Then I heard his even breathing beside my ear.

With a slight smile, he hugged and kissed his wife. The lights were still on, and everything was the same as before, except that the beds were pushed together. He wanted to see who was playing tricks and scaring his darling.

At eleven o'clock at night, there was indeed a sound, the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden board. Deng Xin was awakened and heard Gordon Gordon, which startled him so much that he was wide awake and buried his head under the covers.

Song Xianqing held the person, patted their back to comfort them, and whispered words of reassurance:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

I feel relieved.

Hugging Song Xianqing tightly, she whispered, "I'm not lying to you, there really were footsteps, right?"

Song Xianqing hummed in agreement: "I'll go out and take a look. You go to sleep."

The lamp wick hugged the person tightly and shook its head, its voice very soft: "No, I'm scared, don't move."

Song Xianqing: "Okay, okay, you sleep, I'll hold you while you sleep." As she spoke, she tightened her arms, took the blanket out of her hand, and gently patted the boy's back.

Gordon—

Gordon—

Gordon—

The footsteps approached from afar and stopped in front of the door, which was now completely sealed. The lamp wick still tried to squeeze into Song Xianqing's arms, from a close embrace to a back embrace, only feeling safe when his back was pressed against the boy's broad chest.

Song Xianqing really enjoys the feeling of being relied upon.

I had originally planned to lull the lamp wick to sleep so I could go out and catch 'ghosts'.

Now I've completely given up on that idea.

When my protective instincts kick in, I start thinking about giving my wife a sense of security.

As the footsteps left, Dengxin was so nervous she could barely breathe. The boy leaned in and kissed her lips, prying open her teeth to let her breathe slowly. After kissing her lips, he nibbled at her neck. Having done so many intimate things, it seemed she wasn't so afraid of outside noise anymore.

Song Xianqing has always been shameless.

He thought he would take advantage of the situation tonight to do *that*.

When she lacks a sense of security, Nan Yu becomes very dependent on her partner.

But Song Xianqing didn't do it this time.

They didn't even mention it.

Just kisses and hugs, maybe a little patting.

Although his body had changed, he held the lamp wick tightly, enduring the pain. Nan Yu felt a bit empathetic and whispered, "If you can't help me, I can use my hands..."

"Really?"

Song Xianqing's eyes lit up.

Lamp wick: "Once."

I got a great deal, and I'll keep doing it.

Song Xianqing had a good time that night. Although nothing happened, the room was filled with the scent of photinia flowers.

The next day.

Nan Yu had a good sleep and woke up feeling refreshed. There was nothing outside and no one around. With Song Xianqing there, she didn't have any wild thoughts. She went to cook porridge and make pancakes for breakfast.

Song Xianqing also helped.

The two lived like a young married couple.

After this experience, Nan Yu no longer resisted him because she didn't want to find people in the village. Her feelings remained relatively stable without major ups and downs. Deng Xin liked Song Xianqing's face and also learned to take the initiative to take advantage of him.

Of course, this only works when there's no one around.

Some people are not allowed to do so because of their status.

Therefore, Song Xianqing often used birds as sentries.

The parrot immediately flies over to warn anyone who approaches.

Si Yuan is waiting for the right opportunity.

The tourist season is just around the corner.

It might be inconvenient to investigate with a large group of people.

After waiting for half a month, his teammates finally arrived. Si Yuan came to Nan Yu's place wanting to take away a few poisonous insects for research.

Song Xianqing hated outsiders coming to her territory, especially those looking for Nan Yu. As soon as a man arrived, the parrot flew into the courtyard and shouted, "Wife, wife, someone's here, someone's here!"

Parrot learns from its master.

Song Xianqing kept calling his wife "wife." One parrot learned it, and then all the other parrots followed suit. The young man couldn't control it. His own wife was being called "wife" by a bunch of parrots every day, and he was getting green with rage.

"Wife, wife, someone's here."

There wasn't just one; there were twenty parrots on guard duty outside. They chirped and chattered all around, one after another. When Song Xianqing blew his whistle, the parrots all flew away.

Nan Yu covered the bowl and let Song Xianqing take it away.

Si Yuan arrived just then.

The gate was closed, but the fence was low enough that he could see the man without knocking. The man waved, and Dengxin put the green beans in her hand into the basket and ran over to open the gate. "It's you."

Si Yuan smiled wryly: "You don't mind me coming uninvited, do you?"

The male lead is obviously cold-hearted, doesn't like to smile, and his forced smile is very strained, unlike Song Xianqing, who smiles anytime, anywhere. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he's genuinely happy or has a bad idea.

"I don't mind. I thought you went back to your city. I didn't expect you to still be in the village." Nan Yu asked knowingly.

He knew the male lead wouldn't be going back for the time being.

Si Yuan: "Hmm, the people in the village are very nice. I'm planning to stay for a few months to relax. Why haven't I seen you go out lately?"

Nan Yu: "I don't like going out much. When I buy groceries, I buy enough for a week at a time. Is there something you need from me?"

Si Yuan smiled and said, "I don't know anyone here. You said you'd be a tour guide last time, but we haven't seen each other much since. I just wanted to come and see if anything's wrong."

If he hadn't brought it up, Nan Yu would have completely forgotten about it.

She subconsciously scratched her head: "Sorry, I had to stand you up."

Si Yuan: "It's nothing."

Nan Yu stepped aside to let the other person in: "Then come in and sit down. Where do you want to go later? I can be your tour guide."

Si Yuan stepped into the courtyard. Song Xianqing came down the wooden steps, his eyes immediately changed, and he even moved more than twice as fast as usual. In a flash, he arrived next to Nan Yu and separated the two of them.

He looked at Si Yuan with a forced smile.

"I'll be your tour guide. Where would you like to go? The Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes?"

Si Yuan's eyes changed instantly, but his expression remained relatively calm, clearly indicating that he had come prepared. "Young comrade, you're joking. Don't be so hostile towards me and Xiao Yu."

He paused, looked at Nan Yu, smiled apologetically, and asked, "Do you mind if I call you that?"

Nan Yu: "Whatever, it's fine."

Si Yuan nodded: "I have no ulterior motives, I just want to make friends."

Song Xianqing chuckled, but his laughter was cold. "I also want to be your friend. Xiaoyu doesn't go out often and isn't as familiar with the village as I am. I'll be your tour guide. One day isn't enough, I can be your guide for a week."

"Or do you need a sense of ritual?"

Song Xianqing put the whistle to his lips and blew it. Hundreds of parrots flew over, and the sky above them was instantly shrouded in shadow. Nan Yu didn't dare to look up, afraid that the birds would drop white pearls.

The whistle blew again, and the parrot flew all over Si Yuan.

On his head, shoulders, and shoes, those that could stand stood up, and those that couldn't were hooked by their claws. At first glance, it was enough to trigger trypophobia. Si Yuan shuddered, but many parrots still pounced on him.

Nan Yu swallowed hard and tugged at Song Xianqing's sleeve: "Don't pounce, it's too dense."

Song Xianqing then let them disperse.

Si Yuan had several scratches on his face from the parrot's claws. He rubbed them with the back of his hand and saw the bloodstains. The man's expression darkened slightly. Nan Yu took out a first-aid kit, and Si Yuan treated the wound quickly.

The lamp wick dared not touch him; Song Xianqing was like a mad dog when he got jealous.

Even after being grabbed and scratched, Si Yuan still wouldn't leave. Nan Yu didn't want to chase him away, so she thought it would be better to drag Song Xianqing along for a walk. He felt bad about it, but Song Xianqing was too kind.

"Do you still want to be a tour guide?"

The man's eyes were cold and deep: "If you have time, I have no problem."