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“It’s only natural for a son to sleep with his father,” Song Jingyun added.
Just like how he sleeps with his wife.
Indeed.
A son should be with his father.
Even if he really likes his uncle, he shouldn’t sleep with him.
“And if you don’t sleep with your father, he might feel quite down,” Song Jingyun added once more.
That’s true.
He has only one father, and his father has only one son. Since he can remember, he has always slept with his father. If he were to suddenly seek out someone else, his father would definitely feel down.
Although Zhu Guangtai felt dejected, he wasn’t stubborn. He simply replied with an “Oh,” then hugged the wooden basin tightly. “Uncle, you should go to bed early.”
“You should go to bed early too,” Song Jingyun yawned, placed the wooden basin down, and went back to his room.
After taking off his outer garments and lying down, he looked at Jiang Mixia, who was already half asleep. Song Jingyun quietly slipped into bed, relieved that he didn’t startle Jiang Mixia. He then pulled up the covers, stretched lazily, and took a deep breath.
The air was filled with the pleasant scent from his wife.
It was comforting and reassuring.
Song Jingyun closed his eyes.
Jiang Mixia suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
The reason for his sudden awakening was a dream.
In the dream, he and Song Jingyun had no money and empty stomachs, forcing them to perform on the streets to earn a living. The act they performed was an incredibly challenging feat: crushing large stones on his chest.
Stones were placed on his chest, and Song Jingyun wielded a large stone to smash them.
One, two, three times…
Song Jingyun’s strength was insufficient, and despite many attempts, the large stone remained unbroken. Each blow left Jiang Mixia feeling increasingly suffocated.
Feeling anxious, she tried to tell Song Jingyun how to exert more force, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t get up.
The more she struggled, the more suffocated she felt, and in her distress, she woke up, drenched in sweat.
After waking, Jiang Mixia felt uneasy.
Normally, as a dutiful husband, he and Jiang Mixia always slept back to back, maintaining their respective boundaries.
Even when lying flat, their large bed provided ample space, allowing them to lie comfortably without encroaching on each other’s space.
But now…
The husband was pressed up against her, nestled closely.
She could distinctly feel his warm breath against her cheek, and his arm draped over her. The husband had grown much stronger than before, and his arm certainly had some weight to it.
No wonder she dreamt of struggling to breathe under the crushing stones.
Feeling exasperated, Jiang Mixia removed her husband’s arm and even shifted him away from her, creating some distance between them.
With more space to sleep, Jiang Mixia felt a sense of relief and prepared to close her eyes for a peaceful sleep.
“Don’t fuss.”
Her husband grumbled and snuggled back close to Jiang Mixia, his arm once again resting on her.
Jiang Mixia, “…”
After pushing Song Jingyun away again, Jiang Mixia flipped him over so that he was facing away from her.
But when Jiang Mixia opened her eyes again, she found that Song Jingyun was still pressed up against her, his arm still resting on her.
Jiang Mixia, “…”
Pushing didn’t work, but leaving things as they were didn’t help either. His arm resting on her was clearly affecting his sleep.
After contemplating for a while, Jiang Mixia removed Song Jingyun’s arm once more, then placed her own arm over him, and to prevent him from turning over, she even rested her leg on him.
After a while, Song Jingyun didn’t move a muscle.
Indeed, only magic could defeat magic!
Jiang Mixia closed her eyes, adjusted her position, and even found his physique quite comfortable.
Content, she yawned and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When the rooster crowed, Song Jingyun woke up.
Even without opening his eyes, he realized that Jiang Mixia’s arm was resting on him, along with her leg draped over him.
Song Jingyun, “…”
Why was his wife so restless in her sleep?
He carefully pushed Jiang Mixia’s arm and leg away, intending to turn over and resume sleeping. However, as he moved, Jiang Mixia’s arm once again found its way back over him, and this time, it was even tighter.
Song Jingyun, “…”
Compared to how his wife used to sleep, keeping as much distance as possible, her current sleep behavior was quite peculiar. Moreover, she seemed to be muttering something in her sleep.
Perhaps she had a nightmare? Maybe that’s why she’s holding on to him tightly.
After all, when he felt scared, he also yearned to hold onto his wife.
The more Song Jingyun thought about it, the more convinced he became that this was indeed the case.
“Darling, don’t be afraid. Dreams are all fake, don’t be afraid…” Song Jingyun struggled to free one hand from Jiang Mixia’s embrace, gently patting her back.
Once Jiang Mixia was sleeping soundly, Song Jingyun closed his eyes again to sleep.
In the early morning, Jiang Mixia woke up before Song Jingyun.
As she awoke, she noticed that her arm and leg were still resting steadily on Song Jingyun, who was now sleeping peacefully.
It seems this method works well, Jiang Mixia thought.
In the following nights, to prevent herself from dreaming of the distressing scenario of crushing stones on her chest, Jiang Mixia decided that when Song Jingyun was asleep, she would just rest her arm and leg directly on him.
The next morning, Jiang Mixia would always find Song Jingyun sleeping soundly, lying flat and peaceful.
Jiang Mixia was quite satisfied with this arrangement.
On the contrary, Song Jingyun’s furrowed brow grew even deeper.
This nightmare shouldn’t be happening every day, yet she insists on holding him every night…
Could it be that she enjoys sleeping while holding onto him? But why?
Song Jingyun couldn’t quite understand.
As he thought about it, he decided it wasn’t worth pondering over. After all, as long as his wife liked it, it was fine.
Being held by his wife while sleeping wasn’t something to be embarrassed about.
After a fierce internal struggle, the dutiful husband eventually accepted and even grew accustomed to his wife’s recent quirk, and eventually, he even came to like it.
As being held by his wife seemed to make him sleep more soundly and peacefully…
After a busy month, the construction of Zhu Yongwu’s home and the completion of the kiln were drawing to a close.
Feeling like he had overstayed his welcome with the Jiang family, Zhu Yongwu, after arranging the furniture and tidying up, moved with Zhu Guangtai to their new home.
(End of Chapter)