The Matter of Sleeping
While Luo Yinshuang was busy, Shen Wuxiao sat in the living room, grinning as he played with his phone.
He first told his wives that he would not be going back tonight.
Then he chatted with Luo Xuancheng.
From their conversation, he discovered that the kid was quite sly.
He still had a strong sense of the bigger picture.
From the moment he decided Shen Wuxiao would be his brother-in-law, he had begun making preparations at home.
He hid away all the spare sheets and blankets.
The guest rooms had absolutely nothing for making up a bed.
As long as Shen Wuxiao came to stay the night, there would be nowhere else for him to sleep except Luo Yinshuang's room.
As for his own room, all he had to do was twist the door lock hard three times, and it would lock from the inside.
That way, there would be no reason for Shen Wuxiao to be forced into his room.
Just as he had expected, tonight, no matter what, Shen Wuxiao would be going to Luo Yinshuang's room.
After ending his conversation with his brother-in-law,
Shen Wuxiao heard movement from the kitchen and suddenly resumed that pathetic act of his.
His face looked utterly weak as he curled up on the sofa.
Luo Yinshuang came over carrying a tray.
On it was a bowl of vegetable congee, two light side dishes, and a plate of little duck-shaped pastries.
When she saw Shen Wuxiao curled up like that, she thought he was feeling unwell again.
She hurriedly quickened her pace, set the tray on the coffee table, and asked, "Wuxiao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"
"Mm... a little. My abdomen seems to hurt..."
"Seems?" Luo Yinshuang froze.
"Uh, yeah, seems. It feels like my