MMB Chapter 182 Lin Zhou: The sofa is so cold, please take me in.
Chapter 182 Lin Zhou: The sofa is so cold, please take me in.
The living room at one in the morning was as quiet as a forgotten museum.
Lin Zhou huddled on that priceless Italian leather sofa, wrapped in a thin, paper-like air conditioning blanket, feeling like a Cinderella being abused by her stepmother.
Genuine leather is like this: in summer it sticks to your skin when you sit on it, and in winter it feels like your bones are frozen solid when you lie on it.
That bone-chilling coldness, even through his thin pajamas, crept up his spine, making his jaw chatter.
"This is no living life for a human being..."
Lin Zhou sniffed, turned over, and tried to warm the skin beneath him with his body heat.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the pale autumn moonlight made the entire living room seem even more empty and desolate.
He looked up and glanced in the direction of the second floor.
The door to the master bedroom remained tightly shut, like an insurmountable wall of sighs, isolating the warm, spring-like paradise within.
"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die."
Lin Zhou stretched a trembling hand out from under the covers and groped for his phone on the coffee table.
The screen lit up, and the glaring light made him squint.
Open WeChat, and the pinned profile picture—a proud little white cat—is none other than Su Qingge.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and began his "ice-breaking operation".
The first wave of attacks: a barrage of emojis.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, sending a string of carefully selected, highly offensive emojis.
[A puppy shivering in the snow.jpg]
[A panda kneeling on a washboard, tears streaming down its face.jpg]
[Wife is hungry, time to eat.jpg]
After sending it, he stared at the screen, eagerly waiting.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
The chat interface was completely silent, without even a "typing" notification.
"Pretending to be asleep, huh? Heartless, aren't you?"
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and decided to intensify his efforts, employing the "nonsense" tactic.
[Lin Zhou: Honey, are you asleep? I can't sleep.]
[Lin Zhou: It's so cold here, and... and there seem to be mosquitoes!]
[Lin Zhou: A big mosquito just bit my face, it's so itchy! What if I get disfigured? You know, I'm a singer who makes a living off my looks.]
Lin Zhou: [Crying][Crying]
Second floor, master bedroom.
Su Qingge was indeed still awake.
She leaned against the headboard, holding a book in her hand, but didn't turn a single page for a long time.
The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating.
She glanced at the screen and saw the message "There are mosquitoes," and her lips twitched involuntarily.
It's late autumn, and the leaves outside are almost all fallen. Where are the mosquitoes coming from?
This man will make up any lie he wants to get the door open.
"Fool."
Su Qingge snorted softly, her finger hovering over the screen for a moment, wanting to reply with "Serves you right," but after thinking about it, she withdrew it.
No.
This time, we must teach him a lesson he won't forget.
If you give in so easily, how will you establish rules in this family? He'll just turn on you like a madman.
With that thought in mind, she decisively turned her phone face down on the table, pulled the blanket over her head, and decided to avoid seeing it and getting annoyed.
downstairs.
Lin Zhou stared at his phone, which remained unresponsive, and began to lose his composure.
"Not even a reply?"
"Are they determined to let me freeze to death here?"
Just then, a "ding" sound suddenly came from deep within my mind.
The system that had been missing for a whole day suddenly came back to life.
[System notification: The system detected that the host's current body temperature is slightly below normal, and the ambient temperature is only 16 degrees Celsius.]
[Recommendation: The host should find a heat source to warm up as soon as possible to avoid affecting bodily functions and causing a cold, fever, or more serious complications.]
Lin Zhou laughed in exasperation.
He mentally retorted fiercely:
"Shut up! You're just being a Monday morning quarterback!"
"If you hadn't made that '5 billion reward' blunder, would I be sleeping on the sofa?"
"Now you know to remind me to find a heat source? Why don't you just conjure up a radiator for me?"
The system fell silent, seemingly realizing it was in the wrong, and wisely logged off again, pretending to be dead.
Lin Zhou sighed and held the phone to his mouth.
It seems we have no choice but to use the ultimate move.
He cleared his throat, gathered his emotions, and pressed the voice call button.
His voice instantly became trembling and weak, as if he was about to die, with a few suppressed coughs mixed in.
"Ahem... Wife..."
"I think... I really do have a fever..."
"My head is spinning, and my hands and feet are freezing cold, it feels like I've fallen into an ice cave..."
"Could you...could you bring me a thick blanket? Or...even just a glass of hot water would be fine..."
Release and send.
This ten-second voice message encapsulates Lin Zhou's lifelong acting skills.
The misery, helplessness, and pitifulness in his story were so poignant that it would break anyone's heart and bring tears to their eyes. Even the most hard-hearted landlady, let alone Su Qingge, would probably waive a month's rent if she heard it.
After sending the message, Lin Zhou tossed his phone aside, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and strained his ears, staring intently at the sounds coming from upstairs.
This is the final gamble.
If this still can't win over his wife, then he'll really be frozen solid on this leather sofa tonight.
Time passed by, second by second.
The living room was eerily quiet, with only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the cracks in the windows.
Just as Lin Zhou's heart was growing colder and he thought there was no hope at all.
Sudden.
A very faint electronic notification sound came from the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor.
"drop--"
That's the sound of the smart home control system receiving a command.
In the stillness of the night, the sound was like heavenly music.
Lin Zhou was jolted awake and sat up abruptly from the sofa, his eyes wide as saucers.
It reacted!
My wife finally softened!
He recognized the voice all too well; it was the notification sound for controlling all the smart devices in the house.
Is my wife turning on the heater for me?
Or is he unlocking the bedroom door?
Lin Zhou was so excited that he almost burst into tears. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and walked barefoot on the floor, looking expectantly at the air conditioner vents and the stairwell.
"My wife still loves me after all!"
"I knew it! How could she bear to let her perfect husband like me freeze?"
however.
next second.
His smile froze instantly.
A gust of wind, even colder and more biting than before, suddenly gushed out from the central air conditioning vents.
It roared like a blizzard in the Arctic.
The temperature in the living room was already low enough, but now it plummeted at a visible rate.
16 degrees... 15 degrees... 13 degrees...
Lin Zhou: "???"
He stared blankly at the blast of cold air hitting him, completely dumbfounded.
This isn't about providing warmth at all.
This is clearly freezing him to death!
This is not for heating!
This is cooling turned up to the maximum!