When Mo Shichen walked from the study door to the bedroom door, the water in the bathtub was already full. He didn't know whether to take it with him or to close the door tightly when the woman in front of him went in. He stood there for a long time. I didn't hear any movement from inside.
After standing for a minute, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, knocking twice.
No one responded.
He reached out and grabbed the doorknob to turn it open, but stopped when he was about to turn it.
[I said I don’t want to see you wanting to be alone. Do you not understand human language or do you not want me to stay at your house?]
Thinking of her words, a self-deprecating hesitation flashed through his heart. If he went in, would she clamor to leave the manor
At least she's still here.
There is still room for change.
She didn't say she wanted to break up with him either.
However, he then thought, if a woman doesn't coax her, will she figure it out on her own
Although his love history is not rich, he also knows that this possibility is unlikely, unless it is her fault, or both parties are wrong, and obviously...
Another five minutes passed, but there was still no movement inside, and the lights were not turned off, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door again, "Yi'er, I'm coming in."
The silence remains.
"If you don't want to see me and don't want me to come in, just say something."
silent.
After waiting for ten seconds, Mo Shichen unscrewed the doorknob and pushed the door open.
Fortunately, the bedroom door was not locked, but when he walked in, there was only light in the room and no one was there.
The bathroom door is closed and the light is on.
Oh, she went to take a shower.
He curled his lips, with a stronger sense of self-deprecation.
In the bathroom, the hot air is filled with thin white mist. The woman is in the water, and her skin looks even more fair through the hazy water vapor.
She sat in the hot water with her eyes closed and did not move for a long time. The warm water soaked the nerve endings in her body and seemed to relax her tense and rigid nerves a lot.
She sat there for a long time, until the heat gradually dissipated, and then the water went from hot to lukewarm, then lukewarm, and finally almost 20% warm.
Mo Shichen waited patiently for her to come out at first, but after waiting for almost half an hour, he didn't hear any movement inside. He raised his hand several times to look at his watch, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore and knocked on the bathroom door again, "Yi'er, What are you doing in there, you’ve been there too long.”
If he hadn't known that she had indeed entered the bedroom and never left, he would have thought that there was no woman there at all.
"If you don't come out, I'll go in."
The man's voice was very low and the volume was not high, but of course Wen Yi still heard it.
Her eyelids moved, her nerves seemed to be coming alive, and she realized that the water she was soaking in seemed to be getting cold.
She stood up from the bathtub while holding on to the edge of the bathtub, grabbed a towel and wiped the water off her body, then put on her nightgown and nightgown before walking out.
As soon as the door opened, she caught a glimpse of the tall figure standing outside the door before she could even lift her feet.
The man's eyebrows were furrowed and he was looking down at his watch. His expression was unhappy, and the line of his jaw revealed tension that was easy to interpret.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly raised his head and looked at her. His thin lips moved to speak, but no sound came out for a moment. He only lowered his eyes and stared at her face for a moment.
After a while, he said, "Yier."
Her hair is basically dry, only the ends of her hair were accidentally wet. Her face has lost the thin red color that should have been evaporated by the heat. It is very white and deserted. Looking at it makes people feel that her face should be touched. It's cold.
He looked at her, but except for the first glance, she no longer looked at him, let alone spoke to him, and walked directly past him.
Mo Shichen looked at her figure and pursed his thin lips even more. His Adam's apple rolled a few times before he asked hoarsely, "Are you ready to sleep now?"
It was actually still very early now, and it would be an hour or two before she would go to sleep according to her usual time, but she had taken a shower now, and she probably wouldn't want to do anything else.
She kept ignoring him, and he acquiesced that she would not respond to him now, so he said to himself, "Then I will take a shower now, otherwise I will disturb your sleep."
"I don't want to see you," the woman's soft but cool voice sounded in the quiet night. She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, using the glass as a mirror, combing her short hair with her fingers, "and I don't want to follow you either. You sleep, it's so late, the weather is not good now... I'll go next door."
Mo Shichen stared at her, feeling an indescribable lump in his throat.
Is the weather not good at this late hour
Could it be that if it was not late and the weather was good, she would not want to go next door, but simply leave the manor
According to this statement, she plans to leave tomorrow morning and never come back
As soon as this idea passed through his mind, he suddenly lost the ability to think. His pupils suddenly shrank, he took a few steps to her side, grabbed her arm and pulled her. She turned around and asked sharply, "What do you mean?"
She looked at him indifferently and said calmly, "What do you mean? Is it difficult to understand what I said? Just understand it at the most superficial level. It is easy to understand."
The force on the man's fingers suddenly increased, and his voice was stretched to the extreme, "Wen Yi, I told you, you want to break up. This is impossible. Now that you have my child, it is even more impossible."
When he said the second half of the sentence, the roughness in his words had turned into coldness.
There was no emotion on her face, she was still understated and indifferent, "Then I want to sleep next door now, is that okay?"
His strength seemed to be out of control now, causing her bones to ache.
Wen Yi frowned and looked at his gloomy face, "Mo Shichen, you hurt me."
His hand froze and suddenly let go.
Wen Yi looked at him for a few seconds, then quickly looked away, walked to the bed, picked up the mobile phone she had thrown on it, and left the bedroom.
With one person missing, this huge space became obviously deserted.
… …
The next morning, after Wen Yi got up, changed her clothes and went downstairs, Mo Shichen was already waiting in the living room.
Her face was dull, and nothing could be seen at first glance except that she was deserted.
He looked at her silently, his whole temperament much more gloomy than usual.
Breakfast was as usual, and it wasn't until Mo Shichen spoke after eating that they said their first words of the day, "I'll ask the driver to take you to the company."
Usually, Wen Yi is sometimes dropped off by a driver and sometimes drives by himself.
She didn't say yes or no.
But the lack of refusal was probably acquiescence.
He actually wanted to say something about when he planned to take a vacation since she was pregnant - if they had not quarreled and had a cold war, according to his arrangement, he would have let her take a vacation directly, but when he said the words, her intuition would make her even more unhappy.