Walking lightly into the bedroom, there was a white figure lying on the bed, faintly visible in the silent night.

Su Mohan fumbled for a while, turned on a small dark orange lamp, and after the small lamp was lit, it emitted a dark orange halo, enveloping this narrow room, but it made him feel a little inexplicably warm.

He sat lightly on the sofa and looked at the cabin, the room was not big, there was a small coffee table in front of a small sofa, and opposite was a large-headed TV, next to the TV was an old-fashioned computer, and the computer was half a meter away from Concubine Ye's bed.

Not too many things, the room is stuffed, extraordinarily compact, and then look at the small bed, the strange-shaped doll occupies most of the area, but it is commensurate with the figure on the bed, but surprisingly harmonious.

Looking at Concubine Ye who was buckled upside down on the bed, Su Mohan stepped forward and turned her over, jumped up with her in her arms, and let her lie on the pillow.

Concubine Ye muttered softly, and then there was no movement again.

Su Mohan stood beside the bed, hesitated, looked at the extraordinarily restrictive skirt on her body, and seemed to be struggling with whether to help her take it off.

Concubine Ye was still asleep, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of Su Mohan's arrival at this moment.

Su Mohan stretched out his hand several times, and finally took it back, not understanding that it was just taking off his clothes, what was he hesitating about.

After repeating it several times, he finally just gently unbuttoned her underwear, then helped her cover the quilt and turned to the toilet.

The small toilet is almost impossible to turn around, but although the walls are old, the sink, toilet, and floor are all very clean, and the smell of washing powder is faint, and it looks very tidy.

Taking a pink towel with a cartoon pattern, Su Mohan threw it with hot water, and then walked into the room again.

Concubine Ye is still asleep, I don't know if it's because she cries too much during the day, which makes her eyes extremely tired and sleeps very deeply.

Su Mohan gently sat on the edge of the bed and helped her wipe her face, as soon as the warm towel touched her skin, Concubine Ye muttered, her eyelashes trembled a few times and then opened her eyes, Su Mohan's hand moved, as if she was worried that she would wake her up.

But after a few blinks of those good-looking eyes, they finally opened, and Su Mohan suddenly became a little nervous, if she asked him why he suddenly appeared here, how would he explain.

Concubine Ye opened her eyes in confusion and looked at Su Mohan, who was sitting beside her in the haze, and felt that this dream was really strange.

After closing his eyes again, he muttered softly, "Nasty ghost, even other people's dreams have to break in." ”

Su Mohan's hand stiffened, and he angrily threw the towel directly on her face.

It seemed that because the towel blocked the air, Concubine Ye's breathing gradually became a little heavier, Su Mohan was stunned for a while, and resigned himself to taking the towel off and hanging it on the balcony.

After finishing his work, Su Mohan did not leave, but extinguished the little orange lamp and sat on the sofa.

The silence of the night sensitized his senses and calmed his heart.

To this day, he no longer wants to deny that he is indeed different from this woman, but he doesn't understand what this difference means?

A momentary fresh toy?

A pet you can't put down?

Or a somewhat special woman?

Su Mohan sat alone in the dark night for a long time, but many questions could not be answered, he didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know how long he could last for this difference from her.

But he knew that even though he knew that many things were going off track, he still chose to sleep soundly on the cramped sofa all night.