Ye Zhaodi said softly, "This is called a hot water bag. It was given to me by Sister Yue. Xiaoman, look here... open this place and you can fill it with hot water. With this thing, we don't have to worry about being cold even in winter. We can keep warm all the time."
"Sister, are you still the nice person who gave us the candied haws?" Ye Xiaoman asked cautiously with anticipation in her eyes.
"Yes, it's Sister A Yue. She is the most powerful and best person I have ever met." When Ye Zhaodi thought of Chu Yue, a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.
When Ye Xiaoman saw Ye Zhaodi was happy, he also became happy. He touched the hot water bag with his little hands. His legs, which had been cold because he had been unable to move, felt much more comfortable after feeling the warmth.
In the narrow and dim room, the brother and sister huddled together, sharing happiness and warmth.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, approaching quickly.
Ye Xiaoman suddenly hugged Ye Zhaodi, his thin body trembling slightly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The person standing outside the door was Ye Fugui, a child two years younger than Ye Xiaoman. He kicked the precarious wooden door hard.
"Get out of here, beggar! Get out of my house!"
"My parents have already told you that you are bastards without a father or a mother. Get out of my house now!"
"This is my home! You eat at my house, live at my house, and even dare to steal my things! One day I will kick you all out! I will let you beg on the street! You little cripples should beg on the street and be beggars!"
Such scenes would happen every few days. Sometimes Ye Fugui would bring other children over to show them what disability was, and then they would point at Ye Xiaoman and laugh.
Ye Zhaodi couldn't always stay at home to guard Ye Xiaoman. There would always be times when she couldn't protect him. So after seeing this a few times, she reminded Ye Xiaoman to close the door when he was alone at home.
In other words, Ye Xiaoman has been locked in the narrow hut.
He was frightened when he heard Ye Fugui's voice and hid in Ye Zhaodi's arms, trembling.
Ye Fugui was so young but he was full of foul language, saying vicious words one after another. It was obvious that he was venting his anger on behalf of Ding Yuqin. After he had cursed enough, he left cursing.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoman. He's gone. The bad guy is gone."
Ye Zhaodi listened to the footsteps fading away and gently patted Ye Xiaoman on the back to comfort him.
Ye Xiaoman has been bullied by Ye Fugui since he was a child. He suffers from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. His face is trembling and turning pale, and his breathing is rapid as if he can't breathe.
"Sister... I'm sorry... I'm a burden to you... Sister... I'm sorry..."
Ye Xiaoman's eyes were red and tears were flowing. He heard from the aunties around him that Ye Zhaodi was able to earn money to support herself and could have left home long ago. She had not left just for him.
Even when she was a child, Ye Zhaodi was beaten by Ding Yuqin many times just to ask for food from him.
"Sister... I'm sorry... I hurt you..."
"Xiaoman, what nonsense are you talking about! You are my brother, my only relative, and it is my duty to take care of you! You must remember that I am your sister, and we will be siblings and a family throughout our lives." Ye Zhaodi touched Ye Xiaoman's face and wiped away his tears.
Ye Zhaodi always remembered that eight years ago, when her mother was lying on the hospital bed and took her last breath, she told her to take good care of her brother and that the two siblings should live together.
From then on, her younger brother became everything in Ye Zhaodi's life.
Ye Zhaodi wiped Ye Xiaoman's tears and searched through a pile of things.
"Xiao Man, smell it, what is this——"
"…Sweet, sis. Like candy?"
"Yes, this is sugar, called maltose. Sister Yue gave me this this morning, and it hasn't melted yet. Sister ate it when she was a child, and now I'm going to teach you how to eat it."
Ye Zhaodi held Ye Xiaoman in her arms, held his hand, and taught Ye Xiaoman to pull maltose little by little.
In the gray space, they have a little happiness.
…
In the family compound, Lu Zhanlin had been out on a mission for several days. He did not feel any sadness from Chu Yue at all. She just did what she was supposed to do every day and was busy inside and outside.
She still had to do her accounting when she got home at night. Looking at the numbers in the passbook growing bigger and bigger, she was too busy to be happy and had no time to think about men at all.
Chu Yue didn't dare to say such words in front of outsiders. When other sisters-in-law talked about not seeing Captain Lu for several days, she nodded along with them, looking like a little wife missing her husband.
Seeing that she was "uncomfortable", the sisters-in-law were too embarrassed to say anything more, and instead comforted Chu Yuelu, saying that Captain Lu might be back tonight.
Chu Yue thought it was a joke and didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, she felt that the bed was really big without the man and she could roll around on it while sleeping.
In addition, without the tossing and turning of men at night, the quality of sleep has improved dramatically, which is a great thing.
The only regret is that I miss out on some benefits when sleeping. After all, the eight-pack abdominal muscles feel great and make people miss them.
The night is dark.
When Lu Zhanlin returned home and opened the door, he saw Chu Yue sleeping heartlessly on the bed.
She held the quilt in her arms, and her soft pajamas pulled up, revealing her fair and slender calves.
When she felt the light turned on, she subconsciously frowned.
It’s too bright. It’s blinding.
Lu Zhanlin quickly turned off the lights, and the room fell into darkness again. After a while, he returned to the room, pulled back the quilt and got into bed.
As soon as she lay down, Chu Yue turned over and rolled into his arms.
He reached out and touched Lu Zhanlin's lower abdomen. It was hard. This feeling was definitely his man, Lu Zhanlin.
Chu Yue didn't open her eyes and murmured sleepily, "You're back?"
Lu Zhanlin said hoarsely, "Well, the mission is over, I'm back."
"Are you tired?" Chu Yue's voice was soft and gentle, seemingly nonchalant, but every word was caring words between husband and wife.
"Not tired. This is how it is when carrying out missions. I'm used to it."
As Lu Zhanlin spoke, he felt Chu Yue's hand go a little deeper inside, and then directly lift up her clothes, with her palm touching her skin.
Chu Yue had been in the bed, her palms were warm, her body was soft, and she had a sweet smell, like a glutinous rice ball in his arms.
A little more fragrant and sweeter than before...
This sweet taste seems to be real.
When Chu Yue's soft and fragrant hair brushed against Lu Zhanlin's nose several times, the man couldn't help but said with his Adam's apple sliding heavily, "Wife, you smell so good."
Lu Zhanlin lowered his head and rubbed Chu Yue’s hair and earlobe with the tip of his nose.
In the darkness, an ambiguous atmosphere is faintly floating.
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