As soon as she asked the question, Jiang Xi lowered her head in embarrassment, wishing she could bite her tongue off.
Her intention was to say that she was afraid to shower alone here, but the way she asked the question seemed to carry an invitation.
Then they heard Yan Zheng chuckle softly from the front.
Jiang Xi felt a little hot.
Yan Zheng walked over from the stove and put his arm around Jiang Xi's shoulders. His body had become more muscular and strong due to his non-stop busy work during this period, making him appear even taller and more upright. Although Jiang Xi was already quite tall, she still looked too thin in his arms.
He looked at Jiang Xi, his eyes burning with intense intensity: "Look at me."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi looked up awkwardly. The person in front of her had even more defined and striking features, and his hair had grown two inches longer, which only added to his natural, wild, and handsome aura.
Jiang Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness. Her lips were clean and moist, like a piece of warm jade, and just looking at them made one feel that they must be very soft.
Before she could react, Yan Zheng lifted her chin with one hand and leaned in to kiss her.
Jiang Xi's breathing became rapid from the kiss, her head throbbed, and her body gradually weakened. She could only place her hands on Yan Zheng's chest, tilting her head back and helplessly enduring his loss of control.
Yan Zheng's kiss was domineering yet tender, progressing from shallow to deep, affectionate and lingering. In the warm, cramped space, an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere spread endlessly.
Clearly, he was not satisfied with this half-hearted attempt. He gradually applied more pressure to his lips, and Yan Zheng untied his cloak with one hand and threw it onto the brick platform beside the door.
Then, ignoring Jiang Xi's exclamation, he lifted her up in his arms.
She sat on the stage, and Yan Zheng stood between her legs.
Then, Yan Zheng, still feeling out of control, moved from his lips to Jiang Xi's already flushed earlobe. The more she shrank back, the more he attacked, causing her to tremble slightly. Yan Zheng chuckled and whispered in her ear with a hoarse voice, "Hold my waist."
Jiang Xi subconsciously did as he said. The hand that was originally on his chest was now wrapped around his strong waist. Even through the sweater, Jiang Xi could feel the heat emanating from his body.
Yan Zheng put one arm around the back of her neck and the other on her lower back, their bodies pressing closer together.
The room was dimly lit, blurring one's vision and reason.
Jiang Xi felt like she was turning into a puddle of water. Just when she was about to give up on the kiss, Yan Zheng gradually stopped.
Seemingly having endured for too long, his arms trembled slightly. He pulled Jiang Xi into his arms, rested his head on the top of her head, and held her tightly. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "The water must be getting cold. Go wash quickly."
A taut desire flickered in Yan Zheng's eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, "Next time, I definitely won't let you off the hook."
He then kissed Jiang Xi's soft lips fiercely for a while.
Jiang Xi was dizzy from his kisses, her face, ears, and the back of her neck burning. She could only nod with a blush on her face.
Yan Zheng carried her off the platform and put his cloak back on. "I'm going outside to tidy up the yard. Call me if you need anything. I won't go anywhere until you're done washing."
Before she left, I told her to let her hair dry before coming out.
Jiang Xi only realized what was happening after Yan Zheng left and closed the door behind him, and she heard the door close.
Sitting helplessly in the armchair, she lamented, "Jiang Xi, you're so pathetic. It's just a kiss, why make such a fuss?"
As for being so scared, he even forgot to touch his abs.
Even though I see this in short videos on a regular basis, I still stay for a few seconds.
They've practically delivered this to my doorstep, and I still haven't even touched it.
Jiang Xi secretly told herself that she must act sooner next time.
It took her a while to realize that the water must be getting cold. If she didn't wash it soon, it would be dark, and the house would get even colder.
She quickly got up and tidied up.
As Jiang Xi stepped into the water tank, she breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good. The weather had been too cold since winter started, and even taking a bath had become a luxury.
Fortunately, it was winter. If it were spring or summer, I definitely wouldn't be able to stand taking a bath only once a week.
By the time she finished washing and tidying up, and her hair was half-dry in front of the stove, it was already completely dark outside.
Just then, Yan Zheng knocked on the door: "Are you done washing up?"
"Alright, come in."
The room was filled with steam, and Jiang Xi was drying her hair.
Yan Zheng, worried that the cold wind would catch her breath, quickly closed the door. He leaned over and touched the ends of her hair, saying, "It's still a little damp. Warm yourself up by the stove for a while longer, and I'll pour the water out."
Jiang Xi nodded and went to sit down in front of the stove.
Yan Zheng initially used earthenware basins to scoop out the water from the vat and pour it onto the base of the wall.
When the water in the vat decreased, he carried the entire vat to the base of the wall and slowly poured out the water.
When Jiang Xi's hair was about 70-80% dry, Yan Zheng turned off the fire in the stove and took her back to the pottery kiln house.
**
The days of the coldest winter didn't last long, only about ten days, and just as Yan Jing'an had said, the temperature began to rise.
The knee-deep snow covering the mountains and fields is beginning to melt, and as soon as the sun comes out, you can hear the dripping sound of water flowing down the eaves from inside the house.
After resting for about ten days and taking medication, Yan Jing'an's condition has finally improved. When the weather is nice and the sun is out at noon, he can go out for some fresh air.
During this time, Yan Zheng and Jiang Xi tidied up all the courtyards, throwing away the trash, sweeping up the dead branches, and making sure every corner was neat and tidy.
During this time, they found three or four water vats, two iron pots, and other items such as wooden tables and stools in various courtyards. However, some of these items were no longer usable due to their age and exposure to the elements in the courtyard.
Yan Zheng simply gathered them all together and chopped them down to use as firewood. Although it was a pity, the wood was already ruined, and keeping it would just take up space.
All the items in the house remained intact: two or three camphor wood chests, a camphor wood wardrobe, two armchairs, another eight-immortal table, and three wooden beds—these were the only things left besides the three they were currently sleeping on.
They found a lot of things in the blacksmith's shop, all kinds of iron tools, big and small, including needles and scissors. However, most of them were rusty and unusable without polishing. Yan Zheng put them all into a box.
The hunter's hut hadn't been tidied up yet. Jiang Xi had initially planned to go back to the cave belonging to the indigenous people, retrieve the bell, and find the location of the cemetery. Then, she would move the skeleton of the one-armed man from the hunter's hut to their tribe's cemetery and bury it there.
Unexpectedly, a heavy snowfall blocked the road up the mountain. The hunter had no choice but to leave his house there until the snow on the mountain melted.
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