Chapter 244 A Couple Who Are Strangers to Each Other

Aimoye didn't know how she fell asleep.

As I get older, I always have to get up to go to the bathroom at night, sometimes several times.

She went to the bathroom in a daze, then lay back on the bed in a daze. When she felt the warm body next to her, she was still a little unable to react.

It felt good in the hand, and the muscle texture was strong and obvious. She groped down a few more times in the dark, not knowing what she had caught.

Suddenly, a low, warning voice sounded in the dark night.

"Ai Moye."

Being called by her first and last name, the little pregnant woman immediately woke up from her half-asleep state. When she opened her eyes, the voice-activated desk lamp turned on.

The marshal looked at her calmly, always calm, "I didn't even notice that you are still a hidden female gangster."

Ai Moye: "...Ahaha."

Di Lie always sleeps well, lying flat on his back gracefully. Whatever your posture is before going to bed, when you wake up in the morning, even your nightgown will not be messy.

But at this moment, his clothes were pulled open by some gangster, and he looked completely ravaged and miserable, as embarrassed as he wanted to be.

Even at this time, the marshal was quite calm and had no intention of discussing the hooligan behavior just now with Ai Moye.

Ai Moye tidied up his clothes awkwardly, and then covered him with a quilt thoughtfully.

"You continue to sleep, it was just an accident, I promise not to mess up again!"

After she lay down, she turned her back to Di Lie and closed her eyes in shame.

After the light went out, someone restlessly came up.

Aimoye thought he was asleep, but unexpectedly, he came very close and hugged her from behind, his arms carefully avoiding her stomach, and his other hand gently held her wrist.

"Uncle Di, are you planning to act like a hooligan too?" Ai Moye wasn't sure what this meant.

The marshal said grandly, "To prevent you from causing trouble again."

"ah?"

Di Lie gently rubbed her hand and said, "Sleep."

Ai Moye could hardly move, but what should have been a weird posture became particularly suitable because of the difference in height and body shape.

She could put her feet on Di Lie's legs, forming a head-down and feet-high posture, and use Di Lie's arms as pillows to sleep comfortably.

Just like a wet quail returning from the rain, it finally returns to its warm nest. No matter the lightning, thunder, wind and rain outside, this nest will always be safe and clean.

The disadvantage is that when Di Lie wakes up early, she wakes up too.

During non-war periods, as long as he fell asleep normally, the marshal was used to getting up early and would start a new day around six in the morning.

But in order not to wake up Ai Moye, the marshal didn't get up to wash up until eight o'clock the next morning.

Ai Moye sat on the bedside, stretched lazily, and then yawned and complained, "You didn't go to bed until at least one o'clock last night, right? Uncle Di, you don't sleep every day, why don't you get dark circles under your eyes?"

She had discovered before on a military satellite that once Di Lie got busy, he could work all night long, sometimes even going for several days without closing his eyes to sleep.

Di Lie had already put on his military uniform and was sorting out the metal cufflinks and epaulettes.

"Instead, I'm curious about why little hamsters can sleep eight or even ten hours a day."

In his opinion, it was incredible that Ai Moye could be so lethargic despite sleeping all day long.

If he had slept for such a long time, he would probably have too much energy to vent.

Ai Moye said secretly, "What a black-hearted exploitative capitalist. He doesn't let anyone sleep for eight hours a day. The fine traditions set by our ancestors were ruined by you, Zhou Peiping."

After she finished speaking, Di Lie, fully dressed, walked towards the bed.

I thought the marshal was here to reason, but unexpectedly he just sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs gracefully.

"Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Aimoye said, "What?"

Di Lie lowered his eyes and stared at her pregnant belly, as if he wanted to touch it, but in the end he held back.

"It's so big, won't it be uncomfortable?"

Ai Moye smiled sheepishly and looked at her belly, "It's not that big yet. I heard that it will only become like this when it gets older."

At least for now, she just has trouble sleeping peacefully at night and has trouble bending down and squatting down. Everything else is fine.

There was no emotion or joy in the marshal's expression, so Aimoye didn't know what he was thinking.

He thought about it for a long time, but in the end he just said, "You don't have to do everything yourself. Being lazy is also a tact that adults must learn."

Aimoye said melancholy, "I always feel that you are teaching me bad things."

The marshal smiled easily, stretched out his hand to rub her head, "I'll go back to the military headquarters first, and you can rest for a few more days."

"Oh." Ai Moye pursed her lips.

The marshal left soon, leaving Ai Moye here to continue transforming the garden.

Mrs. Emma laughed from ear to ear when she learned that the two of them had indeed slept under the same quilt last night.

We were in the same room at first, and now we share the same bed. Isn’t that a huge improvement?

Ai Moye sowed the genetically modified seeds and said, "Do you think Uncle Di knows that the little guy in my belly is actually his child?"

She always felt that Di Lie already knew, otherwise he wouldn't have never asked about the child's father.

But the marshal accepted it so calmly, which made her feel deeply unreal.

Mrs. Emma dug the ground with her mecha and said with a smile, "Don't care whether he knows it or not. As long as the baby is born, has independent human rights, and is still a living little baby, he will not do anything to you."

Ai Moye asked in confusion, "You really don't know. Does Uncle Di know?"

"What you said is too convoluted. I'm just an old man and I don't quite understand it." Mrs. Emma said innocently.

In the afternoon, Ai Moye brewed several medicines and asked Mrs. Emma to pass them to Wen La.

"The Chinese medicine potion I prepared myself may be able to help a little."

Mrs. Emma asked Mary to do it, and still had no interference in Aimoye's decision.

A few days later, Aimoye received a call from Wenla, but at this moment she had returned to the military satellite.

"That medicine of yours has a strange taste and a strange shape. It is said to be a nutrient solution, but the color is wrong." Wen La said on the phone. "I have asked many doctors, and they all think it is very strange."

Aimoye asked, "Then have you eaten?"

"I've finished eating." Wen La is a gentle person, but he also rushes to the doctor when he's sick. He can put medicine into his stomach as long as it's medicine.

Ai Moye added, "I will prepare some more in the next two days, and both you and the earl will take it. After all, pregnancy is not something you can accomplish by your own efforts."

Wen La was silent on the phone for a long time, and then said, "I don't know if he is still willing to have a baby with me. We are not as close as before."

Aimoye couldn't comfort her and whispered, "I can't quite understand this feeling."

She didn't even know if she was falling into a love whirlpool, let alone mediating such private matters between husband and wife.

But will two people who fell in love at the beginning really become strangers and have no feelings at all after decades? (End of chapter)