Anna looked at Karenin and said, "I'm not convenient, Alexei. ”

Karenin understood what Anna was referring to, and he furrowed his brow slightly, "I didn't see that you had those things ready. ”

"No," Anna shook her head, I just felt.

Karenin's furrowed brows relaxed, and he said, "Then I'll make you go to bed earlier," he paused and added, "after all, it's good for your health." ”

"Thank you, I will." Anna smiled hypocritically, she lied, but now she just wanted to, and she had to admit that she meant it.

Karenin came closer, then put three fingers on the back of Anna's hand and tested the temperature.

"It's time for you to lie down under the covers, your hands are cold, Anna."

After seeing his wife do what he wanted, he glanced at his pillow again, and finally he said, "I think it would be better for me to come and sleep with you." ”

He saw that his wife wanted to get up, and then he twisted his eyebrows: "You don't want to?" ”

Anna relaxed and smiled, "I'm just afraid you mind." ”

"It's not something to mind about."

Anna bent her eyes, and though the gray eyes were shining, Karenin did not think that his wife was really happy, as if he had suddenly touched a little doorway.

Without having time to think too much, Karenin decided to follow his usual sanity to answer.

"Just as one cannot slander one's mother, I don't think a person who holds the view that 'you need to be avoided' is not talented."

When Karenin had finished speaking, he observed that Anna's eyes seemed to light up, so he knew that he had answered correctly, and he was satisfied with it, and, with a hint of amusement.

"You insist on sleeping with me at this time?" Anna asked, her voice soft, with a little temptation, wrapped in a nightdress, compared to before, it seemed a little innocent, but this innocence was different from the real girl.

Karenin looked at his wife steadily, and finally understood something.

"I don't think it's supposed to be a one-dollar negotiation,' I'm at home, Anna."

His wife laughed, this time genuinely.

"Well, you're allowed, Alexei." Anna said, in a brisk tone.

When Karenin was washed, Anna was still reading her book, and her eyes did not look at him, as if she really did not see him.

Karenin first removed the pillows to clear a place for his side to stay, and after he lifted the quilt and went to bed, he looked at his wife: "I will make you go to bed early tonight." ”

The book was closed.

Anna tilted her head and said, "I listened." ”

After Anna put the books on the bedside table and posed as if she was going to sleep, she suddenly noticed a gaze staring at her in the upper left, and she looked up in confusion: "Not sleeping?" ”

"Sleep, Anna."

When Karenin finished speaking, he raised his hand and extinguished the light.

When there is no light, the whole bedroom suddenly becomes very dark, but it is not too quiet.

When there are two people, it seems that even the heartbeat can be heard clearly.

Anna held her hand with her back to Karenin, which at first was an insecure gesture, but now it has become a habit. Her fingers followed her pulse, listening one-two-three, as if coaxing herself to sleep.

Then it was in this quiet space that Anna heard Karenin's somewhat flat statement:

"Even though this may be a small matter that doesn't need to be mentioned, I still want to ask."

"What?"

"I mean, Anna, people get used to things, and it's always hard to change when you get used to them. Of course, I have always believed that bad habits, no matter how small, will gradually cause some bad problems, and they need to be corrected and avoided as much as possible. But some innocuous habits, I think, are also harmless to keep, by and large. ”

"So, what did I do to turn your little habit into a problem?" Anna quickly understood and asked.

After a moment of silence, Karenin's unheaving tone finally rang out again.

"You seem to have forgotten that you are going to say goodnight to me."

There was another silence, and then Karenin got his good night.

"Good night, Alexei."

"Good night, Anna."

He relaxed, but, inexplicably, he felt that something was wrong, but both his pride and shame were calmly telling him - just sleep, Alexei Aleksandrovich.

A dreamless night.

Anna woke up at the light of day, and her consciousness was very fast, and then she noticed something a little awkward, her hands were out of her master's consciousness and she was holding Karenin's arm.

It stands to reason that this is nothing, after all, Karenin is her nominal husband.

However, Anna carefully let go of her hands.

Her movements were light and did not wake Karenin, who was still asleep, but could tell that he was about to wake up.

Karenin's eyes were moving under his eyelids, he was dreaming, and as for what it was, Anna was not interested. She lay on her side, thinking about some of her gaffes from yesterday.

That looks like jealousy.

She laughed at herself inwardly, then glanced at Karenin again.

The early morning glimmer was a little stubborn and crept in, and the soft light was mixed with a trace of dust. Karenin's face was somewhat paradoxically blurry and clear in the light.

When he is awake, others are intimidated at first glance, so no one will look closely at him, or understand him.

Among his facial features, a pair of eyes are excellently born.

Seryosha's blue eyes resemble his, but their appearance is more imaginary than that of his mother, while Karenin's eyes at first glance look cold like an empty blue, but a closer look reveals that the corners of his eyes are slightly drooping. When he is relaxed, it usually seems gentle and somewhat compassionate.

So he had always been unable to see the tears of children and women, and this little secret that he tried so hard to hide, Anna had known long ago.

Naturally, she consciously took advantage of this slightly.

This is really a bit despicable, but if you take it for granted, wouldn't it be more ridiculous to say that she is not really Anna, but just a traverser? Anna winced her eyes.

Karenin's fingers moved, and then he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the other half of the bed was empty, but the temperature was still there, and it was clear that the owner had not been up for long.

Karenin lifted the quilt and got up, he looked at the two identical pillows, and then patted them to make them fluffy and soft, and finally he adjusted the position of the pillows, and made their beds before going to the bathroom to wash.

After he shaved his face, Karenin put on his dressing gown and went out of the bedroom, and on the balcony on the second floor, he saw his wife, wearing a dressing gown, with a slightly thin body slightly bent, and a little cold and strange on the side of her face.

Karenin looked at it for a moment before walking over.

"It's not wise to stand at the vent, Anna."

"Would you like some tea?" His wife said, smiling at him, but Karenin realized that this would be the beginning of a conversation.