Chapter 234 231. Her Son’s Problem Is Big
The effect of the chest binder on her family wasn’t as strong as she had imagined.
If it were any other man, the moment he saw An Han wearing a chest binder, his favorability toward her would have shot up immediately.
It would probably go from zero to eighty in ten minutes, and surpass a hundred in twenty.
But after spending dozens of minutes in the same room during dinner, her father’s favorability toward her had only increased by twenty points.
This made An Han slightly relieved—at least the likelihood of a risqué scenario happening had dropped considerably.
Hiding under the blanket, she only showed her little head, her eyes a bit panicked, occasionally glancing at her father.
Her father had laid out a floor bed, leaning against the wall while playing solitaire on his phone.
“Turn on the TV?” he asked.
“Oh.” An Han tossed the remote to her father. “You watch. Keep the volume low—my sister will be going to sleep soon.”
It felt so suffocating~
She had originally worried about side effects from the props, but now she was more concerned that she might run out of oxygen and suffocate overnight.
Sleeping with her chest tightly bound—wouldn’t that cause sleep paralysis?
She turned over, secretly touching her face, her mind full of anxiety.
Sleeping with makeup on—wouldn’t that clog her pores and cause pimples?
Sleeping in a chest binder—wouldn’t that affect her health?
The TV was turned on, switched to a news program, volume at the lowest setting.
“An Han, has anything happened in our family recently?” her father asked.
“No, why do you ask?” An Han yawned, looking sleepy. “I’m tired—let’s talk tomorrow.”
“If nothing happened, why would people gossip about our family?” Her father cared a lot about face and felt uneasy, tossing and turning as he watched the TV, unable to relax. “Pointing fingers and whispering.”
“Really? Maybe it’s because you’ve been away for so long?”
An Han of course knew the reason and had already expected that someone would gossip.
But she hadn’t expected her father to notice it so quickly after leaving home.
“Maybe.”
Her explanation reassured him, and he continued watching TV.
However, his gaze kept occasionally drifting toward An Han on the bed. During dinner, he had felt that his son seemed a little off, with gestures and movements like those of a girl.
Now, hiding under the blanket with only her little head exposed and messy hair, she even gave him a sense of “cuteness.”
The TV became hard to focus on. His eyes scanned the small head poking out of the blanket and finally rested on the pale neck.
The skin on her neck was noticeably different from her face—whiter, finer, slender like a swan’s, with no visible neck lines.
An Han had already sensed her father’s observation, her heart pounding. She kept her expression calm but mentally ran through possible questions he might ask next.
Yet her father didn’t ask much and soon returned his attention to the TV.
“Brother! I’m asleep now~”
The door suddenly opened. Her sister, wearing a white fluffy pajama, rushed to the bed, lifted the blanket, and quickly crawled in.
Moments later, her head peeked out beside An Han. Her arms and legs sprawled like an octopus, pressing against An Han, her head leaning on An Han’s shoulder, making meaningless little whimpering sounds.
“Brother, it’s so cold~”
The weather at home was five or six degrees colder than at school—the temperature was in single digits.
An Han pushed her sister’s head away slightly, annoyed. “Your hair isn’t dry, it’s wet.”
“It’s dry!”
“Don’t cry if you get a headache at night.” Under her sister’s hold, An Han struggled to turn over, reaching for the bedside switch. “Dad, I’m turning off the light.”
“Okay.”
“Go to sleep early.”
With a soft “click,” the room was left with only the faint glow of the TV. Soon after, her father turned off the TV completely, leaving the room pitch dark.
Within ten or fifteen minutes, her sister’s soft snores could be heard.
Half an hour later, An Han, eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.
This is unbearable!
Even though she had tried sleeping with the chest binder, the tightness and pressure on her upper body made it impossible to fall asleep—she wasn’t even feeling sleepy.
She moved her sister’s arm off her body, lifted herself slightly, and looked at her father sleeping on the floor bed.
He seemed to be asleep.
Relieved, she lay back down, carefully removing her sweater and the chest binder underneath.
Every rustle sounded loud in the darkness, making her extremely tense, afraid of waking her father.
Once freed, she felt her breathing flow freely again. She took a deep breath, chest rising high, exhaling slowly, chest settling down.
The feeling of breathing freely was wonderful~
The sweater was a bit rough, rubbing uncomfortably, even causing some pain.
But that was the best she could do.
Sleeping in pajamas could reveal body curves, and now was not the time to expose them.
An Han sighed internally, turned to sleep, but after a few minutes, suddenly sat up.
She needed to go to the bathroom—drank a lot of water.
Might as well wash off the makeup too… Although the disguise camera could apply makeup instantly, removing it had to be done properly.
She tiptoed out of bed without the chest binder, barefoot, carefully moving in the dark toward the door.
She glanced at her father, sleeping not far from the door on the floor. Turning on the hallway light, she opened the door.
“An Han, why so much noise at this hour? You’re keeping me awake.”
An Han froze, heart pounding. One hand on the door, her neck stiff, she looked back at her father bit by bit.
In the hallway light, his slightly confused face was clearly visible.
Sure enough, there’s no escaping doing something guilty!
She sensed her father’s gaze lingering on her chest, making her cheeks burn bright red.
“I’m just going to the bathroom.” She ran out barefoot like fleeing.
Her father looked even more puzzled.
Just now, the side of his son’s body had been lit, clearly showing the high rise of his chest.
As she ran off, it seemed to move up and down a few times?
He rubbed his sore eyes, turned uncomfortably, tucking a corner of the blanket under his back.
The floor bed was just a straw mat and quilt—no mattress—hard on his old back.
Soon, the hallway light went off, and An Han quickly slipped back in, closing the door and crawling back into bed.
Hopefully he didn’t see anything?
She curled up under the blanket, burying her flushed face in the pillow.
Even if he saw, don’t ask anything~
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