Didn’t see that coming?
Gu Nuan squinted and slowly stretched her head out from under the comforter, looking backwards to see him lying naked on the bed.
It was hot, and the room had no air conditioning on, just the windows and door opened for airflow. He simply slept in his briefs, tossing his robe directly onto the floor.
The coarseness of men that Gu Nuan’s mother often talked about was something she now undeniably experienced firsthand.
It was apparent that in the past, Wa Zicong had always acted exceptionally well in front of her, never letting her realize these shortcomings of men.
The room was pitch-black, with only his chest heaving visibly, several pieces of muscle rising and falling like little hills.
Perhaps he was itching from a mosquito bite, he scratched his arm with one hand a few times, and then murmured, "So hot—"
Gu Nuan wordlessly face-palmed.
She was taking care of a little brat.
She got out of bed, found a fan in the room, switched it on, and directed the breeze towards him.
With the fan on, he felt comfortable, and then, to Gu Nuan’s disbelief, he crossed the ’demilitarized zone,’ stretching out an arm and a leg, invading her side of the bed and finding the most comfortable position to snore away.
He wasn’t wrong; with his large frame, this 1.5-meter-wide bed could at most be considered just enough to accommodate him.
Having no choice, Gu Nuan picked up her clothes intending to drape them over herself for the night, and walked back to the living room to sleep on the sofa.
Alone, she was bound to sleep better. Gu Nuan drifted off on the Italian leather sofa. At some unknown moment, she suddenly heard a cry for help coming from the room.
She immediately opened her eyes alertly.
Knowing that the security measures in the house were excellent and that it was impossible for a thief to get in, Gu Nuan got up and hurried to the bedroom door.
She saw him on the bed seemingly having a nightmare, his body curled up as if trembling slightly, right hand clutching the headboard, eyes shut, shouting, "Don’t go, don’t go—"
Worried that he was having a night terror, as the sweat exuding from his entire body was like a tide and he looked like he might pass out at any moment, she quickly went to get a towel from the bathroom and wiped the sweat from his face.
At the same time, she placed a comforting hand on his forehead, whispering softly, "It’s okay, I’m here—"
At that moment, his other hand suddenly grabbed hers.
Gu Nuan wasn’t startled at all, simply letting him hold her hand. Her other hand continued to wipe his sweat with the towel.
Gradually, the scorching temperature from his body began to drop significantly, reducing his sweat and calming his agitated emotions.
When Xiao Yebai woke up from his night’s sleep, he vaguely opened his eyes to see a figure passing by.
That slender figure, like a tender green bamboo shoot, elegantly and gracefully carried an infinitesimal grace.
It kindled a warmth in his heart.
As his eyes fully opened, he realized she had already left the room.
Feeling something on his forehead, he reached up to grab it and pulled down a towel. Thus, some vague memories of last night began to emerge in his mind.
Did he have a night terror last night?
Because of some psychological trauma caused by accidents in his childhood, sometimes he would uncontrollably have nightmares. Each time, it felt as real as facing death. Last night, being able to get through the ordeal of the nightmare so quickly was thanks to her, wasn’t it? Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Gu Nuan was in the kitchen making breakfast, while stealthily yawning.