“Zhou Lang loves Ah Hua!” I looked closely and saw that the single flower in Wen Heng’s hand yesterday had been put into a dark, unremarkable container that he had found somewhere.
“I put it in the soil and watered it, so it won’t die. I will also protect Ahua and not let Ahua get hurt, so Ahua won’t die, and Ahua will stay with Zhou Lang forever, right?” This was the first time I had heard Wen Heng speak to me so fluently since I met him.
I stared at Wen Heng in front of me, dumbfounded, and for a moment I thought his consciousness had returned to his body.
"Are you Zhou Lang? Or Wen Heng?" I couldn't figure out the pattern behind Wen Heng's sudden change in thinking.
"Ahua, what's wrong with you? Why don't you recognize Zhou Lang? And who is Wen Heng?"
This kid is talking a lot today; hopefully I'm just overthinking it.
I coughed twice to clear my throat and said seriously, "Although what you said is somewhat correct, if you really love Ahua, you shouldn't make her do housework. You should be the one to do the dirty and tiring work. Now you can't even boil water. If I get sick and want a sip of hot water, I won't be able to get any. I'll die of thirst if I don't die from the illness. That's why I said before that I would only believe you when you truly learn to do housework, learn to take care of people, and learn how to love someone!"
"Oh..." Wen Heng lowered his head again in disappointment. Seeing his dejected look, my heart softened. I wondered if I was asking too much of him.
But when I think about how hard I work every day to support this family, how difficult it is, and how his immortal body, which doesn't waste food and never gets tired, doesn't need to be wasted.
So I stubbornly retorted, "Why are you putting on this unwilling look? You don't love Ahua at all, humph!" I pretended to be angry.
Wen Heng quickly shook his head, unsure whether he truly understood or was just pretending.
"Zhou Lang will work hard to learn how to do housework so that Ahua will no longer suffer." He pursed his lips and looked very serious.
Yes, I love hearing that. Seeing the bandage on his head makes my heart soften again.
I reached out and gently touched his injured head, asking with concern, "Does it still hurt?"
Wen Heng shook his head. I checked his wound again, but found that it had completely healed. As expected of a god, he recovered in less than two days.
I looked at him, and then at the pot of flowers in his hand.
He took it from his hand: "Although the single-rooted herb has a strong vitality, it is just an ordinary single-rooted herb without any spiritual energy. Without roots, it will easily die."
But why does this flowerpot look so familiar?
After examining it for a while, it suddenly dawned on me that this was the Mountain God Uncle's Mountain God Square Seal.
Back then, Wen Heng drained the spiritual power from this large square seal, leaving it powerless and useless. Later, after learning of the mountain god's death, I kept the seal as a memento and wore it on my person. However, after falling from the mountain, it disappeared without a trace, and I thought I had lost it on the way.
The Zhou couple wouldn't keep their personal belongings to themselves. It seems that Wen Heng must have accidentally discovered this thing on me, found it curious and fun, and secretly took it to play with. In the end, he lost it somewhere, and now he's found it again and put clay in the groove of this seal to plant flowers.
If the Mountain God were alive, I wonder if he would be so angry that his soul would explode if he knew that not only was his grave leveled and his tombstone kicked away in a single day, but his once glorious Mountain God seal was now being used to grow flowers.
But considering he managed to find a plant of the same genus as mine to give me, and he's so earnestly trying to please me, which is somewhat an improvement... well...
I beckoned to Wen Heng with my finger: "Lower your head."
Wen Heng obediently nodded and leaned down, and then I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Consider this a reward for you!" Although I had kissed him countless times, both openly and secretly, I still felt a little shy every time I kissed him, so I turned my head away with feigned arrogance.
But I couldn't help but glance at Wen Heng out of the corner of my eye. He was also shyly covering his blushing face, revealing a slightly upturned expression on his lips, which made my heart flutter.
Wenheng and I no longer need to beg on the streets, but we haven't touched the bag of money Mr. Yuan gave us. We are already extremely grateful that he gave us food. Although I love money, I would never covet hard-earned money. We will return the bag of money to him when we have recovered.
Fortunately, the two pieces of silver I earned from my "secret recipe" were enough to cover Wen Heng's and my expenses for several months, so we weren't afraid of going hungry anymore.
Then I took Wenheng and the tael of silver to the street to buy some things that my family needed.
I even bought a sturdy, large iron pot that wouldn't break easily. Luckily, I had Wenheng, a hardworking guy who wasn't afraid of hard work. The pot fit perfectly on his shoulder and over his head, while I carried a sack of grain. As we walked down the street, everyone who passed by pointed and whispered, "This young lady and young man are really capable!"
To my surprise, under my guidance and through his continuous efforts, Wenheng finally learned to do a series of complicated household chores, such as lighting firewood, boiling water, washing clothes, cooking, and chopping wood, and he did them all quite well!
What surprised me even more was that day, when Wen Heng and I were standing in the middle of the freshly washed sheets hanging on the clothesline, teaching him how to spread them out to dry, Wen Heng stood there, his clear eyes crinkling as he stared at me, who was earnestly explaining things to him, and he seemed to be in a daze.
Why are you staring at me like that? Did you understand?
To my surprise, he mimicked my usual gesture and beckoned to me with his finger: "Ahua, come here!"
Wen Heng's sudden finger-hooking gesture inexplicably drew me forward.
I saw Wen Heng lean down and lightly peck my face with his tongue.
I looked at him in surprise. This guy actually kissed me!
"Ahua is so beautiful, and Zhou Lang likes her so much that he couldn't resist," Wen Heng explained, looking at me with a shy yet affectionate gaze.
The warm sunlight filtered through the swaying sheets, casting a soft glow on his face and adding a touch of allure to his handsome features, captivating me completely.
The sheets around us fluttered in the breeze, gently caressing Wenheng and me. The warm wind was comforting and not harsh. The gentle caress on our skin sent a shiver down my spine.
"You little rascal, you've learned to be glib now?"
But she couldn't help but take a step forward, stand on tiptoe, hook one arm around his neck and the other around his waist, and kiss his bright red lips deeply.
Wen Heng's eyes widened in surprise, and then he subconsciously reached out and pulled me into his arms, pressing his body tightly against mine. He lowered his head and leaned down to cooperate, immersing himself in the wet heat of our lips and tongues entwined.
The kiss was very long, so long that by the end, Wen Heng puffed out his cheeks and started struggling with his hands. Only then did I belatedly realize that I had almost kissed Wen Heng until he passed out.
I finally released him, and looked at Wen Heng, who was breathing heavily, with a smile that was as tender as water: "Who told you to seduce me first!"
At that moment, I noticed that Wen Heng's clear eyes suddenly sparkled with a lively starlight that I had never seen before.
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