Ling Aotian didn't say anything, scooped up half the bowl and handed it over, saying in a commanding tone: "Eat another half bowl."
Liu Xiaoya had no choice but to lower her head and continue eating.
Ling Aotian had finished eating. He sat there and looked at Liu Xiaoya silently. Liu Xiaoya felt his gaze on her. She felt a sense of oppression in her heart and did not dare to raise her head.
Finally finishing the meal, Liu Xiaoya stood up and put away the bowl.
"Put it down." Ling Aotian's voice was low, but Liu Xiaoya did not dare to disobey, so she put down the bowl in her hand.
"Go back to your room and lie down."
"Oh." Liu Xiaoya walked out of the kitchen, washed her hands, and walked to her room.
When I opened the door, nothing in the room had changed. The floor was clean, and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded.
She walked to the bed with some surprise, stretched out her fingers and wiped them on the edge of the bed and the bedside table. There was not even a speck of dust on her fingers.
She looked at the quilt on the bed in confusion. She had slept in Ling Aotian's room for a few days. She thought the bed must have been filled with dust, but she didn't expect it to be so clean. Who was cleaning it for her?
Ling Aotian? Is it possible?
Liu Xiaoya was in a daze when Ling Aotian's voice sounded from behind: "What are you doing?"
Liu Xiaoya turned around and looked at him nervously.
"Go upstairs!" Ling Aotian's voice was a little angry.
"Oh, I...I'll go right away." Liu Xiaoya had no choice but to walk out, and Ling Aotian stepped aside to let her pass.
Liu Xiaoya walked up the stairs, and she could still feel the eyes staring at her from behind, making her very uncomfortable.
Walking into Ling Aotian's bedroom, Liu Xiaoya stood there for a long time. She had been lying on the bed for a few days and didn't want to sleep anymore.
She walked out, looking for something to do, but everything in the room was clean. In addition to taking care of her these days, Ling Aotian was cleaning the room. She had seen it before, and it seemed that this grown man had to do housework.
She thought again that her room was so clean. Could it be that Ling Aotian cleaned it too?
But she always couldn't believe it.
She walked back to the bedroom and saw that the clothes Ling Aotian had changed in the past few days were still piled there, and she couldn't help but want to wash them.
When she turned around, she saw blood and potion stains on the quilt. It was so ugly that she thought she might as well take it all apart and wash it.
She pulled the quilt and was about to take it off when Ling Aotian's voice came from behind: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Her hands shook, turned around and said, "I..."
She wanted to say: "I'm not going to sleep, I'm going to do the laundry."
But Ling Aotian had already walked up to her, bent down to pick her up, put her on the bed, and took off her shoes.
Liu Xiaoya's face turned red and she hurriedly said: "I... I will take it off myself..."
Ling Aotian didn't say anything. He took off her shoes and her coat and said, "Go to sleep."
Ling Aotian's commanding tone made Liu Xiaoya dare not disobey, so she had no choice but to lie down.
Ling Aotian went out and closed the door.
Liu Xiaoya lay helplessly on the bed. This man was too overbearing and cared too much about her. She didn't want to sleep and forced her to sleep on the bed. But she didn't dare to refuse and didn't even say "no".
Dare to say it.
Liu Xiaoya listened to the noise outside. She wished that Ling Aotian drove to the street so that she could get up and move around.
After a long time without hearing any movement in the living room, Liu Xiaoya couldn't sleep, so she secretly got up, put on her clothes and walked out.
Ling Aotian was not in the living room. Liu Xiaoya walked gently downstairs and saw that his car was gone. She immediately relaxed and let out a long breath.
She was always nervous when she was with this so-called husband.