socalfunplaces Chapter 1362 A Fork in the Road of Fate?
Chapter 1362 A Fork in the Road of Fate?
Ying listened to Shao Yun's questioning without saying anything. She simply threw the towel into the laundry basket and silently walked to the bedside.
Immediately afterwards, she took off her slippers, turned around, and "whoosh" burrowed into the quilt, wrapping herself up tightly, with only a small section of hair showing.
After a long while, a muffled sound came from under the covers.
"It has nothing to do with Ningguang... I can't really explain what I'm thinking right now, it's just... I'm just very anxious, you know?"
Looking at Ying, who was hiding under the covers like an ostrich, Shao Yun couldn't understand what she had to be anxious about.
"Anxiety? Ever since you returned from that month-long adventure to save Little Dragon, you've given off a strange feeling, always seeming preoccupied. What's wrong?"
The words "that adventure" seemed to trigger Ying's stress response. She suddenly jumped out of bed, her face pale, her eyes darting away, unable to look at Shao Yun.
Immediately afterward, while hurriedly getting out of bed to find her slippers, she said stiffly:
"I...I'm going to get a glass of water, I'm a little thirsty."
Before she finished speaking, she started to walk towards the door, clearly trying to take the opportunity to escape the topic.
Shao Yun didn't want things to remain unclear, so he quickly reached out and grabbed her arm to prevent her from escaping.
He asked whatever came to mind, afraid of missing anything crucial.
"Ying, don't hide! I'm really worried about you. Just tell me the truth, what's wrong with you lately? Is it... is it because I didn't agree to be intimate with you before that you're upset?"
When Ying heard Shao Yun make the connection to their sex life, her face instantly turned bright red. She was so anxious that she almost jumped up and down, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and anxiety.
"What nonsense are you talking about! That's not the reason at all!"
She struggled to free her arm, but couldn't break free. Her mind raced, and in a flash of inspiration, she abruptly shook off Shao Yun's hand gripping her arm. Clutching her lower abdomen with both hands, she feigned pain and said with a wink:
"It's really nothing... Maybe it's because my period is about to start, and my emotions have been unstable lately, and my mental state hasn't been very good, so I'm overthinking things."
When Shao Yun heard Ying say that she was about to get her period, the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
That reason actually seems quite reasonable.
According to the famous gynecologist "Siegwen" from Fontainebleau, when a girl is menstruating, her hormones fluctuate greatly, and she becomes particularly irritable, easily exploding at the slightest provocation.
Thinking about it this way, Ying's recent unusual emotions all make sense.
Shao Yun originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but her tone softened instantly: "But, you weren't like this before..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ying interrupted him.
She retorted directly with her famous line: "The past is the past, and the present is the present! Why don't you compare me to when I first met you? It's so annoying to keep asking these questions!"
After saying that, she slipped on her slippers and headed out of the bedroom.
Seeing this, Shao Yun quickly stepped forward to stop her, pointed to himself, and said in a considerate tone:
"Let me go. You just started your period and it's not convenient for you to move around. I'll go downstairs and get you a cup of hot water."
Ying originally just wanted to find an excuse to avoid Shao Yun's questioning and have some time alone to calm down.
Since her husband had offered to help, she accepted the offer, obediently sitting back down on the bed and softly replying, "Okay..."
Then, Shao Yun turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare hot water.
The bedroom fell silent instantly, with only Ying's soft breathing and Paimon's gentle snoring from the small bed next to it.
Ying lay back on the bed and glanced at Paimon, who was sleeping soundly in the crib, completely undisturbed by the commotion.
She slowly turned her head back, staring blankly at the ceiling above her head, but her mind was already in complete turmoil, and she couldn't help but feel frantic inside.
"Ugh... what should I do? I can't think of a solution at all! Why is it that Mavica can handle things on her own, while I'm so useless!"
"Alice bullied me, and Jonawa threatened me. They're both big bad guys!"
Just thinking about those two people made Ying pout, feeling wronged.
"I can't beat them in a fight, and I always have to rely on my husband for help... Will this make my husband think I'm really useless?"
"What if he gradually stops liking me and starts to like a strong girl like Mavica instead?"
The more she thought about these thoughts, the more upset she became. Ying tilted her head back, lay down on the bed, and kicked the blankets in frustration, inwardly groaning.
"Ah! I wish I could dream about finding a solution right there in my dream! I'm so worried..."
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Ying tossed and turned in bed for a while, but her frustration gradually dissipated as she exhausted herself. Completely worn out, her eyelids suddenly drooped, her head lolled to one side, and she drifted off to sleep in a daze, her breathing quickly becoming steady and even.
Meanwhile, Shao Yun had no intention of simply preparing a cup of hot water in the kitchen on the first floor.
He figured that hot water didn't have much nutritional value, so he simply took out fresh milk from the refrigerator and slowly boiled a cup of hot milk.
Although he knew that if Ying drank milk before bed, she would likely have a sour taste in her mouth when she woke up the next day, he thought that warm milk could help her sleep and was more nutritious than plain water, so this minor flaw could be ignored.
At worst, I'll just brush my teeth more often during the day...
Holding a cup of steaming milk, Shao Yun gently pushed open the bedroom door and called out softly, "You're back. I made you a cup of hot milk..."
Before he could finish speaking, he froze. Ying was already curled up in a ball on the bed, asleep? (A sleeping posture of insecurity)
Shao Yun looked at his sleeping wife, then glanced helplessly at the hot milk in his hand. His lips twitched, and he muttered under his breath:
"Huh? You fell asleep? Then all the milk I prepared was for nothing?"
It's not a pleasant feeling when a carefully prepared surprise falls through...
However, the disappointment was only momentary. Seeing that Ying was sleeping peacefully and no longer had that preoccupied look, Shao Yun felt relieved.
He gently placed the milk on the bedside table, reached out to tuck Ying in, and softly murmured, "Never mind, you should get some rest..."
But when Shao Yun turned to look at the still steaming milk, she felt it was a pity.
I cooked this especially for myself, so I can't just let it go to waste.
His eyes darted around, and his gaze fell on Paimon on the small bed next to him.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, falling directly on Paimon.
The little guy, with his round little bottom sticking up, was fast asleep on the bed. His white little body looked like a glowing little ball, particularly eye-catching in the night.
"Hey, Paimon, wake up."
Shao Yun picked up the milk, tiptoed to the crib, and gently patted Paimon's soft, bouncy little bottom with her finger.
Disturbed from his sleep, Paimon groggily opened his sleepy eyes, nodding his head slowly as he turned over and sat up, glistening drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth, his voice soft and indistinct.
"Huh? What's wrong...Shao Yun?"
Looking at her dazed appearance, with her hair sticking up in a mess and her eyes full of sleepiness, Shao Yun couldn't help but laugh and handed her the milk.
"Drinking milk before bed helps you sleep."
What's the difference between this and waking someone up and telling them to go back to sleep?
Paimon blinked, noticing the mischievous grin on Shao Yun's face, then glanced at the hot milk being handed to him. He instantly realized he'd been dragged there to "finish the leftovers," and couldn't help but laugh and complain:
"Seriously, Shao Yun? You're so boring!"
Although he was extremely reluctant to be woken from his sweet dreams to drink milk, Paimon stared at the cup of hot milk with its fragrant aroma and still had some doubts.
If you don't drink it, you'll be wasting your time; otherwise, you'll be missing out.
Finally, she reluctantly took the milk with a frown and began to drink it in small sips.
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Meanwhile, inside the dragon's nest outside the ranch house.
My little dragon potato pancake lay sprawled out on the thick straw mat, its little belly rising and falling slightly, emitting even snoring sounds, soundly asleep.
The mother goat, who had been curled up nearby, slowly opened her eyes, which had been closed, and her pupils gleamed faintly in the night.
She didn't get up, but turned her neck slightly, her gaze precisely fixed on the second floor of the house, which was Shao Yun and Ying's bedroom.
Her words, cool yet alluring, came out.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."
"Although dreams are said to be God's revelation, can't false prophets and devils also create a 'beautiful dream' for you?"
She chuckled softly, her voice filled with an indescribable sarcasm.
"Kill your lover? Kill your own blood relative? Heh... What an interesting multiple-choice question. I hope you can 'figure out' which one to choose."
"I wonder how he will reward me after this dream, which he has carefully prepared for you, is over?"
The mother goat gently tugged at the hay beneath her, making a rustling sound, her tone carrying a sickly expectation.
"Will it be a massive massacre sweeping through Teyvat that forces me to witness the collapse of the old world?"
At this point, she slowly raised her head, gazing directly towards the distant Sky Island, and said with a sarcastic tone:
"Sigh, why can't those guys ever see the bigger picture? In his anger, will he really end this world with his own hands in the name of the Knight of the Apocalypse?"
"At that time, who will survive, and who will die?"
She tilted her head, as if talking to herself, or as if conversing with an unseen being.
"It feels like...we're all going to die. After all, nobody in this world really believes in Him."
As soon as she finished speaking, the mother goat's gaze suddenly sharpened, her pupils contracted slightly, and her tone became strange as she discovered a crucial detail she had overlooked.
"Wait... that nun named Cadron seems to have been praying for him the whole time..."
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