Upon hearing his words, Ivy Miller, who had just closed her eyes, opened them to look at him.
Seeing him taking off his clothes, she gulped, "Uncle... what are you... um, planning to do?"
"For the sake of your health, I’ve decided to join you in some exercise.
It’s a beloved activity enjoyable for everyone."
He said as he finished undressing and slipped into bed.
Ivy Miller shrank back into the corner of the wall, "Uncle, uncle, you can’t be such a rogue, especially so early in the morning..."
"The morning sets the tone for the day, didn’t you say, this is the perfect time to sleep."
"You’re going to be late," she raised her hand to point at the clock on the wall.
"You’ve overslept, your eyes are blurry. It’s only six-twenty, I don’t start work until eight.
We’ll be quick, I promise we won’t be late.
Don’t worry, I’m a principled person."
Henry Sullivan said and began to undo her clothes, leaving Ivy speechless.
Was Henry Sullivan always this kind of person?
In the early morning, this room is filled with laments, indeed.
He was truly relentless, using all seventy-two techniques, leaving her quite worn out.
If she had known, she might as well have gone for a run.
Henry Sullivan saw her looking furious and about to explode, finding it amusing.
At seven-ten, he got dressed again, "You keep sleeping, I’ll go get you some food to leave in the living room. Heat it up and eat whenever you wake up."
Ivy Miller gritted her teeth; seriously, after all that fuss, how could she possibly go back to sleep?
After he left, she buried herself in the blanket, unhappily kicking her legs.
Is this some kind of wretched old society, where people who don’t need to get up early for work wake up at six-something?
This is downright a human torture.
When Henry Sullivan returned, she was sitting on the sofa swiping through orders.
Seeing her disheveled hair and clothes lying on the sofa, he put down the food container.
"Why are you up? Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep? Didn’t you say you’d grow old and be abandoned by me if you didn’t sleep?"
"Uncle, stop with the sarcasm, just go to work already.
I’m really too lazy to reason with you, okay?"
Henry Sullivan smiled with pursed lips, "Then have some breakfast. Only with a full stomach will you have the energy to keep being angry."
She gritted her teeth, "You actually realize I’m angry?"
"Didn’t know before, but now, your face looks as old as it would if you were angry. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
No wonder they say women age when they get angry.
Turns out it’s not a lie at all."
He said as he shook his head and turned to leave.
Ivy Miller reached over to touch her face, quickly getting up to check herself in the mirror.
No way, does Henry Sullivan have vision problems?
She’s not aged; she just hasn’t washed her face, okay?
Besides, after being ’repaired’ this morning, her heart feels weary.
It’s the inner weariness that makes one look old.
She exhaled her displeasure; ah, she’d lose it without Henry Sullivan, that mischievous guy.
A little past nine, the gloomy weather suddenly turned into a heavy storm.
In broad daylight, the sky was as dark as night, making Ivy Miller feel a bit scared as she snuggled into the quilt.
She turned on the lights, browsing Weibo and playing on WeChat.
She thought the rain would eventually stop, but it only got heavier. By eleven-thirty, she saw the news reporting that this rainfall set a new record for the highest two-hour rainfall in forty years.
Just as she was watching, the power suddenly went out.
The room was pitch black, and she was really scared. At that moment, her phone rang.
Seeing it was a call from Henry Sullivan, she quickly answered, "Uncle, I’m a bit scared, can you come back for a bit?"