When Yan Xiao returned home, he saw the little one still sleeping on the bed.
The intense emotions in my heart seemed to make the surrounding air feel scorching hot.
The desire in his eyes was so intense it seemed to melt away.
Touching the book in his arms, he couldn't help but blush as he recalled Old Li's teasing earlier.
"Your wife is fine, but you, judging from your complexion, you have too much yang energy! Since you already have a wife, well, it won't hurt to relieve it a bit."
After saying that, Old Li glanced at his large physique again, worried that he might not know his place and hurt the man again.
"Well, I have a book on the Eight Trigrams at home. I can take a look and think about it when I get back."
...
When Wen Qinghe opened her eyes, she saw Yan Xiao staring intently at her.
The man's breathing was heavy, and his deep eyes made no attempt to conceal his desire.
Wen Qinghe swallowed awkwardly. "Brother Yan, you..."
"Sweetie...are you hungry?"
"No... uh, I'm hungry."
Wen Qinghe wanted to say she wasn't hungry, but the man's gaze was so intense and burning that she felt intimidated for some reason.
For some inexplicable reason, the words I was about to say took a different turn.
Yan Xiao smiled intoxicatingly, his voice deep and pleasant.
"The food is ready, let's get up and eat."
………
At the dinner table.
Wen Qinghe picked up a small piece of cake and put it in her mouth.
The man would feed her spoonfuls of chicken soup while she ate.
After she finished eating a small piece of bread, she stopped the man's hand, which was about to feed her soup.
"Brother Yan, I can do it myself. You can eat with me too."
The man's dark eyes deepened, and he looked at Wen Qinghe meaningfully.
"No rush... let Qingqing eat her fill first..."
…
After Wen Qinghe finished the last sip of soup, the food in front of the man remained untouched.
"Brother Yan, aren't you going to eat?"
Yan Xiao answered irrelevantly, "Qingqing, have you eaten enough?"
"I'm full!"
"Okay...it's my turn..."
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Wen Qinghe has a lock that has never been opened by a key.
Yan Xiao happened to have a practical one, and thinking she might need it, he quickly brought it over for her.
But the key that Yan Xiao brought over was too big... (It seems like a complaint needs to be filed).
I tried for ages but it still didn't match.
Yan Xiao was sweating profusely with anxiety. By the time the key was inserted...
Yan Xiao suddenly paused, and Wen Qinghe was also stunned.
a long time.
Yan Xiao tried to open the lock again.
I breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem with the key.
Wen Qinghe finally found the key, her eyes filled with tears of emotion.
...
As dawn broke, a few scattered stars still dotted the pale blue sky.
After last night, the little girl's face became even more charming and delicate. Normally, she would be nestled sweetly in the man's arms, fast asleep.
For some reason, the little one had tear stains in the corners of his eyes and his brows were slightly furrowed today, as if he had suffered a great injustice in his sleep.
Poor thing.
The man only kept the girl from sleeping for two hours last night.
He himself had already tasted the sweetness and was also mindful of Wen Qinghe's health.
Only then, suppressing his reluctance, did he let her go in time.
But then he saw the tear stains on the little girl's face, and Yan Xiao's dark eyes filled with pity.
His thin lips couldn't help but kiss each tear stain.
Qingqing, who was under the covers, had her pajamas changed by the man last night.
The man's self-reproach reached its peak when he changed into his pajamas.
Even if he is as careful and gentle as possible.
You can see the red marks on her body, like plum blossoms in the snow.
Even then, it was pitifully pathetic.
He was heartbroken, so he went to get some anti-swelling ointment from Old Li and carefully applied it to her.
I only feel at ease when I make sure I don't miss any places.
The jar containing the ointment contained too little; he didn't scoop out much before it was all gone.
Last night was the first time in Xiao Xiao's life that he had eaten snacks.
He hadn't even tasted it when Yan Xiao stopped him from eating.
The girl's skin is just too delicate.
Sigh, we should ask Li Laotun a few more questions, just in case, we might need them someday.
...
The rosy dawn painted half the sky, and its brilliant rays dispelled the light morning mist.
The man opened the door quietly, a satisfied smile on his face.
Judging by the time the little girl would wake up, Wen Qinghe only drank one bowl of the old hen soup in the casserole last night.
He was about to cook some shredded chicken noodles with the broth from the old hen soup, and a red date, lotus seed and white fungus porridge was also simmering on the small stove.
He added some brown sugar, and the book that Old Li gave him was quite comprehensive in its contents.
He's been researching several ingredients that can replenish qi and nourish blood since he got back last night.
...
Sunlight filtered through the creamy yellow curtains, casting dappled shadows on Wen Qinghe's brow, causing the little girl to furrow her brow slightly.
The man immediately reached out to shield the little girl from the light, just so she could sleep a little longer.
He wasn't going to work today. The little girl hadn't woken up yet, and the man was worried that his wife might have felt unwell because of his recklessness last night.
So I've been patiently waiting for her to wake up all day.
...
When Wen Qinghe woke up, it was already 10 a.m.
Her long eyelashes slowly opened, and Wen Qinghe opened her eyes to see Yan Xiao sitting by the bed watching her.
He's been working very little lately and hasn't been exposed to the sun or wind, so his skin has actually gotten a bit fairer.
The man's chiseled features were now magnified before her eyes.
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