He strode over.
Her fair and delicate fingertips were tinged with rosy pink, adding a touch of tenderness and allure. Xu Nuo's small hand was held in Li Xian's palm, and she whimpered sweetly in his arms, "Are my fingers still there?"
Li Xian chuckled and pulled her into his arms, patting her head reassuringly as he said, "You're still here."
Her fingertips were red from the steam. He held her fingertips, blew on them, and looked down at her: "They're red."
Xu Nuo had some herbal water and didn't really care, but seeing how concerned Li Xian was about her, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart and nestled her head against his chest, saying coquettishly, "Give me some warm water."
Li Xian didn't understand, so he asked her earnestly, "What is 'huhu'?"
This big guy, looking down like a primary school student, asked her a question that made Xu Nuo quite amused: "Just blow on it for me, whoosh."
"Okay." He gave a slight twitch of his lips, then carefully held up her fingertips, his cool breath landing on the wound.
A moment later, Xu Nuo reached out her other hand and poked his waist, whispering a reminder: "Li Xian, the water is boiling."
It wasn't just open; it had been open for ages. The kettle had been bubbling and steaming on the stove for a long time, but the two of them completely ignored it.
Li Xian glanced at the stove, then looked down at her and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Actually, it hadn't hurt for a long time, but she felt a little when she was hit by the air. She shook her head and said sweetly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Li Xian then released her, turned off the stove, picked up the kettle to pour water into a cup, and reminded her before pouring: "Stand behind me."
Afraid of the hot water splashing on her, the delicate girl skipped and hid behind him, grabbing his clothes, her small figure completely hidden by his large frame.
The red goji berries and white wild chrysanthemums in the cup were all grown by Xu Nuo using herbal water. Once the hot water was poured over them, that familiar aroma filled the air.
Li Xian took the tea and sliced apples outside, then carried her tea and a bowl to the other side to help her cool them down.
He glanced at the apple in front of him: "You didn't eat, so you ate the apple instead."
Xu Nuo, pointing her reddened fingertips, retorted, "I ate."
Yes, he ate. He ate half a steamed bun and eight mouthfuls of noodles, less than the piglets that were just caught in the village.
Thinking this to himself, Li Xian blurted out, "It doesn't even eat as much as the piglets."
Xu Nuo was happily eating an apple when she heard Li Xian compare her eating capacity to that of a piglet. She glared at him angrily, pouted, and huffed, "You're comparing me to a pig."
This was a very dangerous omen. Li Xian, who was mixing water, thought to himself that something was wrong. He looked up at her and explained anxiously, "No, I... I mean... I..."
Li Xian closed his eyes and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I eat more than a pig."
He felt like he had wasted his breath.
Xu Nuo burst out laughing, made a face at him, pushed her little nose, and called him "piggy".
Li Xian chuckled as he poured the tea back into the cup, sat down beside her, patted her head, and conceded, "Yes, I am."
As soon as Li Xian arrived, Xu Nuo was too lazy to even move and snuggled back into his arms.
Li Xian took a small toothpick and fed her pieces of toothpick into her mouth one by one.
The fruits of this era are truly delicious, with crisp flesh and sweet juice.
In no time, the bowl of fruit pulp was empty.
Xu Nuo asked him, "Aren't you going to work today?"
Li Xian shook his head: "No."
He was actually lying. The villagers would start work tomorrow, and he would need to deliver firewood to the commune canteen again.
Xu Nuo yawned in his arms, and Li Xian held her head and asked softly, "Sleepy?"
Xu Nuo hummed in agreement and snuggled against him with her eyes closed.
He patted her and coaxed, "Go to sleep."
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