"Ah, it's so hot!"

I accidentally knocked the medicine bowl into the soup bowl.

My fingers were burnt, and I felt weaker.

My babysitter, who had rushed off to answer a phone call, came back and saw me attempting to retrieve the medicine bowl. She hurriedly stopped me:

"Hey, don't move! If the soup spills on the bed, I have to clean it up for you!"

The babysitter's tone was not friendly.

She was the postpartum nurse hired by my husband.

Although she was young, she worked quickly and professionally.

Later, after I got a strange postpartum illness, she stayed on to continue taking care of me and the child.

I had been bedridden for over two years, and she was always tirelessly dedicated.

Today, she was in a bad mood, probably because of the phone call earlier.

But I didn't treat her well either, after all, she didn't get a monthly salary of thirty thousand yuan for nothing:

"I am a patient, not a hopeless case! Not to mention spilling soup on the bed, even if I soil the bed, you have to clean it up. That's your job!"

A babysitter should have a sense of boundaries!

Originally, I was weak and didn't want to get angry.

But seeing her delicate makeup, I inexplicably felt uncomfortable.

When did she start wearing makeup?

The babysitter put away the tableware with a disgruntled look, "Have you finished the medicine?"

"Yes."

She has always given it to me, this time I tried to get it myself and ended up dropping it.

Forget it, missing one dose of medicine won't matter.

I really didn't want to ask the babysitter to boil another bowl and bring it over again.

I waved my hand to signal her to leave.

I felt extremely dizzy, and I felt like sleeping again.

I had an unexplainable postpartum illness, feeling weak, sleepy, and having difficulty getting out of bed.

With the light coming through the curtains, I stared at my pale hands, really frightening.

I didn't even dare to look in the mirror, thinking that my complexion would be worse.

How long had it been since my daughter visited me? The last time she came up, she only took a quick look at me, then cried and was carried downstairs by the babysitter.

I dozed off again in a daze, and the next time I woke up, it should be tomorrow morning.

Perhaps because the babysitter made me angry, I rarely had a dream.

It was a very embarrassing dream, where I heard the sounds of men and women copulating.

This dream was so real, the sound was like right next to my ear.

With the sound of heavy breathing, I even felt the bed moving along with the rhythm.

In the darkness, I opened my eyes and sighed.

My bedridden state led to my separation from my husband long ago.

How could I still have such dreams?

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the air around me started to feel eerie.

Next to me, it seemed like there really was someone breathing.

And it wasn't just one person!