The little guy was unhappy, so he lay face down on the table and buried his head.
Ye Lingyu patted her head: "Be good, stay home and watch the house for us. Be careful that weasels don't steal our hens. This is the most important thing, I'm entrusting it to you, okay?"
Once assigned the task, Meng Chuying smiled happily: "Okay, Sister Ye, you can rest assured to leave the hen to me! I guarantee it won't lose a single feather!"
Cheng Qingyan was somewhat speechless. Why was Meng Chuying always so obedient when talking to Ye Lingyu? But when she spoke to him, he always felt that Ye Lingyu was a little hostile.
Although she's become much more accommodating since I saved her last time, she's still somewhat wary of me.
It seems that the original owner of this body left Meng Chuying with quite a bit of psychological trauma.
The next day, Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu went up the mountain with ropes and wood-chopping knives.
Meng Chuying escorted the two to the door, and Ye Lingyu then told her to go back.
The cold wind is howling, and there is no sun in the sky today. I wonder if it will rain.
Ye Lingyu had originally planned not to go out today because of the bad weather. But seeing Cheng Qingyan's enthusiastic expression, she simply couldn't bring herself to say the words "I won't go."
She still didn't have enough warm winter clothes. Ye Lingyu couldn't bear to wear her new clothes. She was wearing her old clothes, thinking that once she got down to the foot of the mountain and chopped firewood, she wouldn't be too cold.
Indeed, Cheng Qingyan got a bit hot when she reached the foot of the mountain.
She was wearing new clothes and didn't feel cold when she went out. But as she walked, she started to sweat slightly.
"My wife, are you cold?"
Ye Lingyu, who had started moving around, shook her head: "It's not cold. We'll be chopping wood later, so it might get a bit hot then."
Thinking of Cheng Qingyan's clothes, Ye Lingyu added, "If you feel hot, you can take off one of your clothes. There shouldn't be anyone around here."
Today, Cheng Qingyan knew she had to chop firewood. She thought that if she didn't wear her new clothes, they would always be new clothes.
Clothes are meant to be worn for work, so in her opinion, there isn't much difference between new and old.
After all, our great leader once said that cleanliness and tidiness are all that matter.
Who knew that the howling wind I heard indoors would make me realize how amazing the human body is after just a short time outside. A little exercise was enough to dispel the cold.
Cheng Qingyan slipped into the space and returned wearing the old clothes she had previously stored there.
When he returned, he picked a handful of lychees and handed them to Ye Lingyu: "Wife, have a few lychees and rest for a while."
Ye Lingyu put down the wood-chopping knife in her hand, took the lychee, and only when she was about to peel it did she realize that her hands were covered in dust.
Cheng Qingyan chuckled, took back the lychee, peeled it, and held it to Ye Lingyu's lips: "Here, my wife, have some. My hands are clean."
Ye Lingyu parted her red lips slightly and took the lychee from Cheng Qingyan's fingertip.
So close, when she put the lychee in her mouth, her breath hit Cheng Qingyan's fingers, and Cheng Qingyan's fingers visibly trembled.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat ambiguous, and Cheng Qingyan couldn't help but swallow hard: "Is it delicious?"
Ye Lingyu realized that her reaction seemed a bit too much, and tried to suppress the pounding in her chest: "Delicious."
"It's delicious, eat more, there are still many on the tree."
Since learning that Cheng Qingyan had a mysterious space, Ye Lingyu was no longer surprised that she could bring out such out-of-season fruit.
After eating a few more, she noticed that Cheng Qingyan's gaze was becoming increasingly intense, so she quickly stood up and said, "I'm done eating, you can eat by yourself."
With the peeled lychee still clutched between her fingertips, Cheng Qingyan said somewhat disappointedly, "Fine, I'll eat it myself then."
Spitting out the lychee pit, Cheng Qingyan grinned mischievously, "Wife, so sweet~"
Was her wife so embarrassed that she hurriedly got up and left?
Ye Lingyu paused in her chopping motion, her ears burning. Realizing something was wrong, she quickly adjusted her breathing.
He increased the pressure on his hand, then said calmly, "Then eat more."
Why is she being shy? Cheng Qingyan is a woman, and she has already confirmed it herself.
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with two women having a close relationship.
Cheng Qingyan was tossing two lychees around in her hand. Having spent so much time with Ye Lingyu, she couldn't possibly have missed the fact that Ye Lingyu was acting strangely.
When she fed Ye Lingyu lychees just now, she clearly saw that Ye Lingyu's earlobes turned red.
For some reason, Ye Lingyu suddenly got up and went to chop wood.
Could it be that she suddenly became too shy and couldn't show too much in front of him, lest she be noticed?
Watching Ye Lingyu's retreating figure, Cheng Qingyan chuckled to himself. Ye Lingyu, so secretive and evasive, was truly adorable.
The two chopped firewood together, with Cheng Qingyan mostly pulling dry branches from the trees.
These branches can be broken off and used for firewood without needing to be dried.
When she ran out of rope, she used the vines that twined around the tree branches to tie them together. Bundle after bundle, she quickly made three or five bundles.
Ye Lingyu also chopped a lot of firewood. The branches she cut were quite thick. When she turned around to look for Cheng Qingyan, she saw that Cheng Qingyan had already chopped five bundles of firewood.
Since eating the lychees, she has ignored Cheng Qingyan and deliberately avoided looking at her.
Cheng Qingyan, however, was different. She would occasionally look for Ye Lingyu. As soon as the sound of chopping wood stopped, she would put down the branch she was holding and turn around to look at Ye Lingyu.
Then their eyes met, and she gave Ye Lingyu a big smile.
Ye Lingyu avoided eye contact: "You've already cut down a lot, take some back first."
Cheng Qingyan walked over and asked, "I'll take it back, what about you?"
Ye Lingyu turned around and continued chopping wood: "I'll keep chopping wood here. This wood won't last for several days after I finish collecting it."
Watching Ye Lingyu's deliberately evasive back, Cheng Qingyan sighed inwardly. What was wrong with her trying to turn a straight woman from ancient times gay?
After storing all the firewood in her space, she continued to break off tree branches.
She was using a lot of strength, and it was easy to see that she was chopping wood with some resentment.
There was no sun today, and the sky was gloomy. It wasn't until Cheng Qingyan's stomach rumbled that she realized it was well past noon.
When Ye Lingyu peeked back once, she discovered that the firewood was gone and knew that Cheng Qingyan was behind it. She didn't say anything and continued chopping firewood.
She was busy and busy, and she deliberately slashed in the direction opposite Cheng Qingyan. She didn't know if Cheng Qingyan was doing it on purpose, but he always seemed to appear next to her.
When it was lunchtime, she didn't stop eating, because she hadn't heard Cheng Qingyan say she was hungry, and also because she didn't know how to be alone with Cheng Qingyan.
She waited and waited, until now, until Cheng Qingyan's voice stopped.
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