"Cold, so cold..."

Lu Man muttered in a daze in her sleep.

"Isn't it just a hangover? Does she have to bully me with the warmth of the house?" Thinking of this, she struggled to stand up and wanted to go and have a look, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

Her head hurt as well. She must be ill.

The position beside her suddenly moved, and then there was a quilt on her body, but the quilt was hard and not warm at all.

"F*ck, when I recover, I must buy the four silk sets I took a fancy to last time! Chen Feiyu, who do you think you are?"

Hearing her nonsense, the person who covered her with the quilt paused, and there was a trace of surprise in his deep eyes.

"Four sets of silk?"

However, before his voice had died away, the woman had already leaned over, muttering.

In her dream, Lu Man was running quickly toward a warm stove. She held the stove in her arms and stuck herself to it.

The man in the dark night was so active that his whole body stiffened. He reached out and wanted to hug her, but in the end, when he touched her, he took it back.

Finally, in the warmth, Lu Man fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when she woke up, the sky was already bright.

Her head was still hurting. She struggled to sit up and hooked the slippers by the bed with her toes.

She didn't manage to hook up with him.

However, he still failed to hook up with her.

Did Huang take her slippers away again? She opened her eyes angrily and muttered, "Huang, when I catch you, you..."

Before she finished her words, she screamed out.

"Where is this place?"

In front of her was not the floor of her small apartment, but a piece of mud.

And this mud wall house, which could be seen at a glance, was not the small apartment that she had bought painstakingly! The most valuable furniture here was the shabby bed that she had just got out of!

The man on the bed was woken up by her. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at her. "Xiaoman? What's wrong with you?"

"Ah!!!" Lu Man screamed again. "Who are you?"

The man frowned and reached out to touch her forehead. "How do you feel?"

Lu Man waved his hand away. "What about me? Tell me! Who are you? How did you get me here?"

The man then sat up and looked at her suspiciously. "You are my wife. I picked you up from the mountains!"

As the thunder rumbled, Lu Man closed her eyes subconsciously and lay back on the bed.

"In your dreams, in your dreams..."

The man drew closer to listen. The next second, the corners of his mouth twitched.

He got up and put on his clothes. He looked back at Lu Man, who was still trying to hypnotize himself. There was a trace of reluctance in his calm eyes.

He clenched his fists and then loosened his grip. "If you really want to leave me, I'll come back to divorce you after I sell those mountain products. But you, don't look for death anymore!"

After that, he stepped away.

When he walked far away, Lu Man raised her head and saw the shabby house in front of her. Looking carefully, she found that the roof was still dark. A gust of wind blew in through the broken window, and she could feel the dirt on the wall falling down.

This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that the house was really dirty and messy! The ground was full of rubbish and dirt, and only the bed last night could fit people.

Who could tell her what was going on? She just saw with her own eyes that Chen Feiyu cheated on her. He tore her up and then went to buy a drunk man. How could she come to this damn place for no reason?

While she was thinking, there was a sharp sound at the door.

"Sanlang's wife, the sun is setting. What kind of corpse are you? Don't think that you don't have to work because you're looking for death. Get up and cook!"