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Yan Xiao came in shirtless, his entire upper body radiating heat, his already wheat-colored skin now a shade darker from the sun.

He had just returned from the fields and had taken a quick shower by the well.

Today, taking advantage of Wen Qinghe's afternoon nap, he quickly finished the work in the fields.

Once the sun goes down and it's not so hot anymore, he can take his wife to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

Last night, the little girl was watching a TV show when she suddenly said she wanted to eat cream of mushroom soup, and on a whim, she even specified that she wanted to eat mushrooms she had picked herself.

He saw a lot of mushrooms on the road when he went to set traps before, and now it is the growing season for pine mushrooms.

It's already 3 p.m., but the sun is blazing hot, like a furnace.

He thought his wife was sleeping soundly, but when he gently opened the door, he saw the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a thin blanket and looking aggrieved.

Ignoring the water stains still on his clothes, he immediately hugged the little one, asking, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

He gently patted the little girl's back with his large hand, "Don't be afraid, Qingqing, dreams are all just dreams..."

"Waaah... No, I'm not asleep yet. It's the cicadas outside that keep chirping, keeping me awake..."

The little girl's delicate face had misty, watery almond-shaped eyes that looked at him with a pitiful and aggrieved expression, and her pink lips were slightly pouting...

Like a glutinous rice ball that has been wronged but is trying to suppress its emotions and complain to its parents.

Yan Xiao had never seen her look so aggrieved.

He felt so tender he almost melted, so he lifted her up, holding her little bottom, and let her sit upright on his shoulder.

With his other hand, he gently patted the little girl's back, walking around the room while softly comforting her:

"Qingqing, be good. I'll hold the babies while I sleep. I promise they won't bother you anymore tomorrow, okay?"

He was met with a soft, drowsy hum from Wen Qinghe.

Whether it was the man's embrace that made her feel safe, the large hand stroking her back that had magic, or his voice that was too gentle, Wen Qinghe didn't even know when she fell asleep.

When she woke up, the sun was already setting.