C9 (1/2)

Om, Om, Om.

Suddenly, Xia Yu's phone unexpectedly rang at an inopportune time. After hearing the commotion, both of us were startled. Xia Yu quickly got up and went to get her phone.

Originally, she wasn't that nervous, she was just scared by the sudden voice. However, the moment she picked up the phone, her face instantly changed. The redness on her face disappeared like smoke in thin air, replaced with a bloodless pale face.

At this moment, Xia Yu was like a child who had made the mistake.

”Hello, hubby, what happened?”

After hearing Xia Yu's words, I was also stunned. It was as if my heart had been hollowed out.

”Wife, have you eaten?”

”I haven't eaten yet. What's the matter, hubby? Are you done?”

”En, it's about time. Wife, I'll be home in 20 minutes. Are you happy?”

”Gao …” ”Happy.” Xia Yu looked at me with a trace of guilt and self-blame in her eyes.

”Do you need anything? I came back in a hurry and didn't bring anything. ”

”No need. I have everything at home. I'll go prepare some food.”

The two of them chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

”Sister Xia …” I stood at the side, a little flustered. Xia Yu didn't say anything, but hastily ran to the mirror to tidy up the clothes that I had torn up. Afterwards, she ran to the living room to sort them out.

”Is Brother-in-law coming back?” I asked.

Xia Yu nodded, ”Yes, we should be home soon. Let's eat tonight, I'll go cook.” After saying that, Xia Yu walked into the kitchen.

Xia Yu just opened a bit of the bottom line, her husband a phone call, let me finally push down the wall once again erected.

Thinking of this, I felt a little disappointed. I said that I wouldn't eat tonight and went back to my room.

Actually, Xia Yu isn't much better than me. When she hung up the phone, she was especially flustered, but fortunately her husband made a call in advance. If she didn't make a phone call, she would definitely run into something bad when she came back.

In the next few days, the house returned to its normal lifestyle. Xia Yu would greet me politely every day, and she wouldn't be wearing those seductive pajamas anymore. Instead, she would put on her conservative pajamas and put away her washed underwear in time, as if nothing intimate had ever happened between us.