Yan Yu lowered his eyes, his deep gaze falling on the treasure-hunting rat that was scratching its ears and cheeks.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice so low that no emotion could be discerned.
"Eat first, and we'll talk after we've rested."
His voice wasn't loud, but it felt like an iceberg pressing down.
The squeaking sound of Little White jumping around was instantly choked in his throat.
The mouse froze completely.
The fluffy white fur that was just a moment ago looked like a snowball, but suddenly it all stuck to his body, making him look like a drowned rat that had just been pulled out of the water.
Its tiny, dark purple eyes glanced at Yan Yu with utter terror.
With just one glance, Xiaobai felt as if he had been targeted by his natural enemy.
The murderous aura emanating from it, as if it wanted to be crushed into powder, made even its very soul tremble.
Bad, bad man! How terrifying!
Little White shrank its neck, loosened its claws, and transformed into a streak of white light, "whoosh," it darted back into the spirit beast pouch at Ruan Tang's waist, curled itself into a ball, and became completely withdrawn.
As Ruan Tang watched the silent confrontation between the man and the rat, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.
Her brother's possessiveness is so extreme, he'd even be jealous of a little mouse.
Yan Yu only stopped emitting the chilling aura that could freeze people when he saw that the annoying little thing had finally disappeared.
He reached out his large hand and naturally took Ruan Tang's soft little hand in his, interlocking their fingers, and led her into the main room.
"Let's go, the food's getting cold."
"Mmm." Ruan Tang obediently let him hold her hand, her palm enveloped in the warmth of his palm, and her heart felt warm as well.
The puppeteer's skills were as good as ever.
Sweet and sour pork ribs are appetizing with their sweet and sour flavor. They are fried until the outer shell is crispy and coated with a layer of shiny sugar color. When you take a bite, the meat juice bursts in your mouth.
There was also a pot of milky white fish head and tofu soup, sprinkled with bright green scallions, so delicious that you'd want to swallow your tongue along with it.
After eating and drinking his fill, Yan Yu went to boil some water.
The warm bathroom was filled with steam.
Ruan Tang soaked in a large wooden tub filled with flower petals, sighed comfortably, and felt the fatigue in her bones being washed away by the hot water.
Yan Yu sat on a small stool next to her, holding a wooden spoon, and poured warm water onto her smooth, jade-like back, spoonful by spoonful.
The water flowed down her graceful back, and his gaze followed, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
When Ruan Tang was wrapped in a thick bath towel and carried back to her warm bed, she was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open.
After Yan Yu finished tidying up and lay down, Ruan Tang sensed the familiar presence beside her and instinctively rolled into Yan Yu's firm and warm embrace. She found the most comfortable position, tilted her head to the side, and her breathing quickly became long and gentle.
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The courtyard was quiet and peaceful, but several miles away at the Jixiang Brigade's educated youth settlement, undercurrents were surging.
During the first month of the lunar calendar, heavy snow blocked the roads, and the educated youth stayed indoors and did not go out.
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