Wen Qinghe's heart skipped a beat when she looked at the man on the bed whose pupils were surrounded by red blood vessels.

"You didn't sleep all night?"

Yan Xiao buried his head in the little girl's neck, his voice hoarse and tinged with grievance:

"Yeah, I can't sleep without Qingqing around..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinghe felt a pang of guilt. Had she gone too far?

"I'm sorry, Ayan..."

Yan Xiao lifted his head from the little girl's neck and saw her eyes filled with guilt.

He felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

"Baby, never say sorry to me. It's all my fault. It hurts me to hear you apologize."

Wen Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

"Ayan, you're going to spoil me."

Yan Xiao's dark eyes were filled with seriousness. "I spoil my wife with my own abilities. No matter how bad she is, I'll cover for her. Don't be afraid, Qingqing."

He even wished that his wife could rely on him at all times and in all things, and that she would never want to leave him.

That way, he can feel the reality.

After all, the fairy had fallen to earth and landed in his arms.

He was terrified; it was all just his dream, his imagination.

But as long as you can truly feel her body temperature,

He also felt incredibly lucky.

…

Wen Qinghe reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, then kissed him on the lips.

"Okay, I'm not afraid. But it's still early, Ayan, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Summer days are long, and it's only a little past five o'clock, two hours before Yan Xiao usually starts work.

She raised her hand to cover the man's bloodshot eyes.

Yan Xiao felt a soft, delicate hand on his eyelids, and his thin lips moved slightly.

"I want my baby to sleep with me."

"good."

Actually, Wen Qinghe didn't sleep well last night either.

After playing a prank on Yan Xiao in the first half of the night, it was time for her to go to sleep. As soon as she lay down on the bed, she followed her biological clock and drifted off to sleep.

I just slept until midnight.

Although the space was kept at a constant temperature, her usual source of heat was not around, and she was also menstruating.

Even with an air-conditioning blanket, I still feel cold from head to toe, as if something is missing.

I woke up several times in the middle of the night.

Finally, when dawn broke, she couldn't wait to go out.

So, right now, the person who was urging the man to go to sleep is the one who's sound asleep.

Yan Xiao heard the movement in his arms and his thin lips curled up.

Gently remove his little hand from his eyelids.

He kissed her lips, then carefully and tenderly wrapped her soft, delicate body in his arms.

My heart, which had been fluctuating all night, has finally settled down.

Only then did he close his eyes.

...

When Wen Qinghe woke up, the side of her was already cold.

A silver insulated lunchbox was placed on the bedside table.

There was a note under the lunchbox.

"Honey, I'm going to work. Eat while it's hot. I'll make lunch when I get back."

She slowly curved her eyes into a smile.

Carefully pull out the note, gently open the bedside table drawer, and put it inside.

Then I opened the lid of the lunchbox. On the top layer were two small pumpkin cakes, and on the bottom layer was a hot longan, lotus seed, and red date porridge.

As if it had timed her wake-up time perfectly, breakfast was still warm, just the right amount to eat.

A warmth filled her heart.

...

There wasn't much work to do in the fields this morning.

Yan Xiao finished working on his plot of land just past ten o'clock.

Fearing he wouldn't have a chance to shine at lunch again, he walked briskly, eager to get home as quickly as possible.

I quickened my pace and soon I could see the gate at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, a woman with a limp appeared from the roadside and blocked his way.

Yan Xiao frowned and glanced over.

I don't recognize that face.

Not familiar with it.

Just as I was about to walk past her, I noticed that the person's tone was affected and pretentious.

"Brother Yan~ I twisted my ankle while I was cutting pig feed..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xiao interrupted him coldly.

"Do I know you? If you sprained your ankle, go see a doctor. Besides, you're not the one who calls Brother Yan."

Yan Xiao looked at the woman in front of him, who was unpleasant at first glance. He felt an instinctive aversion to her the moment she opened her mouth.

The three characters "Brother Yan" are clearly a term of endearment given to him by his wife.

This woman doesn't even deserve it?

The woman's face showed disbelief, and her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"You don't recognize me? I'm Liu Meihua, a fellow educated youth who came in the same batch as Qinghe. I even attended your wedding. Qinghe and I are so close, how can you not recognize me?"

Yan Xiao frowned: "Should I know him?"

Although they weren't familiar with each other, the woman's voice sounded like the one he'd met while catching cicadas with his wife, the one who had mentioned being pregnant.

Thinking of this, he quickly took a step back, afraid that this person might have some kind of problem with this kind of thing and try to extort him again.

He didn't think Qingqing would have any connection with this woman.

Yan Xiao frowned, his tone distant:

"I need to go home and cook for my wife. If I remember correctly, you're Er Gou's wife, right? Married women should be mindful of their image. Besides, the clinic isn't far from here."

After saying that, he walked straight past her and headed home.

As Liu Meihua watched the man leave, she felt unwilling to give up and tried to grab his clothes.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and quickly took a big step forward.

Liu Meihua missed her target and almost fell to the ground.

She looked at the man who was already a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but feel resentful:

Is he even a man?! How did he even find a wife when he's so clueless about romance?!

…

Yan Xiao rushed home, immediately closing the door with one hand before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

That was close; he almost got touched by a dirty woman.

"Ayan, you're back so early today?"

Hearing the commotion, Wen Qinghe came out of the main room.

She saw the man looking at her with intense eyes.

"Ayan?"

"Qingqing, call me Brother Yan."

"Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Xiao's eyebrows relaxed: Sure enough, his wife's voice is the most pleasant to hear and the most soothing to listen to.

Thinking of the woman's words, he hesitated:

"Qingqing, are you and Liu Meihua... close?"

Wen Qinghe was puzzled, but still honestly replied, "Not familiar with it."

Yan Xiao's eyes darkened slightly.

"Yes, it's good."

Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?

The man smiled and reached out to hug the little girl.

Then his tone became inexplicable.

"Qingqing, on my way back, that woman tried to seduce me..."

Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?