The wrong love is deep, Luo Shao indulges in indulgence

Yu Muxi packed up her mood and walked into the living room of the villa with the medicine in her hand.

This time, she finally understood why the tone of the entire autumn garden became cold, gray and lifeless.

Or like his state of mind.

Luo Wanfeng sat on the sofa with his head up, holding a book in one hand, and covering his eyes with the other.

An aura of vicissitudes and exhaustion shrouded the whole body.

Yu Muxi walked to him and sat down, her eyes shifted to the book in his hand, "To Live".

He had seen it several times four years ago, and still took it out to read?

Yu Muxi put the medicine on the coffee table, and saw a bowl of half-drinked nutritious porridge on the coffee table.

The movement she made did not disturb Luo Wanfeng at all, she said gently, "I brought back the medicine for you, if you have eaten breakfast, you can take some medicine."

Luo Wanfeng was silent.

Yu Muxi went to the bar and poured a cup of warm water on the tea table. She looked at the doctor's order, and then took out the corresponding pills from the box.

She took the book out of Luo Wanfeng's hand, gently pushed his hand away, and put the medicine in his palm.

Luo Wanfeng's body froze slightly.

Putting down the arm over the eyes, straightening up the body, looking at Yu Muxi with cold and indifferent eyes.

Yu Muxi's eyes were still wet from crying outside the door.

His eyes moved to the pill in his palm, and he asked, "Did you miss your husband and child?"

Yu Muxi lowered her head, avoiding Luo Wanfeng's direct gaze, feeling sore that she wanted to cry again.

She misses her son, but is worried about Luo Wanfeng's body.

Luo Wanfeng swallowed the medicine, took a sip of water, and put the cup on the coffee table.

He leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head, and stared at her quietly.

She was thinking about something, and she was absorbed in it.

He was looking at her, fascinated.

Time goes by every minute and every second, and there is a warm feeling of quiet time.

The whole living room became warm, and the gentle breeze blowing in from the window caressed the sadness brought by reality, making people calm.

At this time, Yu Muxi's cell phone rang.

Yu Muxi took out her mobile phone from her pocket and looked at the caller ID: Xiaoxing.

She stood up nervously, walked out the door with her mobile phone in her hand, and eagerly connected, lowering her voice so that no one could hear her.

Luo Xingchen urged her to go home again, with the same concern and miss.

A few minutes later, Yu Muxi cut off the call, and when she returned to the living room, Luo Wanfeng was no longer there, she was standing in the middle of the living room, her heart was in a mess.

Three in the morning at night.

The light in Luo Wanfeng's room was still on.

Insomnia, stomach pain unbearable, he took sleeping pills, and painkillers.

The double mental and physical torture made him struggle on the verge of collapse, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his fists clenched, and his body covered in sweat.

He fought back the pain.

Every minute and every second passed by incomparably long.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Luo Wanfeng slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

There was no one else in Qiuyuan, and the person who knocked on the door at three o'clock in the morning was probably Yu Muxi who slept next door.

Luo Wanfeng lifted the quilt and got out of bed, biting his back teeth and enduring the stomachache, walked over to open the door.

Yu Muxi was wearing casual and conservative pajamas, standing outside the door with a book in her hand, looking up at him, her eyes full of autumn water.

"What's the matter?" Luo Wanfeng asked coldly.

Yu Muxi clutched the thick book nervously, her heart beat faster, her face was slightly hot, she was so shy that she didn't know how to speak.

She heard Ah Qian talk about his illness during the day, and she never felt comfortable.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, I went out to check and found that the light in his room was still on.

At two o'clock and three o'clock, she got up to check several times, and the light from his room never went out.

She knew that Luo Wanfeng had suffered from insomnia again.

Luo Wanfeng saw that she had been silent, her face darkened, and she wanted to close the door without any warmth, Yu Muxi stretched out her hand to support his door.

"I...I can't sleep." Yu Muxi said nervously.

She was actually very tired and wanted to sleep, but she was just worried that Luo Wanfeng would suffer from insomnia.

Because I once had a dark time, I know that depression and insomnia at night are very painful tortures.

Luo Wanfeng frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "You couldn't sleep at three o'clock in the morning, so you came to your ex-boyfriend's room to ask for comfort?"

This made Yu Muxi blush with embarrassment.

Luo Wanfeng asked sarcastically, "Does your husband know?"

Yu Muxi was very embarrassed to be asked, but she didn't know how to answer him.

But she wasn't worried that Luo Wanfeng would do anything wrong to her.

Because she knew that Luo Wanfeng's three views were upright, his moral bottom line was strong, and he hated mistresses the most. He didn't want others to be mistresses, and he didn't want to be mistresses himself.

Yu Muxi raised the book in her hand, "I want to read to you, can I?"

"You can't sleep, you want to read to me?" Luo Wanfeng was full of doubts.

Regardless of his wishes, Yu Muxi put both hands on his chest and pushed him in.

Luo Wanfeng was pushed back by her, and she directly pushed him to sit on the bed. At that moment, his heart was inexplicably nervous, and he even felt a sense of guilt and anticipation.

Yu Muxi took the remote control and adjusted the light to a warm and comfortable darkness.

"Lie down, I'll read to you."

Luo Wanfeng's eyes were cold and contemptuous, and he said word by word, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Yu Muxi knew Luo Wanfeng's character too well, she understood this sentence, "I didn't intend to seduce you, I really just couldn't sleep and wanted to read to you."

Luo Wanfeng, "..."

Yu Muxi pushed him to lie down on his shoulders, covered him with a quilt, looked around the room, but couldn't find a stool, so she had to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Close your eyes, I'll read you a philosophy book, it's boring, just listen and don't think." Yu Muxi's tone was soft and light, falling into his ears like a feather.

Luo Wanfeng's expression became more serious, but his mood was extremely complicated. He never dreamed that Yu Muxi would not be able to sleep at night, and would come to his room to read to him.

Is this to coax him to sleep, or to coax her to sleep?

"Close your eyes." Yu Muxi lifted his eyelids.

Her soft hands carried a hint of fragrance, rushing into Luo Wanfeng's breath, his heart beat faster, disturbed by her tenderness.

Yu Muxi flipped a page casually, her tone was extremely gentle and light, and she read the book at a leisurely pace.

The long and boring esoteric sentences contained meanings that were completely incomprehensible without thinking. Yu Muxi struggled to hold her heavy eyelids and insisted on reading every word.

The voice like the sounds of nature hit Luo Wanfeng's heart directly, warming him and healing him.As far as he can remember, his parents never read him a story by his bedside.

The woman's voice was like magic, with the magical power of pain relief, which relieved his stomachache and made him sleepy.

He was reluctant to fall asleep without hearing her voice and feeling her company, but he still fell asleep slowly.

Yu Muxi read for about an hour, but couldn't hold it any longer, her back hurt, her eyes were heavy, she slowly lay beside him with the book in her arms.

Dimly looking at the blurred characters, I continued to read without strength.

Word by word is slower than word by word.

A word is heavier than a word.

Finally fell into a deep sleep.