Chapter 18 newborn

There is such a plot: late at night, you are lying on your own bed; outside the screen glass, the neon lights have long been extinguished, and the street lamps are burned on the window, blossoming like sparks.You haven’t finished reading the bedside novel, and after turning a few pages, you fell asleep and had a nightmare. In the dream, there was an obscene man, who said: “If you are late again, you will be fired; Humiliate you." You haven't woken up, you're used to it; it's hard to find food. At seven thirty, the alarm clock rings. Knowing that, you fell asleep for a while, afraid that the man in your dream would further harm you, so you squinted your eyes and sat up.

The morning light shines through the window, and you start to realize that there is a man next to your pillow. You don't know him, but he sleeps soundly and calmly. "Who are you?" Hit him with a pillow. "Old... Wife, why did you hit me?" The man rubbed his eyes and looked at you. "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" There are more and more questions. "I'm your husband, of course I'm on your bed; we've slept on this bed every night for the past two years; you think the mattress is too hard to absorb the shock, so I'll change it today." The man took the trouble and explained in detail.

You stare at him, reach out your hand under the bed, and want to whip out an iron rod to beat him; you live alone, and you are afraid of accidents, and weapons are hidden all over the house.The iron bars are gone, and apart from the alarm clock, there is no piece of furniture that you are used to. "What's going on here?" You exclaimed palely. "That's what happened." The man thought you were pretending to be ignorant, and threw himself on your belly, touching and pinching it. You kick him away, and he's a little lost.The man's appearance is not bad, so you think about it: having such a husband, in fact, is not bad. "I...I have to go to work." You opened the closet, and there were pajamas inside. "You've stopped working a long time ago. I'll support you, and you're only responsible for consumption. Occasionally, beat me up." The man looked aggrieved, but it was a happy grievance.

You walk out of the bedroom, and the dining room is huge. The maid is putting two fried eggs with bacon and freshly squeezed soybean milk on the table. "My wife got up really early today." The maid saw you as if she were an old friend.Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the Victoria Harbor is shining brightly. "Is this a scary ghost story, or a fairy tale?" Confused, you sit down and start lounging for breakfast...