Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

As soon as she looked at Xie Lin, she noticed something unusual in his eyes.

Hawthorne immediately understood, and his expression darkened slightly. "You're more seriously ill than me. Since you're helping me find medicine, consider it something I owe you... So tonight you sleep in the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."

Actually, this was originally his room.

But ever since they got married, Xie Lin has slept on the floor every night without uttering a single complaint.

Hawthorne's heart was not made of stone either.

Finally, she added, "You should rest well. When you're better, you'll still need to sleep on the floor."

After saying that, she pushed Xie Lin to the bedside, picked up her bedding that she had used for several days, and prepared to sleep on the floor.

Sighing inwardly—

It's so cold tonight, I wonder if she'll freeze to death sleeping on the floor.

But there was nothing she could do; Xie Lin was suffering for her.

Perhaps noticing the worry in her eyes, Xie Lin walked over, snatched the blankets from her arms, and tossed them back onto the bed.

This startled Hawthorne. "What—what are you doing?!"

"You should sleep in the bed," Xie Lin patted his chest. "I'll sleep on the floor."

“But you’re sick…” Hawthorne felt bad.

“But I’m healthier than you. Look at yourself, how thin you are! With your small frame... If you were to sleep on the floor, you might have to be carried out in a burlap sack by tomorrow morning!”

As soon as Xie Lin finished speaking, the expression on his face became somewhat unnatural.

He was used to saying these kinds of nonsense, and today it just slipped out without thinking.

"I did not mean that."

Knowing that Hawthorne was "afraid of death," he quickly explained.

I just wanted to say that with her physique, she probably couldn't withstand such suffering. If she were to sleep on the floor while sick, her condition might worsen by tomorrow morning.

That would be even more troublesome.

“I know.” Huo Sanghua hadn’t thought much of it, but this was the first time she felt Xie Lin was so easygoing when he spoke to her. So she was a little surprised. “I don’t feel offended. It’s just that it’s always been hard for us to truly trust each other, but you just made me feel that after this incident… we’re starting to get to know each other better.”

It's no longer her being wary of him, but him testing her.

It seems that after all the events of the past few days, they have gradually become closer.

"Really?" Xie Lin hadn't noticed before.

Reminded by Hawthorne, and then reflecting on it carefully—

It seems like I do have that feeling now.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, but the smile wasn't very obvious. "Then... you should sleep in the bed. You're not in good health, unlike me. I suffer in the army every day, and I'm used to the freezing cold. This little illness is nothing to me."

It was because of these considerations that he risked contracting the disease to seek medicine for Hawthorne.

Let's sleep in the same bed.

Huo Sanghua's sudden remark startled Xie Lin.

Xie Lin stammered, "You... what did you say?"

“I say, let’s sleep in the bed together tonight.” Huo Sanghua said frankly, looking straight at Xie Lin with her pure and innocent eyes. “I’m sick, and you’re sick too. If I sleep on the floor, you’re afraid I’ll die. If you sleep on the floor, I can’t live with myself. So, let’s sleep in the bed together tonight.”

"Together?" Xie Lin really wanted to ask her if she knew what that meant.

She... Hawthorne actually invited him to sleep in the same bed?!

He really wanted to confirm this.

But after thinking it over, seeing how innocent and harmless Huo Sanghua seemed, she felt that she probably didn't know.

Perhaps she simply felt—

It's not good for anyone to sleep on the floor.

These things made Xie Lin feel restless and depressed, and he paced around the room several times.

"What's wrong with you?" Hawthorne sensed something was off about his reaction. Could it be... that things had gotten worse again?

"Then... let's sleep in the same bed."

Xie Lin spun around several times, but suddenly calmed down, his face becoming serious.

This wasn't his suggestion...

But he had no reason to refuse, did he?

Hawthorne felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. After all that fussing, the medicine seemed to be working, and she felt even more exhausted.

While she still had some energy, she climbed into bed and used an extra blanket to separate them... "How about this, you sleep on the outside and I'll sleep on the inside... Or, do you want to sleep on the inside?"

She didn't know Xie Lin's habits, or whether he preferred to sleep outside or inside.

"Cough... cough cough," Xie Lin felt guilty. He knew what was going on, but seeing this seemingly clueless girl discussing these "habits" with him without batting an eye, he was really not used to it. "I'll just sleep outside."

Hawthorne nodded, unconcerned. "Alright then."

She pushed Xie Lin's blanket out and spread it out.

Then, fully clothed, he crawled back into the covers... "Remember to check and make sure the doors and windows are closed."

"Hmm." Xie Lin turned around to check the doors and windows, a half-smile on his face. After checking everything, he tentatively walked to the bedside and crawled into the outer quilt.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned his head to look at the person beside him.

Hawthorne's profile is very beautiful, with a high, straight nose and full, rounded lips...

Xie Lin took a deep breath and quickly looked away.

She was still seriously ill, enduring her physical discomfort, and had already closed her eyes to rest. The effects of the medicine were taking hold in her body, causing her body temperature to rise suddenly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The air I exhaled from my nose was warm.

She gradually lost consciousness due to the burning sensation.

He opened his mouth slightly...

He slowly exhaled the scorching heat through his mouth, his hands gripping the edge of the brocade quilt pulled up to his chest tightly.

Suddenly, many images she had never dreamed of before flashed through her mind. First, countless soldiers and horses trampled through the bluestone, their hooves deafening in the city. She felt an unprecedented panic.

They're here, they're here...

Xie Lin had just closed his eyes to rest when the increasingly rapid breathing beside him made him realize that something was wrong.

He then opened his eyes again and looked over, "Sang Hua?"

But the person sleeping next to him didn't react at all, which only made him more anxious.

“Sang Hua… What’s wrong? Sang Hua?” Xie Lin called to her.

Did you have a nightmare?

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked around in terror, and the beads of sweat on her forehead became even more noticeable.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Xie Lin's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her.

"... ...Um."

Hawthorne responded softly.

Xie Lin said, "Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid. I used to have nightmares a lot when I was a child, especially when I first went to the battlefield with my older brother. Every day... I helped carry the wounded and move the corpses, seeing the endless stream of dead soldiers, and every night I would have nightmares. In my dreams, I would see those dead people get up and chase after me..."

Hawthorne tilted her head and looked over weakly.

It seemed... she could sense Xie Lin's helplessness at that time, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Do you still have dreams like that now?"

“Sometimes, but I’m not afraid anymore. I think to myself, they bravely sacrificed themselves to protect the land and the people behind them. How could such people harbor resentment and attack me? They must be here to protect me. They hope that I can fulfill their mission of guarding the country for them…” Xie Lin comforted her. “So, sometimes when you think it through, you’re not so afraid anymore.”