地震时怎样保护自己

Editor: Atlas Studios

Qin Zhiyou’s voice echoed in her ears, sounding especially clear in the quiet dark room.

“I…” She instinctively wanted to explain, but the words got stuck in her mouth.

He was right; she was indeed in need of money. Even if Qin Zhiyou wasn’t so close now, she might take the opportunity to sleep with him for some extra cash.

Considering this, she composed herself. She couldn’t force a smile, but her voice became warmer, “Zhiyou, we’re husband and wife. Even if you really don’t give me money, I won’t reject you. Of course, as we discussed yesterday, if you want to later, then I could receive…”

Before she could finish, a shadow fell across Qin Zhiyou’s eyes. Under the dim bedside lamp, his gaze seemed sharper. Lu Weixi felt a bit nervous. Her face still wore a peaceful expression, but her body wished to retreat. Just as she was about to say something, Qin Zhiyou’s eyelashes drooped, hiding his true emotions. He then let out a heavy huff: “But I don’t want to.”

Having said this, Qin Zhiyou pushed her aside, turned over, and got back to his place. Then he forcefully pulled the blanket, taking most of it with him, “Sleep!”

That’s it? Lu Weixi was a bit taken aback by this dismissal. In their five years of marriage, although Qin Zhiyou didn’t spend many nights at home and sometimes worked in his study all night, he never left her alone in bed unless it was her time of the month.

Although she was surprised and indeed needed money, as long as her mother’s medical expenses were assured, everything else was a minor issue. She could slowly repay the money she borrowed from Xue Feifei. After all, next month he would come back on time for the night, and that would be enough.

With these thoughts, Lu Weixi felt much lighter. As the blanket was taken, she curled up carefully, holding onto a corner of it, trying to fall asleep.

Maybe she hadn’t slept enough last night, or perhaps it was because of everything that had happened today, or perhaps because of the tension when facing Qin Zhiyou earlier, Lu Weixi, once she lay down, unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Half past three in the early morning.

The old golden wall clock was ticking, first it was Lu Weixi who couldn’t sleep, but now it was Qin Zhiyou who was tossing and turning.

With a turn, Qin Zhiyou’s nose touched Lu Weixi’s. He furrowed his brows and noticed that Lu Weixi, who originally curled up at the foot of the bed, probably because of the cold and not enough blankets, had gradually moved towards the center of the big bed. Her soft body found the source of warmth and moved closer to him, pressing against his chest. Like a little animal, she rubbed her head against his arm, found the most comfortable position, and then fell into a peaceful sleep.

Qin Zhiyou looked down, staring at the top of her head, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his eyes obscure. He looked for quite a while, his fingers clenched and then relaxed. Finally, he furrowed his brows and pushed her aside with a jerk.

Lu Weixi, half asleep and half awake, saw Qin Zhiyou hurriedly putting on his slippers, as if preparing to go out for something important. She tried to raise her head, her voice hoarse, asking in confusion, “Are you awake?”

Qin Zhiyou paused, looked back at her relieved yet dazed expression, his eyes hardened, and then with a sense of disgruntlement lifted the blanket and got back in.