand is not completely healed. " Grabbing my small, evil hand gently, I shake my head.

"Lie properly on the bed for now. I'll go get you some congee. It's good for your health to have some soft and gentle food when you've just woken up."

Under my dreamy expression, I slowly walked out.

I pat my cheeks, subconsciously ignoring the pain from my palm.

Am I dreaming? You were talking to me gently just now, weren't you?

I curled myself into a ball.

He only returned to his original state when there was another noise at the door.

He must not be too weak in terms of momentum.

"Wash your face and brush your teeth?" He came in slowly with the porridge and said something to me.

"I'll go now." As I spoke to get out of bed, I felt something was wrong.

Why don't I seem to be wearing any clothes?

I haven't had time to undress since I passed out, I remember.

Can't I just slow it down?

I looked at him suspiciously and didn't continue to move.

"No more washing?" Slow down suddenly asked.

"No more washing." I shook my head violently.

It was even more embarrassing to say such things out loud.

He gently placed the porridge to the side and moved the documents on the bed. He then pulled out a small table from somewhere and placed it on the bed.

"Do you want to eat while sitting up, or do you want me to feed you while you're lying down?"

Me:

Lying down to feed me wasn't good, sitting up to eat wasn't good either. My body was naked, how could I just sit up to eat?

And now that it's broad daylight, it's even more impossible for me

I struggled with my thoughts for a long time before slowly looking to the side. "You go out first. I will immediately get up and pack up my food."

"Why should I go out?" She seemed to be slightly taken aback.

However, I still caught the hint of a smile in the corner of my eyes.

The gentleness must have been intentional. I felt both ashamed and annoyed at the same time.

"I don't care. You can leave now." I stared at her gently and tightly held the blanket by my side with both hands. Thinking of how I would slip into her embrace at night, my face reddened uncontrollably.

"Alright, I'll go out." She looked at me with a gentle smile, then turned around and walked out.

But all I had to do was turn around and smile at me as I slowly stepped out the door.

Clenching his fists tightly, it took him a long time to recover from the bashfulness in his heart.

Afraid of coming in slowly, and because the air conditioner was not on, the room was a little cold, so I put on the quilt and got out of bed.

He ran as fast as he could to the door and locked it from the inside.

With this, he shouldn't be able to enter, right?

I looked at the door, a little pleased with myself.

I hurriedly went to the wardrobe to find my pajamas. After putting them on a few times, my heart finally settled down.

After not brushing my teeth for a long time, the taste in my mouth is weird. I swallow my saliva.

He actually didn't want to vomit when facing such a being like this? So you can talk to me for so long?

Suddenly, I was impressed.