People born in the 80s became relocated households

The person in his arms tightly grasped his sleeve. He hesitated a little and picked up the phone on the table to call Aunt Lan. He thought, it's so late, will Aunt Lan come? It's freezing outside, and she was a little speechless to come in the wind and snow.

He gritted his teeth, put her down, stood up and took out a sanitary napkin from the bag. He really didn't know how to use it, so he looked carefully at the instructions and saw that one of the packages was a pull-on version of the Night Pant. He immediately opened it and took out a pair of soft cotton pull-on pants.

He went into the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner, adjusted the temperature, found an eye mask in the suitcase, walked to her side, helped her take off her shoes, put on the eye mask, squatted down and groped with his hands, reached into her clothes to find the zipper on her upper body, the buttons were quickly unbuttoned, the two pairs of pants were quickly taken off and placed on the ground, and then the innermost and most intimate underwear was also taken off.

He could smell a warm smell of blood. He took out the soft cotton pull-up pants, stretched them twice, and started to pull them up from her ankles. Although he was nervous, his movements were very quick. When he pulled them up, he still touched her skin. Her skin was smooth and soft, and he felt numb and tingling. His whole body was tense. He felt uncomfortable and felt inexplicably disgusting and perverted.

He was doubtful, but also hopeful. When she woke up, would she think he was taking advantage of her? He thought he really didn't mean it. He half-carried her up and helped her put on her pull-up pants. He took off the blindfold and saw the clothes piled on the ground, which were stained with blood. He went to the bathroom to get a towel and used warm water to wipe the marks on her legs. After that, he took off her down jacket, carried her sideways, went into the bedroom, covered her with the quilt, and took out an adult fever-reducing patch. He bent down and put it on her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Since you refuse to take the medicine, try this Chinese medicine fever-reducing patch first. If the fever still doesn't go down at night, I'll take you to the hospital."

She moved in a daze, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't say anything.

He walked out of the room and saw the dirty clothes on the floor. The part of the down jacket on the sofa that covered her butt was also dirty. Fortunately, the sofa was clean, as it was all blocked by the down jacket. He reached into the big pocket of her down jacket and took out the things inside, including a notebook and a cell phone. He picked up all the dirty clothes and put them in the basin in the bathroom, and then washed them one by one by hand.

Down jackets are not easy to wash, so he rubbed them by hand the whole time. He washed them for a long time, and helped her air dry them after washing. After finishing these, he went into the bedroom and took a look at her. She had fallen asleep. He took her temperature again, and there was no change. He boiled some hot water, wiped her face, and then wiped her feet. Her feet were white, tender and slender. He compared them with his hands to feel what size shoes she wore. He wanted to laugh, so he took off his socks and washed them. After washing, he heard a "beeping" sound from her mobile phone on the sofa. It was so late, who would send a text message? He glanced at it and the screen showed: "Wife, I miss you very much. Don't ignore me. Let's not get divorced, okay?"

He was suddenly shocked. Were they not happy? She wanted to divorce him. He stood by the window and pondered. He had many questions in his mind, but he could do nothing.

He went into the bedroom and found his pajamas for her to put on, then he sat beside her with peace of mind, looking at her quiet face and beautiful eyes. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she smiled. The sound of her balanced breathing lingered in front of his eyes, and he smelled the fragrance of her hair. He suddenly wanted to hug her and tell her that she was always in his heart, but his reason told him that he couldn't do that. He just sat beside her and she looked at him silently. Late at night, he saw that her forehead was sweating, so he brought her hot water, wiped her with a towel, and changed her fever patch. She cried out for thirst again, so he poured her warm water and asked her to drink it. After drinking a glass of water, her fever went down in the second half of the night. He looked at the normal temperature on the thermometer and finally felt relieved.

The fever subsided and she curled up in the quilt, but suddenly she felt cold again. He hesitated for a moment and looked at the air conditioner which was turned on. There was no light on it and he found that the temperature in the room had dropped at some point. It must be because the temperature outside was too low and the air conditioning ducts were frozen. Only then did he remember that there was no electric blanket at home and he, a grown man, didn't need one at all.

He took off his coat and lay down next to her. He was afraid of touching her and kept a little distance from her. However, the quilt in the middle was propped up and the wind would come in. He moved inside again, but she put her arms around his waist and put her legs on him. She moved and he could feel that she was very cold. He hugged her in his arms, let her close to his arms, and held her tightly with both hands.

She could feel a strong chest, a very safe chest. His body was like a stove, emitting a warm breath. The hot temperature quickly entered her body. She greedily clung to his arms, hoping to last a little longer and fall asleep contentedly in his arms.

He hoped to hold her tightly and not let go. Although he could not do anything, he knew that she needed him now. Even if she was not awake now, maybe she would no longer need him when she woke up tomorrow.

With their minds full of random thoughts, the two quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Lin Moxiao opened his eyes. She was still sleeping. He saw her sleeping face and her slightly upturned lips. He had an urge to kiss her. His Adam's apple rolled and the message from last night appeared in his mind. Reason pulled him back. He quietly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and gently closed the door.

I don't know how long it took. In the dimness, I heard instructions and footsteps outside, and then it became quiet again. When I woke up, it was almost noon. I opened my eyes and looked at the view in the room in confusion. The room was elegant and majestic in silver-gray, and the curtains were also silver-gray. I was also lying on a soft big bed, and even the headboard was silver-gray, but the quilt on my body was soft and white. At this moment, a hot current flowed from my lower body as I lay down. In surprise, I remembered something and lifted the quilt again, and found that I was wearing a pair of light gray pajamas, and I didn't know when I put on the night pants inside. She alertly remembered that this was not what she wore, and her dizzy head suddenly became clearer.

There were footsteps approaching outside the door, and a middle-aged woman pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that she woke up, she immediately looked at her with a smile: "Miss Jiang, you are awake! You must be hungry! I cooked five-red soup for you, I will go and serve you some."

"Who are you?" Jiang Shuya frowned and felt another stomachache.

"Mr. Lin asked me to take care of you. You can call me Aunt Lan!" Aunt Lan gently wiped her forehead and said, "It feels a little hot. Do you have a fever again? Let's do this! Eat something first, then take some medicine, and you will feel better soon."

She was about to leave when Jiang Shuya called her: "Auntie Lan, I want to go to the bathroom. Can you help me? My stomach hurts."

Seeing her painful expression, Aunt Lan came over with concern, half pulled and half helped her up, and walked to the bathroom door.