r18novel Chapter 183 In the middle of the night, Su Qingge secretly turned down the air conditioner.
Chapter 183 In the middle of the night, Su Qingge secretly turned down the air conditioner.
In the huge, open space of the living room, the already thin heat completely surrendered.
The central air conditioning vents emitted an almost ferocious roar, and the surging cold waves, like solidified ice blades, frantically cut every inch of Lin Zhou's skin along the ground.
Lin Zhou had been eagerly anticipating Su Qingge coming downstairs to bring warmth, or hearing the imperial decree that the bedroom door would be unlocked, but what awaited him was the ultimate experience of this extremely cold place.
"hiss--!"
He suddenly sprang up from the sofa, curling himself into a ball. The thin air-conditioning blanket was like a few straws swaying in the wind, unable to withstand this all-around magical attack.
"Wife, are you trying to murder your husband?!"
Lin Zhou let out a mournful howl towards the second floor, the sound echoing desolately in the empty living room.
"This is domestic violence! I want to file a complaint! I want to contact the Women's Federation... no, I want to contact the Men's Federation!"
In the bedroom on the second floor, Su Qingge was wrapped in a thick, warm silk quilt, holding her phone screen in her hand, looking at the "Current temperature in the living room: 12℃" displayed on the smart home app, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
Listening to the wailing and howling downstairs, she felt both amused and relieved. She casually picked up the spare pillow that originally belonged to Lin Zhou and punched it hard twice.
"I'll teach you to lie to me, I'll teach you to be the Prince of Lanling, I'll teach you to tie the red string."
Su Qingge muttered to herself on the pillow, like a vengeful little girl.
"If I don't freeze you to death, I'm not a Su."
"Let's see how long you can act so arrogantly outside. No matter how big a singer you are, once you step into my house, you'll have to behave like a popsicle."
She muttered to herself as she listened intently to the sounds outside the door, her mind more conflicted than anyone else's.
Are you really not letting him in?
What if this jerk really catches a cold? Who's going to cook me that perfectly cooked congee with preserved egg and lean pork tomorrow morning? And who's going to try all sorts of tricks to get Nuonuo out of bed?
Su Qingge gritted her teeth, her fingers tracing patterns on the screen for a long time, before finally letting out a cold snort and tossing her phone aside.
Lin Zhou downstairs was so cold that he began to question the meaning of life.
He crossed his arms and bounced back and forth on the expensive Persian carpet, trying to save himself by relying on the second law of thermodynamics, but he found that his body temperature was like throwing a lighter into the ocean in front of this living room of more than 100 square meters.
"drop--"
Another notification sound.
Lin Zhou stared longingly at the air vent, hoping for a miracle to happen.
As a result, the cold wind blew even more merrily.
He could even feel the fine hairs on the tip of his nose condensing into illusory frost flowers in the cold air.
Something's not right.
Lin Zhou stopped hopping around and stood still like a startled kangaroo.
The CPU in his mind, which had been systematically enhanced and was running at an extremely high speed, began to operate frantically.
Based on his understanding of Su Qingge, although this woman had a fiery temper at times, she was definitely not the kind of heartless person who would watch her husband freeze into a dried corpse.
If she really wanted him dead, she could have simply ignored him and let him fend for himself.
The unnecessary action of lowering the temperature clearly carries an extremely strong... signal guidance.
"I see!"
Lin Zhou's eyes lit up, and his handsome face, which had been stiff from the cold, instantly became lively.
"This isn't murder, this is clearly forcing a good woman into prostitution... I mean, forcing her to take the unconventional path!"
He chuckled, rubbing his hands together as he looked up at the second floor.
"Wife, you're really good at this 'scorched earth' strategy."
"Turning the living room into an icebox—isn't that blatantly telling me that besides my warm little nest upstairs, there's nowhere else in the world for me to belong?"
These are steps!
These are special steps that Su Qingge laid out herself, radiating a chilling atmosphere of minus ten degrees Celsius!
If he rushes up to her right now with his pillow, Su Qingge will definitely curse him for being "shameless" while still obediently lifting the covers to let him crawl in.
Having figured this out, Lin Zhou felt completely refreshed, and even the cold air from the air conditioner felt sweet and sour from being in love.
"System, stop playing dead, monitor the route for me, and see what my wife is doing right now."
Lin Zhou called out in his mind.
The system reacted quickly this time, probably because it felt that the host's cowardly behavior was too embarrassing for the system.
[System: Target Su Qingge's breathing rate is currently slightly higher than deep sleep, her body is in a tense state, and she is facing the door sideways.]
[Analysis Conclusion: The target is waiting for the host to 'invade' the target. It is recommended that the host adopt a 'domineering CEO' style of surprise attack, with a success rate of 99.9%.]
"Domineering CEO? I'm so cold my pants are practically gone, what domineering nonsense is that?"
Lin Zhou made a complaint, but his actions were not slow at all.
He grabbed the only pillow on the sofa and draped the thin blanket over himself, looking exactly like a homeless person in distress.
"Never mind, those with thick skin can eat their fill, while those with thin skin can't even touch it."
He tiptoed up the solid wood staircase, like a thief sneaking into a mansion, one step at a time.
The stair treads made an extremely faint creaking sound in the dead of night, but to Lin Zhou it sounded like a deafening thunderclap.
With each step he took, he would stop, hold his breath, and carefully discern the sounds coming from the bedroom.
at last.
He stood once again in front of the tightly closed carved wooden door of the master bedroom.
The warm yellow light shining through the crack in the door had been turned off, but the faint scent of the high-end fragrance that Su Qingge often used still drifted into his nostrils through the crack.
For him, this taste was simply the ultimate source of heat in the world.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, straightened his slightly disheveled bathrobe, and tried to put on a complex expression that was both pitiful and resolute.
"Honey, I'm coming in."
He silently recited a phrase to himself, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the cold metal handle once more.
He was mentally prepared to be locked in again and then ridiculed by Su Qingge.
He had even planned how, after being turned away, he would use the high notes of "Exaggeration" to sing a section of "Parting Sorrow" to gain sympathy.
however.
When he applied force with his fingertips, he gently twisted his wrist.
"Click".
A very faint yet extremely pleasant mechanical clicking sound rang out in the silence.
The door handle turned without any obstruction.
Door……
It really wasn't locked?
Lin Zhou's hand, which was gripping the handle, froze in mid-air, as if he had been frozen in place.
He stared at the slowly emerging crack, only one thought remaining in his mind.
"Plan is in place!"
"Honey, you've really kept this door very discreet."
In the bedroom, Su Qingge was clutching the corner of the blanket tightly. When she heard the door open, her heart almost skipped a beat.
She quickly closed her eyes, tried to regulate her breathing, and cursed inwardly:
"Damn it, why did it take you so long to get up here? Are you frozen stiff?"
Lin Zhou pushed open the door, and a warm breeze rushed towards him, making him let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked at the petite figure on the bed with a slight bulge, and couldn't help but reveal a triumphant, wicked smile that belonged to the Master of Versailles.
"Honey, since the door isn't locked, I won't be polite."