She pursed her lips and gently nudged Sang Yun: "Um... why don't you go to bed and sleep?"
Sang Yun opened his eyes groggily, looking at Yang Mu'an with a confused expression: "What's wrong?"
His voice was somewhat hoarse, yet also alluring.
Yang Mu'an was a little stunned that he had fallen asleep so quickly.
She looked at Sang Yun and pointed to the bed, then said softly, "Why don't you go sleep on the bed?"
Sang Yun glanced at her and shook her head: "It's nothing, go lie down for a while."
Yang Mu'an pursed her lips, and then, with a sudden burst of courage, she walked straight to Sang Yun's side, grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards the bed: "No, I'm not sleeping, you go ahead!"
Sang Yun was stunned.
He didn't even realize what was happening until he was pulled to the bedside.
Yang Mu'an felt the same way. Her face flushed as she thought about what she had just done. With her back to Sang Yun, she forced herself to speak: "I was just afraid that if you died, no one would take me down the mountain."
After saying that, she walked outside. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and fanned her face with her small hands until the heat on her face subsided before daring to push the door open and go out.
Upon hearing the door open, the group all turned to look at Yang Mu'an.
Yang Mu'an smiled awkwardly at them and walked over: "My husband has gone to sleep."
She shouldn't have said that, because as soon as she did, everyone covered their mouths and laughed again. The heat that had just subsided on Yang Mu'an's face returned.
Looking at those people, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Er Ya's mother looked at her and smiled, changing the subject: "Mu An, which double-sided embroidery did you teach us just now? I'm not quite sure how to do it yet. Could you teach me again?"
Yang Mu'an glanced at her gratefully, then sat down next to her. Er Ya's mother took out the handkerchief she had embroidered for Er Ya and handed it to Yang Mu'an.
Yang Mu'an looked at the handkerchief for a few moments, then began to explain it to her in detail.
When Sang Yun woke up, it was already evening. He opened the window and looked at Yang Mu'an, who was chatting happily with several women, and felt a little flustered.
It seems that no one has ever dared to be so bold to him in all this time.
He looked at his arm and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Just then, the kitchen had already prepared the meal, and Yang Mu'an, who had been teased all day, quickly made an excuse that Sang Yun hadn't eaten all day and ran back.
She and Sang Yun ate dinner together in the room. Neither of them spoke. After dinner, Yang Mu'an returned the dishes to their room.
The two of them went back to doing their own thing.
Sang Yun found a military book somewhere and started reading it. Yang Mu'an lay on the bed, bored, watching her from the side.
As the second brother of the gang patrolled outside, he couldn't help but call out to Sang Yun's reflection, "Sixth brother, your wife is waiting for you to go to sleep. What are you doing sitting there?"
Sang Yun: ...
He put down the military treatise in his hand and called out to the outside, "I'm going to sleep now. Second Master, you should go to sleep early too."
After saying that, he extinguished the candle, sat down, and closed his eyes.
Yang Mu'an was suddenly wide awake. Her eyes rolled around as she recalled everything that had happened that day by the moonlight.
I rushed up the mountain yesterday without thinking much about anything.
She only realized today that Black Wind Mountain was nothing like what she had imagined.
While other mountains are bandit strongholds, this place resembles a small village.
They just don't have any monetary transactions anymore; they're more like a family.
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