Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Chapter 797: We’re About to Divorce, We Can’t Sleep Together!

Qin Xin never expected that tonight’s events would escalate to this point.They agreed to hurry up with the divorce, how did it turn into staying overnight? She hasn’t decided if she wants to continue being with him.

Yet the man spoke with a tone slightly somber and forlorn: "Otherwise, I would have to call Lu Yi and the others from the duty room in the middle of the night and make them take a trip... I’ve heard that they’ve been busy feeding pigeons while on duty these days, indeed it’s tough. But waking them up in the middle of the night is part of their job..."

The man hesitated to speak further.

When Qin Xin heard the word "pigeons", she suddenly remembered the incident where she had tied a chip to a pigeon’s foot to fool Lu Yi and felt a bit guilty.

Making Lu Yi travel back and forth in the middle of the night was indeed distressing.

Forget it, the villa has lots of guest rooms anyway: "Alright, let’s not bother Lu Yi in the middle of the night. I’ll help you to the guest room next door..."

Nalan Ye Jue remained calm: "Alright."

Qin Xin propped him up by his arm, helping him stand.

The man was really heavy.

She could smash a desk with one punch, but now she found it difficult just to hold the man’s arm.

Wouldn’t it be a mess if she dropped him before they even reached the guest room?

Speak of the devil.

As soon as that ominous thought popped up, the man’s foot slipped, and his whole body knelt down on one knee.

She’s standing, and he’s kneeling — it almost looked like a formal proposal stance.

Qin Xin’s face flushed as she quickly squatted down to support him: "Are you okay? Is everything alright?"

That fall wasn’t light.

Indeed, the man groaned lightly: "Something happened... The soles of the shoes had water from the hot spring pool, just twisted my ankle earlier."

Qin Xin’s breath caught.

Great, she caused this too — if she hadn’t fallen asleep in the hot spring pool, he wouldn’t have carried her in step by step, and there wouldn’t be hot spring water on the ground for anyone to slip on.

So what now.

She glanced at the big bed: "Alright, you sleep in my bed, I’ll go to the guest room."

The man gently held her hand: "Together. With a pillow."

Qin Xin understood his meaning: we could sleep together like we did at Xinghe Bay, just put a pillow between us.

No way, they’re about to divorce, how can they still share the same bed?

Ten minutes later.

Qin Xin placed the pillow in the middle of the bed, helped the man lie down, while she lay on the other end.

Because the man’s forehead was a bit hot, she ultimately felt uneasy and stayed.

She came from Qingcheng after all, not sure if she’s carrying the Nightmare virus, which would be troublesome if it spread to him.

Late at night.

She finally succumbed to sleep.

Yet the man opened his eyes in the chilly air, deeply gazing at her sleeping countenance.

He held two blue stones in the palm of his hand.

Those were stones unique to the hot springs in the bamboo courtyard in Qingcheng Village, which could elevate body temperature significantly.

These little stones saved his life, allowing him to sleep by her side tonight.

But what about tomorrow? Or the day after?

The little wife is such a compassionate person, seeing him suffer wouldn’t bear to abandon him, so... would he need to pretend to be an invalid in front of her for life?

This man, with a notoriously strong self-esteem, who loathes terms like "invalid" and "cripple" with such intensity, begins to seriously contemplate the feasibility of this thought.

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At dawn.

The cooing and wing flapping of pigeons awakened Qin Xin from her slumber.

Turning over, she saw the man on the other side of the bed, making her heart pound.

Even in his sleep, the man was so gentlemanly, not crossing boundaries, lying obediently with his long legs stretched straight.

"Perhaps, he’s telling the truth?"

He had so many opportunities to bully her, yet he never went against her wishes recklessly.

Maybe he truly hadn’t touched Lan Qingxin, and that encounter in the bathtub was merely an unexpected incident during his illness.