usatvline Chapter 386 Hmm, insightful!
Chapter 386 Hmm, insightful!
Chapter 386 Hmm, insightful!
For working people, the most important thing about rest days is that they don't have to get up early.
Without the annoying alarm clock urging you on, the morning rhythm becomes slow and pleasant, allowing you to wake up naturally from your dreams and give your body and mind a full rest and relaxation.
This freedom to control when you wake up is a precious moment that's hard to come by during busy workdays.
Yu Huan slept soundly, and in his drowsy state, he suddenly felt an itchy sensation on the soles of his feet. He tucked his feet in, but the itching was like a persistent, lingering itch.
He struggled to open his eyes; he had just woken up, and everything in his vision was blurry.
He raised his head slightly and vaguely saw Lin Yourong in a pink cotton nightgown, bending over at the foot of the bed, seemingly tickling his feet, with a mischievous smile on her face.
The couple looked at each other.
Lin Yourong paused slightly, straightened her back, and her clear, melodious voice echoed in the bedroom:
"Honey, you can really sleep! Get up, it's already past ten o'clock!"
"Let me take a nap a little longer. I don't have anything else to do this morning."
Yu Huan's lips moved slightly as she mumbled sleepily, her head quickly falling onto the soft pillow.
He turned over slightly, lying on his side with his body hunched over.
The air conditioner's indoor unit emitted a soft "whooshing" sound, continuously delivering warm air, making Yu Huan feel extremely comfortable and pleasant, and she continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing this, Lin Yourong went around to the head of the bed, reached out and pinched his earlobe gently, and said coquettishly, "You said you were going to work out and get eight-pack abs, right? I'm getting up at eight o'clock anyway, and I'll be done exercising!"
Yu Huan pulled the blanket up to cover her head.
A deep, hoarse voice drifted out slowly from under the covers:
"Honey, look at us working people. We're like wind-up toys. We finally get a day off, but then the wind goes out and we have to enjoy this time of relaxation. We can exercise anytime, but this precious time for sleeping in is rare!"
Seeing him spouting nonsense while lazily snuggling in bed, Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle and lightly patted his back.
She sat sideways on the edge of the bed and said coquettishly:
"You! Once you sleep in, you become so lethargic, like a marshmallow with no energy at all. How can you have any spirit? When it comes to fitness, you have to stick to it. If you keep putting it off, you'll never get those eight-pack abs!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan reached out from under the covers and swung her hand limply in the air as if it had no bones.
"Sleep a little longer, just a little longer, my dear wife, please stop bothering me."
After saying that, he wrapped the blanket around himself even tighter.
Lin Yourong couldn't help but smile when she heard the title "My Dear Wife".
She reached out and gently pushed Yu Huan's shoulder from under the covers, and said softly, "Okay then, darling, I'll come and wake you at eleven o'clock."
"it is good."
As Yu Huan uttered this word, he let out a big yawn.
He buried himself completely in the blankets, the silence so profound he could hear his own breathing.
A series of soft footsteps suddenly sounded from beside the bed, gradually fading into the distance, and finally accompanied by the slight knocking of the door, after which everything in the bedroom returned to silence.
Yu Huan, who had originally planned to take another nap, now felt her consciousness becoming increasingly clear, as if sunlight were piercing through a fog.
My brain, like a wound-up toy, started operating uncontrollably.
He rolled over in bed, opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling. He pondered his recent plans for a while, then sat up with his back against the headboard.
He picked up his phone from beside his pillow, unlocked it, opened WeChat, and browsed the messages in the work group for a while.
Everyone was chatting and joking around, not saying anything serious. Yu Huan quickly swiped his thumb across the screen and finished reviewing the memorials in no time.
Yu Huan glanced at the upper left corner; it was already 10:43. She then threw off the covers and got out of bed.
He casually grabbed the remote control from the bedside table, turned off the air conditioner, and then quickly dressed.
As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, my eyes were drawn to Lin Yourong's profile on the sofa.
She leaned back on the sofa with her back straight, holding a book in her hands, her expression particularly focused and serious, radiating an intellectual beauty from within.
Yu Huan thought to himself, "As expected of my wife, she even reads books to enrich herself in her spare time."
He stretched as he walked, and could hear his bones cracking and popping.
Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps echoed leisurely in the living room.
Suddenly.
Lin Yourong raised her head.
In the instant their eyes met, Yu Huan could keenly detect a flicker of panic in her eyes.
Lin Yourong quickly closed the book, placed it on her lap, and then looked slightly flustered, instinctively reaching out to cover the title.
"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep a little longer? Why did you get up?" She spoke in a deliberately serious tone, trying to hide her unease.
"I can't sleep," Yu Huan replied casually.
He had actually noticed Lin Yourong's unusual behavior, but he pretended not to notice and slowly walked up to her.
Yu Huan paused slightly, then said casually, "Honey, what time are we going to your parents' place?"
Before the words of distraction had even finished, Yu Huan's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
Before Lin Yourong could react, he swiftly snatched the book from her hands.
Lin Yourong immediately raised her hand and tried to grab in the air, but missed.
Yu Huan took a step back and lifted the cover to her eyes to take a look:
Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus 3: X Love Edition
The book title caught his eye, especially the three rather sensational characters at the end, which made Yu Huan pause for a moment.
I initially thought Lin Yourong was reading some world classic, she seemed so engrossed, but it turns out she was reading a book about relationships between men and women...
Yu Huan's smile widened, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Hearing his laughter, Lin Yourong seemed to enter a state of blushing, her face flushed like a magnificent sunset, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her snow-white neck.
Her expression was a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. She quickly stood up to snatch it back, raising her voice to shout, "What are you doing? Give me back my book!"
Lin Yourong's eyes held a hint of reproach and even more of embarrassment and annoyance, making her look like an annoyed kitten, which was extremely cute.
Yu Huan took another step back, casually flipped through the book, glanced at it briefly, and then, looking at the chapter title, mischievously read aloud: "Men are like blowtorches, women are like furnaces—hmm, insightful!"
The words fell.
He suppressed a smile as he closed the book and handed it to the fierce, love-obsessed warrior. He'd only handed it halfway when Lin Yourong impatiently snatched it away, clutching it tightly to her chest as if afraid Yu Huan would snatch it back.
Her chest heaved with her rapid breathing.
"You're just teasing me!" Lin Yourong emphasized playfully. "This is a book about sex and relationships, not the kind of... you think it is..."
"The kind I thought it was?" Yu Huan asked jokingly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong immediately turned her back to him, stomped her left foot, and said angrily in a hurry, "You know perfectly well what I'm asking! I'm ignoring you!"
Yu Huan glanced at her bright red earlobes and saw that she seemed a little embarrassed and angry and about to sulk, so she quickly stopped smiling and stepped forward.
He gently hugged Lin Yourong from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said softly, "Wife, I was wrong. I shouldn't have laughed at you! I know you're learning how to maintain our relationship, which is a good thing."
Yu Huan's tone was full of flattery, and he even gently shook Lin Yourong's body.
Lin Yourong snorted, twisted her shoulders, and tried to break free from Yu Huan's embrace, but not too forcefully. She muttered, "Who told you to suddenly snatch my book like that! You startled me!"
Her slightly coquettish gesture brought a smile to Yu Huan's lips, and he quickly said, "Wife, I was just curious!"
Lin Yourong turned her head slightly and glared at Yu Huan: "You're the only one who's right."
Yu Huan coughed slightly, let go of his hand to avoid making the pure love warrior too embarrassed, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, changing the subject, "After I wash up, I'll go to your parents' place?"
"up to you."
Lin Yourong glanced at his retreating figure, bit her lip, and the shyness in her heart lingered for a long time...
Yu Huan went into the bathroom, first used the toilet to release the wastewater that had accumulated overnight, then turned around and went to the sink to turn on the tap.
The cold tap water flowed "whoosh," and he splashed a handful of water on his face before looking up at himself in the mirror.
Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were still somewhat sleepy.
Water droplets slid down her forehead, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly again. In her mind, Lin Yourong's shy and charming appearance was still there.
In this fast-paced modern society, people often get lost in their busyness, and their emotions become fragile and easily broken.
But the Pure Love Warrior is different. You can see from the little things in her life that she cherishes relationships very much and is willing to spend time and energy reading books and researching information to better understand each other, just to make their relationship more harmonious.
Yu Huan sighed deeply with emotion, suddenly remembering that Lao Lin had once told him to take care of himself.
Looking at the stubble around his lips, he picked up the manual six-layer razor that Lin Yourong had bought for him, slightly raised his chin, and gently placed it against his cheek, shaving downwards.
Wherever it goes, the skin gradually becomes smooth.
After shaving, Yu Huan leisurely finished washing up, dried his face with a towel, and then walked out of the bathroom.
Just then, Lin Yourong, who had changed into a knee-length trench coat, strode out from the bedroom doorway.
The couple were in perfect sync, their destination was the same, and they walked briskly toward the front door.
When Yu Huan saw his wife's slightly downturned lips and her slightly furrowed brows, he couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Is the pure love warrior really angry?"
He quickly stopped at the door, cleared his throat, and said sincerely and apologetically, "Dear Ms. Lin Yourong, I, Yu Huan, hereby solemnly apologize to you for taking your book! If I do it again, I will be punished by doing all the housework for a month."
After saying this, he knelt on one knee and placed one hand on his chest.
Seeing his serious expression, Lin Yourong finally couldn't help but break into a smile and burst out laughing.
She hurried over and reached out to pull Yu Huan up, saying, "Get up! You're always causing trouble."
Yu Huan stood up and took Lin Yourong's small hand in return, smiling as she said, "It's good that you're not angry. Are you ready? Let's go to your parents' place now?"
Lin Yourong countered, "Would you like to eat something first? There's some whole wheat toast at home."
"You can have one to tide you over."
"Hmm." Lin Yourong nodded, released Yu Huan's hand, and went to the kitchen.
Seeing this, Yu Huan squatted down under the TV cabinet to get the milk and asked loudly, "Wife, would you like some milk?"
"You can take a few more bottles and put them in the car," Lin Yourong's voice came from a distance.
"Okay," Yu Huan replied.
Before long, the two got dressed and went out, one after the other downstairs, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
It was somewhat shady here, a stark contrast to the warmth inside.
Yu Huan was munching on a slice of whole wheat bread when he looked at his wife's graceful back in front of him. He couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her head, which was covered by a fisherman's hat.
Lin Yourong immediately turned around and gave him a reproachful look: "Just eat your food and don't touch me."
Yu Huan chuckled, quickly finished the bread, patted the crumbs off his hands, and then pulled a bottle of milk from his bulging pocket.
As the two walked out of the building, the sunlight, as if filtered through a sieve, fell weakly down.
The camphor tree branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
"Honey, the weather seems pretty nice today!" Lin Yourong's voice was filled with immense joy.
"Yes, the sun is out—though not very bright." Yu Huan sipped her milk and followed her toward the garage door.
The pace of rest days is slow and leisurely.
The BMW was moving slowly and steadily in the slow lane on the right.
Yu Huan slumped lazily in the driver's seat, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping lightly.
There weren't many vehicles on the road at this time of day; occasionally one or two would drive by, but they were all moving slowly.
“Honey, do you think Mom made stir-fried beef with yellow peppers again for lunch today? Although Mom’s cooking is really good, I’m getting a little tired of eating the same thing all the time.” Yu Huan suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence in the car.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle softly.
She turned her gaze away from the window and looked at Yu Huan, saying, "It's like this, if I casually remark on how delicious a dish is, then that dish will frequently appear on the table afterward."
Yu Huan nodded in deep agreement: "My mom is the same way. During winter vacation before, she used to make sweet and sour pork ribs for me all the time. I was really tired of it back then. But now, I really want to go home and eat my mom's sweet and sour pork ribs."
Hearing his somewhat wistful words, Lin Yourong gently patted his arm and said with a touch of comfort, "Don't worry, you'll be able to eat it in another week!"
"Yes, the New Year is just around the corner." Yu Huan smiled brightly.
(End of this chapter)