When Anna woke up, she felt very worried for a moment. She saw that the bed was empty, as if no one had slept in it.
She got up and was just about to call Anushka to ask Karenin, but the bedroom door had already been pushed open.
The morning sun shone in, and the fine golden dust was flying in mid-air.
Her husband, whom she was worried about, was standing by the door, well dressed. After seeing her wake up, he walked slowly towards her.
Anna breathed a sigh of relief.
"When did you come back last night?"
At this moment, her thoughts began to return slowly, and she saw that she was lying on the bed, and Karenin was not wearing yesterday's clothes.
"Did you bring me back? Alexei." Anna asked again.
Karenin went up to his wife, who did not sit on the edge of the bed. Now that he got up, Karenin's rationality is reminding him not to be greedy for the warmth of the bed.
But he still pulled a chair over instead of talking to his wife, the one he loved, with a condescending gaze.
"Anna, when asking questions, as long as it is not a negotiation confrontation, it is best to ask one by one slowly. And I will answer you one by one." He said.
Anna smiled and tilted her head slightly, her curly hair was naturally disheveled because she just woke up. She raised her hand, and the sleeves of the silk pajamas slid down against her fair and tender skin, reaching her elbows, but the person involved suddenly didn't know this lazy beauty, and just stroked the hair from her cheeks to the corner of her mouth .
"Okay, I'm listening."
This vague temptation made Karenin's eyes unconsciously focus on a certain place for a while, but he quickly regained the control of his mind.
"I came back at about twelve o'clock last night. Yes." Karenin answered his wife's question completely, and then he said, "And you, Anna, I asked Vorobyev to tell you not to wait for me. After this There will always be things."
"It won't do you any good if you insist on waiting for me." He said the reason seriously, telling his wife not to do such a thing that doesn't do much good next time, although, as far as he is concerned, it is true that someone waits for him. The tired heart feels at ease. But in general, the actual harm to the health of the wife is always greater than the dispensable spiritual comfort.
However, the wife of a senior official obviously doesn't think so, or her jumping thinking is always easy to go to other places.
"Pajamas?" She bit her lip, her eyes were a little timid, and she glanced at her husband with great certainty.
Even if Karenin could control his expressions and movements with strong reason, his body is always more honest, so even he couldn't stop the blush on his face.
But Karenin really didn't allow himself to escape his shyness by acquiescing. He explained word by word, as calmly as possible: "Anna, I am your husband. Although I don't know women's dresses very well, I know , it has too many restrictions on the body, although there are some improvements in what you wear on weekdays, but in general, from the perspective of comfort, pajamas are more suitable for sleeping."
After he finished speaking, he saw his wife was still looking at him, then lowered her head again, holding the quilt with both hands, her expression was gone. Now he was a little uncertain.
The man couldn't help getting up from the chair, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his right hand, and wanted to touch his wife to make sure she was okay.
But just as the tips of his fingers touched his wife's shoulders, he felt a slight tremor.
The muffled laughter seemed to reach him through his fingers.
He withdrew his hand and turned into some expressionless faces. Because he realized he was being tricked, and Karenin, to be honest, kind of minded that.
It made him look so clumsy. But the next moment, he forgave his wife again.
Like a puppy, his wife crawled out of the quilt, quickly pounced on him, and hugged the side of his neck, her curly black hair gently teased his skin, slightly itchy, and even more so. What's more, it's the familiar aroma, and the skin that's always warm.
"My God, you're so cute, Alexei!" gasped Anna, still smiling.
After Karenin's body stiffened instinctively, he relaxed again.
He raised his hands, and his broad arms gently embraced his wife.
Now, he is tidy and clean, the morning shower washed away his exhaustion, he did not go to the study to deal with any business as usual, but pushed open the door of the bedroom.
Actually it's completely meaningless. When he woke up, he had been looking at his wife's sleeping face for a while, and she was not much more beautiful than usual when she was asleep, and there was no communication, so it stands to reason that he should feel bored. But he just wanted to do it subconsciously. Like a newly grown dragon, it always wants to make sure that its treasure is well kept in the nest.
For this reason, those dragons will breathe fire irritably, and when they are biting their food, they will suddenly flap their huge wings and return to their dragon cave because of this matter, or, simply put those treasures, those eggs, etc. Put it in your own mouth, and take it with you wherever you go to be domineering.
Karenin was not a dragon, nor was he a young man just coming of age.
He has no wings, so there is no flapping those little wings back to the hole. He also doesn't want to spin in circles, that's ugly. His wife was an independent adult, not a baby who could fit right into a suit jacket pocket.
He himself should be like a rational adult, after waking up from alcohol, return to his study neatly dressed, and start his new day with reading.
But no matter how much reason he raised his right foot, he changed direction firmly after a pause, all reason and explanations would be meaningless.
"I'm an adult, Ana, and I'm not cute," he said. Karenin might have thought seriously when he first heard this judgment about him from his wife, but now he understood that these judgments were nothing more than a catharsis from his wife.
"You are," his wife muttered. Karenin didn't need to look at her expression, he knew the way her eyebrows and eyes were curved.
His expression softened where she couldn't see, and his right hand gently stroked his wife's back without any desire. It's just, stroking, conveying some feelings, those, feelings that he usually doesn't like to say from his mouth.
"Did you drink last night?" Anna asked, still not letting go. She felt that she was hanging firmly around Karenin's neck like a flour sack. To be honest, this movement was a bit uncomfortable, but she just didn't want to let go.
"En." Karenin responded, and then said, "You know, sometimes this is unavoidable."
"Ah, of course I understand. You always have a measure of how much you drink." Anna said firmly, without talking about it at all.
"I smelled a little alcohol on the pillow." After she finished speaking, she wrinkled her nose again and carefully sniffed the skin on the side of her husband's neck.
"Have you taken a bath?"
She finally decided to let go of her husband, but she still didn't want to be too far away from him.
Anna raised her right hand and touched Karenin's cheek.
She saw a little blue shadow in his eyes, and felt that his face was a little swollen. Some distressed: "You must have been very tired last night, did you go to bed without even having time to change?"
"I slept for an hour, and then I changed into my pajamas." Karenin replied, and he took his wife's hand, not wanting her to worry.
"I'm fine."
"I asked Anushka to change the bed after you got up. Now, have you decided to get up?"
"You sleep too little." Anna sighed.
Karenin pointed out: "I usually wake up at this time, and a hangover is no excuse for not going to work. Anna."
"Yes, I totally understand that Russia needs you, so I'm not going to tie you to the bed and let you sleep a little longer," she joked.
"I'm going to get up. Before you go to work, I want to accompany you to have breakfast." She lifted the quilt to get up, but was gently stopped by Karenin.
He hasn't gotten up yet, still maintaining a side-sitting posture.
"What's wrong?" Anna asked puzzled. Then she felt her hand being taken by Karenin.
The man lowered his eyebrows and didn't look at her. After a while, the husband said slowly: "I am not so important that the whole of Russia needs me, Anna."
"If you are for this..." Anna smiled and wanted to say something, but Karenin stopped her.
"No, I just want to tell you. I think I need you." As he spoke, the husband raised his head, as if he was half sure, he approached his wife, kissed her, and then walked away, only Leave a dull wife.
Anna crawled under the covers again, letting the silk hug her.
She lowered her head again, this time her shoulders did not shake, and when she raised her head, she only blushed happily.
She felt like a treasure captured by a dragon, and was a little apprehensive at first, since people had told her what terrible creatures dragons were. But she felt that maybe that was not true. Especially, when you really touch the dragon's breath and put your cheeks close to its heart, you will find that its skin may be harder than others, and its temperature is also higher, but In some places, you are no different.
And, to be honest, once you've been embraced by a dragon, surrounded by the warmth of its flames, you'll find that no one else can come into your sight.
It is born tough and possesses extremely powerful strength. People are in awe of it and fear it. Talk about its power, its horror, its destruction, but no one ever touches it.
If Anna had decided to marry Karenin out of some stupid recklessness at the beginning, she knew it in her heart long before she found out.
Even if there is no previous gaze, as long as she and him exist in a world, then Anna will always choose to be close to him. Because falling in love with this man is as natural as breathing.
The author has something to say: Shuimulong: In this marriage, what I like about Anna is that she did not force Karenin to change, but the latter gradually changed for her. I believe that a good marriage feels like getting better and better with each other and becoming a better person in this marriage :)
"Bambi's Love" Small Theater
In summer, Bambi is always bitten by mosquitoes
Anna: [applies potion to son and sighs] You may be too much like me
Little Bambi: [Trying hard not to cry] QVQ that doesn't hurt
Anna: Poor baby [kiss]
Andre: [hands folded and irritated] You should eat less sweets, it is said that mosquitoes like sweets, you are almost turning into a small cake!
Little Bambi: QAQ [Giving up sweets is very painful for him]
Brother Bambi heard it all, and later, with no sweet tooth, he made a rule of three cakes a day for himself.
One night after a week, little Bambi was on the bed.
Brother Bambi: [Pillow in hand] Can't sleep, I want to sleep with you = =
Little Bambi: It’s ok [smiling because I’m used to it] =V=
The next morning, Bambi's younger brother stared at his clean arms and the red spots on little Bambi's body, and frowned.
Brother Bambi: …
Brother Bambi: liar==
Andre sneezed in the distance.