Ruan Haocheng didn't know how he took a bath, but he remembered that he had given himself a lot of strength before returning to the hut.

Tian Xinmiao had already tried to control her emotions, sitting on the edge of the kang with her pajamas in her arms.

"You've washed it, you sleep first, I'll rush back as soon as I do."

It wasn't what she thought it would be, but sooner or later she had to experience it.

Tian Xinmiao stood up, and after hurriedly saying hello to Ruan Haocheng, he walked around his side and walked out.

Ruan Haocheng stood by the kang for a while, took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang.

At the moment when he pulled the quilt, he hesitated, should he open one bed or two?

His hands pulled the two quilts apart anyway, and he slipped into the one near the window.

Tian Xinmiao was both panicked and sad in her heart, and it took a little longer to take a bath, and when she returned to the hut with her cheering herself up, she saw that he had already slipped into a quilt and slept with his back to her.

Her heart was clenched in an instant, and it seemed like another dull knife cutting at that place.

Have her expectations come to naught again? Has her silly boy changed?

No, her silly boy may not have appeared, and the silly boy she thought about day and night was just a hypothetical one in her heart.

Tian Xinmiao gently wiped away the moisture oozing from the corners of her eyes, climbed into the kang and got into the quilt left by Ruan Haocheng, and reached out to turn off the light.

The moment the lights went out, Ruan Haocheng's painfully closed eyes suddenly opened.

He looked forward to it, and he hoped that his daughter-in-law would take the initiative to talk to him when she returned, and then get into his quilt coquettishly.

But she slipped straight into the other quilt.

It seems that what he saw was not fake, at least her heart did not belong to him.

He wanted to close his eyes and just fall asleep.

But his heart hurt so badly, he missed her, and he thought about her for more than a whole year.

Every moment he was looking forward to hugging her into his arms, listening to her gently call him 'Haocheng', listening to her tell him that she missed him too.

However, she was lying to him, was it only because she was his wife that she had to do so?

The darkness of the night made Ruan Haocheng's heart more and more uneasy, and the anger in his heart was gathering more and more.

No, it doesn't matter if her heart is his own or not, her person must be his own, she is his wife, the wife he loves and wants to be with him for the rest of his life, he wants to tie her to his side, whether she wants to or not.

I don't know where the courage came from, Ruan Haocheng turned around suddenly, and after removing his quilt, he quickly got into Tian Xinmiao's quilt and imprisoned her tightly in his arms.

Tian Xinmiao, who was secretly crying, was frightened by Ruan Haocheng's sudden movements, and she didn't know what to do.

"Y-you-"

After a moment, Tian Xinmiao, who was imprisoned and a little uncomfortable, began to writhe.

"Y-Can you let go?"

"Why should I let go?"

"You're making me feel bad."

"Isn't it so that you don't feel bad when he hugs you?"

The words seemed to get out of control, and they came out of his mind without passing through his brain.

And Ruan Haocheng, who was heartbroken, didn't know what he said.

Tian Xinmiao's movements suddenly stopped, and the sweetness that had just risen in his heart because although he was a little domineering, but finally was willing to hug her, was replaced by coldness.

He said, 'You don't feel bad when he holds you?'

Tian Xinmiao smiled bitterly, and after the news broadcast flashed in his mind, the letter he wrote gradually understood in his heart.