Chen Lidan went out, and Yu Qingwei lay back down in bed. The temperature gradually rose, and it didn't seem as cold as before. She lay there with her eyes open, motionless, staring in the direction of the door. Feeling a bit bored, she started counting sheep, but every time she reached over five hundred, her thoughts would be distracted by other things. For instance, didn't he leave right at the beginning? Why did he come back later? And where did he go for such a long time just now? Could it be that he went out to find a woman? Tsk tsk, judging by his hungry and thirsty appearance just now, he must have gone to find a woman to relieve himself. She couldn't help but think carelessly that it would be better if he found someone else; then he wouldn't keep pestering her to fulfill her duties as a wife. She rubbed her cheeks and realized she was really too cold; her face was almost frozen stiff, and she couldn't even squeeze out a forced smile. She didn't know how many sets of five hundred she had counted, but Chen Lidan still hadn't come back. She couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Could it be that he didn't know how to use the microwave? That seemed plausible; after all, he was a big man. Yu Qingwei held her breath and listened carefully for any sounds outside. It was silent outside, not a sound to be heard. She got up and went downstairs. At this time, everyone was asleep, and the living room was empty. She stood in the middle of the living room, stunned for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. Maybe this time he really received an emergency mission. Feeling a bit depressed, she didn't have the mood to heat up any milk and went straight upstairs to sleep. Lying in bed, she grabbed the corner of the blanket and began to reflect on herself. Yu Qingwei, oh Yu Qingwei, you're really regressing as you live. Why are you so sentimental?

It was just a stomachache, was it really necessary to make such a fuss? Thinking about how she had previously looked at Chen Lidian with such touching eyes, she felt immensely regretful, her heart in turmoil and chaos. 'It shouldn't be like this...' she murmured to herself, as if something was slipping out of her control. As her self-reflection was reaching the level of her core beliefs, Chen Lidian pushed open the door and hurried in, holding a large cup of milk in his hand. 'How are you, did you wait long?' Yu Qingwei twisted her body and opened her mouth wide in surprise as she looked at him. Why had he come back? Chen Lidian touched the top of her head: 'We ran out of milk at home, so I drove to the convenience store.' Suddenly, she was at a loss for words. What could she say at this moment? Chen Lidian placed the milk on the bedside table, his fingers touching a box of unfinished pills. He picked it up and frowned upon seeing it. 'Don't take this kind of thing anymore.' He was still so domineering. But she suddenly felt a warmth in her chest and a slight heat in her eyes. Oh no, that damned feeling of being moved was coming back again. He gripped her shoulders with both hands: 'Come on, let me help you up.' His gaze was so sincere that it was hard to refuse. But as she sat up, he also sat down, his arms encircling her, letting her lean against his broad chest. He held the milk to her lips: 'Here, drink slowly, it's a bit hot.'

His tone was unprecedentedly gentle, his warm breath brushing against her face with each exhale. Yu Qingwei's face and neck immediately heated up, and she could only silently drink her milk to avoid detection. After finishing, a ring of white milk lingered around her mouth, her cherry-red lips slightly parted as if asking for a kiss. Chen Lidian's body tensed, and he quickly coughed twice to steady his mind, suppressing the wildly growing indulgent thoughts. He loosened his arm and gently helped her lie down. 'Why?' 'Why what?' Yu Qingwei bit her lip, turned over pretending to sleep, but her eyes were wide open, struggling with her developed tear ducts. After a rustling sound, Chen Lidian lifted the blanket and lay down inside. Yu Qingwei felt a chill from the other side. She moved a bit, then pushed more of the blanket towards him. Chen Lidian glanced at her still moving body, understanding this as her way of showing concern. The corners of his mouth slightly lifted: 'Sleep.' 'I'm a bit unable to sleep.' At this moment, her mood was very restless, and she couldn't sleep at all. 'Then I'll keep you company.' Yu Qingwei would pick at her nails when she was particularly nervous, and now her hands were hidden under the covers, picking away. '...I thought you had left several times. Where did you go?'

Chen Lidian's breath suddenly paused. Although he was a big man, he really didn't have such thick skin. How could he tell Yu Qingwei what he had actually been doing? He remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Yu Qingwei turned around and stared at him with a pair of bright, unblinking eyes. In fact, she had long noticed that he was a handsome man, different from the childishness of the other male classmates in the class. He possessed the unique charm of a mature man. Especially his eyes, deep like a lake, making them impenetrable and unpredictable. Chen Lidian coughed lightly and shifted slightly towards the middle of the bed, their arms gently touching. 'I... I went to the bathroom in the guest room next door to take a cold shower.' This didn't sound like the fate of a man with a wife at all. It's just that his young wife is now too tender, he's afraid that if he goes too far, he might hurt her. So he would rather endure the discomfort himself.