Chapter 681: Wetting The Bed?
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
That night she fell asleep very late, and when she woke up the next day, it was already 8:30 a.m.
Chen Jiahang knocked at the door outside for a long time.
“Bang, bang, bang”, the sound was quite loud.
Unable to speak, he could only knock at the door.
This time, he looked quite nervous, face red and his forehead sweating a little.
He heard others saying that some of the newly bought wives, out of fear and unwillingness, would hang themselves and commit suicide.
He was now worried about that right now.
“Bang, bang, bang”, he knocked hard at the door again, his palms sweating all over.
Seeing the door still closed, he lifted his foot directly, ready to kick open the wooden door. However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps finally came from the room, and then the door opened with a “squeak”.
He Xiyan stood at the door. She looked at the sweaty man with doubts in her eyes.
She didn’t understand why he knocked so hard at the door.
Seeing her standing in front of himself safe and sound, Chen Jiahang gave a long breath out of relief.
Thank G.o.d, she did not commit suicide. Just now she really scared him.
He reached out his hands, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the hall where he had prepared breakfast. There were two bowls of noodles made from sweet potatoes together with two pancakes.
Besides these, there was a plastic cup, a toothbrush, toothpaste and a new towel on the table.
He stuffed them into her hands. Then he opened the back door of the hall and pointed to a water tank in the front of the backyard, telling her to brush her teeth and wash her face there.
He had prepared these daily necessities in advance, which the purchaser of the village brought back a month ago at his request.
Knowing that there were girls sold here this month, he had prepared everything in advance.
When she went to wash her face and brush teeth, he went into the bedroom and opened the two wardrobes.
He took several clothes out of the wardrobe, two of which were his, and two of which were prepared by him for her to change. Cheap cloth clothes though, they were both newly bought and had been washed.
He changed into clean clothes and put her clothes on the bed.
The quilt still covered the bed. He looked at it, seeming very unaccustomed to it in the daytime.
Immediately, he reached out hands and lifted it up, then quickly folded it into a standard square.
Just as he finished, however, he frowned doubtfully and looked at a big watermark on the sheet with great shock.
Did his wife wet the bed? He had told her where the toilet was last night; how could she still do this?
Chen Jiahang felt incredible, showing an expression of astonishment.
He looked at the dirty sheet and quickly pulled it out of the bed.
Although he lived in such an adobe house in the countryside, he actually preferred cleanliness. He could be said to be the cleanest person in the village.
No, he suddenly looked at the sheet in his hand again, looking at the water stain on it.
Intuition told him it was not urine, it was…
The smell of blood in the air made him suddenly nervous.
He held the sheet so tightly that his hands even trembled.
Was it blood? Was it really blood?
Chen Jiahang was frightened and suddenly turned pale because of tenseness.
He rushed out of the room to look for her in the front of the backyard.
At this time, He Xiyan just came out of the toilet. She looked very anxious and her face was red, as if worried about something.