After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

Cheng Zhiwei had a big problem with his sleep.

In the hospital last night, she almost didn't sleep all night. After returning home from the hospital, she only slept lightly for a while. Whenever there was the slightest sound, she would wake up immediately.

My body and mind were already suffering a double blow, and I had not slept all day and night. No one could bear it, and everyone needed to sleep.

Cheng Zhiwei was very tired and wanted to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep.

In the warm orange light, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open. She seemed to be thinking of nothing in her mind, but many images came out uncontrollably, and even she couldn't explain why.

If the body remains in one position for too long, the slightest movement will be uncomfortable.

She couldn't sleep, but the man next to her was sleeping soundly.

Every breath made her feel more anxious.

Why can he fall asleep?

She was obviously the one who needed to rest, yet he wanted to disturb her.

She doesn't have the energy to challenge Zhou Lin, but when her temper comes, she won't really be obedient.

Tossing and turning, there was a lot of movement.

He told her not to sleep well, so he couldn't sleep either. Anyway, it wasn't like he didn't know she had insomnia.

Following Cheng Zhiwei's movements, Zhou Lin's breathing weakened.

She secretly grinded her teeth, thinking that it would be best if Zhou Lin couldn't bear it and left.

But things didn't turn out the way she hoped.

Zhou Lin woke up, but didn't leave. He rolled up sideways, and by the time Cheng Zhiwei reacted, he had already been rolled into his arms along with the quilt.

The annoying breath was suddenly close at hand.

Cheng Zhiwei froze.

Zhou Lin was half asleep, and his voice was hoarse and lazy, as if humming from the nasal cavity, "Can't sleep? Huh?"

Cheng Zhiwei said nothing. Even though he was separated by the quilt, the strength in his arm was still extremely amazing.

Fortunately, he didn't hug her directly like before. With the quilt between her, Cheng Zhiwei's fear was not that strong.

Perhaps because he didn't hear her voice, Zhou Lin nuzzled here again until he felt that the quilt was completely in his arms, and then he hummed softly, "Go to sleep."

Cheng Zhiwei grasped the quilt tightly with one hand, her heartbeat beating in the darkness, not because she was excited because of Zhou Lin's approach, but because the sudden approach made her frightened and resisted.

I can't even sleep anymore.

His body was as stiff as a corpse, lying upright.

Very distressing.

Zhou Lin's chin rested on her forehead, and his warm breath caressed the top of her head, as if he had the most intimate relationship in the world.

But Cheng Zhiwei knew that this was all an illusion.

When the truth is revealed, she will be extremely miserable.

Cheng Zhiwei was in a stalemate for most of the night, until he saw the faint white through the curtains. It was already dawn. He retracted his arm on his body and noticed that the people around him got up, got dressed, and then left quietly.

Her stiff body gradually relaxed, her fingers clenched the quilt tightly, and she slowly curled up.

My whole body hurts.

Still can't sleep.

After all, Zhou Lin slept in the room all night, and now that he left, the surroundings were still filled with his aura.

Can't sleep.

Still can't sleep.

And I don’t know why, even though Zhou Lin left, the aura became stronger and stronger.

Cheng Zhiwei felt like he couldn't breathe.

She violently opened the quilt, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, rushed to the door and opened it, leaned against the wall, bent over and breathed rapidly.

The air outside was fresh, the feeling of suffocation subsided, and Cheng Zhiwei felt that she had been saved.

Until the man's black and gray slippers appeared in his sight.

Cheng Zhiwei's pupils suddenly widened, and her hands on her knees subconsciously grabbed her nightgown. A stiff feeling of suffocation crept up her back, taking hold of her breathing again.

Zhou Lin couldn't see her expression and didn't know how afraid she was of him at this moment. He only saw her feet on the floor, her white toes stepping on the cold dark brown floor, giving off a cold light.

He frowned and reached out to hug her, "Don't you know how to wear shoes?"

"Don't touch me." Cheng Zhiwei's hoarse voice hinted at the collapse of her emotions. She slid down against the wall and hugged herself with her arms.

Zhou Lin just frowned and easily grabbed her arm and lifted her up from the ground.

The feeling of the palm touching the skin brought about a tremor, and Cheng Zhiwei's emotions that had been tense all night finally burst out unbearably.

She clenched her hands tightly into fists and beat Zhou Lin's chest hard. Tears flew away with her movements, "I told you, don't touch me, don't touch me."

Zhou Lin didn't stop her, pursed his thin lips, stretched out his long arms, held Cheng Zhiwei in his arms, and let her beat him.

"What do you want?" Cheng Zhiwei asked sharply, his voice broken and hoarse, "I told you to die and I would give my life to Xu Zhenzhen, but you refuse, what do you want from me?"

She cried heartbreakingly, and those painful emotions were vented with tears. The hatred and resentment in her heart reached its peak.

Wang Mei heard the voice and ran up in a hurry, but saw Cheng Zhiwei being held by Zhou Lin. She observed for a while and saw that Zhou Lin was still gentle to Cheng Zhiwei, so she quietly stepped away.

The young lady feels uncomfortable, and it would be best to cry.

Cheng Zhiwei cried for a long time, and the clothes on Zhou Lin's chest were covered with her tears, but he never let go.

When Cheng Zhiwei's crying subsided, Zhou Lin reached out and carried her into the bedroom. His expression was not gentle, but it was the best attitude towards her in the past few years.

Putting the person on the bed, Zhou Lin pulled the quilt and wrapped her around her. His voice was low and deep, a little helpless, "The ground is cold, why don't you wear shoes? Or are you having a nightmare?"

He asked with some concern, really like a husband who loves his wife.

There were still tears in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, and her blurry vision fell on Zhou Lin, hazy.

After crying a lot, her mood finally stabilized.

Fatigue hit her, and she hugged the quilt weakly. The softness on Zhou Lin's face did not make her feel warm, but instead deepened her fear.

When Zhou Lin pulled the quilt for her, she shrank uncontrollably. Her voice was hoarse from crying for a long time, "Zhou Lin, what do you want?"

Can't you just have a quick stab?

Or if it was clearly put on the table, she would accept it.

Zhou Lin's expression was a bit gloomy, but he soon regained his clarity. He touched her hair and said, "I said, I will regard you as my wife, and you will have everything you should have."

Cheng Zhi bit her lip slightly, and she suddenly realized that Zhou Lin had weaved a dense web for her, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not open it.

But she still couldn't help but beg in a low voice, "Zhou Lin, I know you want to save Bai Zhuzhu, it's just a matter of your words."

"If mom asks, just say I agreed. If she asks me, I will say that's what I meant." Cheng Zhiwei kept her posture to the lowest level.

She was an ant in Zhou Lin's palm. She couldn't escape from his grasp. There was no need for him to put such thought into her.