She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Sister, the room is ready, go to bed."

As soon as Yan Zhan went upstairs, Tongnian followed him.

After fiddling with it for more than ten minutes, he ran down and called Manshu.

Manshu was sitting on the sofa, his nerves tense.

At this moment, she heard Tongnian calling her, so she quickly got up and followed Tongnian upstairs.

"Here, this is your room."

Childhood opened a door and pushed Mansu inside.

"The toiletries are in the bathroom. Remember, don't let the wound come into contact with water."

"Thank you, Dr. Tong." Manshu glanced inside the room.

I have to say, I was pretty quick at cleaning my room when I was a kid.

Maybe it's because he is a surgeon and has nimble hands and feet.

Even the quilt on the bed was neatly made.

When childhood saw the little girl was so soft, he reached out to touch her hair, but Manshu turned his head away.

"Okay, go to bed!"

If you are not allowed to touch my head, then don’t touch it.

Childhood doesn't matter.

As he kindly helped Manshu close the door, he deliberately glanced at the next room.

Next to Manshu is Yan Zhan’s master bedroom!

Yan Zhan doesn't like people sleeping on the same floor with him. Even if they do, he doesn't like people sleeping next to him.

Please note that this "next to" does not just refer to his bed or room, but even the next room!

Don’t ask, the answer is that he doesn’t like to hear other people breathing when sleeping!

When I was a child, I thought Yan Zhan's hobby was extremely picky and crazy.

Who the hell can hear the breathing in the next room? Do you think you have super hearing?

But this person has always been like this. Even when booking a hotel, he would book two adjacent rooms together. He was speechless.

Of course, Yan Zhan would be happier if every floor could be settled.

In fact, normal breathing sounds are not audible, but if there is a creature snoring loudly next door, Yan Zhan can really hear it.

He developed this habit because he didn't sleep well when he was a child, or because of his upbringing, which made him feel insecure and have a strong sense of territory.

He is like the king of the jungle, who will not allow anyone to sleep soundly beside his bed.

Manshu had no idea about this situation. She washed herself carefully and saw the white bandage and beautiful bow around her neck in the mirror.

I don't know whether to say that his childhood was childish or to praise him for his dexterity.

The two ends of the bow are very symmetrical, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Manshu tried his best to look at the wound, because as soon as he looked at it, the scene of his previous life would automatically appear in his mind.

Intense fear and hatred washed over her like a wave in the dark night.

After washing up, Manshu also called his friend next door.

"I slept at my friend's house tonight. It's too late. I won't go back."

"Well, don't worry, friends are reliable."

"Ok."

Manshu hung up the phone after being told by his friends.

Then he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

However, I still fell into the nightmare of my previous life in the middle of the night.

In the dream, Yan Siyu had a ferocious and crazy expression. She had a huge belly and heard the sound of a scalpel cutting through her belly.

Manshu kept struggling, crying, and begging for mercy. After seeing the indifferent faces of the two people in the dream, he also became crazy.

The sound of her nightmare woke up Yan Zhan, who was already in a light sleep.

Yan Zhan opened his eyes in the middle of the night, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up suddenly.

His hearing was different from that of ordinary people, and the noises from the next room, sometimes crying and sometimes shouting, were too loud for him.

Without thinking, he put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.

Walking to the next door, he raised his hand and knocked.

Unfortunately, the people in the room couldn't hear anything and were still struggling in their dreams.

Yan Zhan just thought that she was frightened by today's hostage-taking, so she had a nightmare.

He frowned, suppressed his impatience, put his hand on the door handle, and opened the door from the outside.