"What a narcissist." I refused to admit it.
Theo chuckled and hugged me tightly, saying in an attractive voice, “Sleep a while more."
I nodded but could not sleep. I was looking at the ceiling, thinking how wonderful it would be if I could see him every morning when I woke up from now on.
Unable to go back to sleep, Theo and I got up.
After washing up, I went to the balcony and heard the laughter of a child downstairs. I looked down.
Munchkin was having a snow fight with Quinn. They were both wrapped in thick down jackets, throwing unevenly formed snowballs at each other. They laughed uncontrollably whenever they hit the other party. They were clearly having the time of their lives.
Theo was done washing up and walked over to embrace me, asking, "Do you want to play?"
I nodded and turned around to push him. "Hurry up and get changed so we can go downstairs and have fun together."
As we walked toward the cloakroom and walked past the bed, I lifted the covers. Sure enough, I saw blood o n the sheets again.
How many times had this happened? I could not help but feel a little scared.
Theo did not hear my footsteps and turned back to look at me. "What's wrong?”
I had already put down the covers, hence he did not see it. I said with a slight smile, "Nothing. Go and get changed. I need to use the bathroom."
He nodded. "Okay."
Later, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before going to the changing room.
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