When He Zhangcheng went over, he noticed that his two sisters-in-law were looking at him strangely. "...What's wrong?"
"It's alright. Hey Xiao He, we didn't gather much firewood. We both seem to have heatstroke and feel unwell. Why don't you and Xiao Man gather some more so we can rest?"
"Yes, yes, I feel a little dizzy."
The two of them slipped away so quickly that He Zhangcheng didn't even have time to say a word.
Ye Man silently looked up at the sky. The three of them had been sitting in the shade chatting for a long time and hadn't been in the sun for long, so they hadn't suffered from heatstroke.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the quiet forest. Ye Man went to gather firewood, while He Zhangcheng watched her poking around with a stick with a curious expression, lost in thought for a long time.
Ye Man finally threw the stick down, "Me, pick it up by myself?"
“No…” He Zhangcheng finally realized what was happening. “You go sit down, I’ll do it.”
Always afraid that something might suddenly jump out from among the dead leaves, she didn't dare to touch it directly. Since he said she didn't need to do it, Ye Man was happy to have some free time.
He was originally wearing a white tank top over a shirt, and Ye Man secretly complained that he didn't just wear a short-sleeved shirt. In fact, He Zhangcheng didn't know where he had put one of his only two short-sleeved shirts.
He used to live in his own room and knew where all his clothes were. Now he keeps his clothes in a bag, but he just can't find them. He Zhangcheng is too embarrassed to ask Ye Man for help.
He Zhangcheng was already hot, but now that she was staring at him, he felt even hotter. Sweat poured down his body, soaking his shirt, and he rolled up his sleeves to reveal a section of his wheat-colored arm with slightly bulging muscles, and fine beads of sweat slowly trickled down his arm...
Ye Man stared in a daze. She had to admit that the military shirts were of good quality; they weren't damaged even though they were stretched so tight, and the muscles in them, especially the shoulders and back, were clearly visible.
He Zhangcheng: "..."
He initially tried to ignore her gaze, but Ye Man's gaze became increasingly audacious, and his blood boiled so intensely that he felt like he was being baked dry.
Ye Man realized after a while that he had stopped, and reluctantly looked away, but she was too embarrassed to look at him. She coughed and asked, "What's wrong?"
He Zhangcheng gritted his teeth silently, while her expression didn't change at all, which only made his fuss seem more like an overreaction.
"It's okay, it's just too hot."
Ye Man muttered to herself, "...Then why are you wearing so much? Did you think it was spring?"
Under her slightly widened gaze, He Zhangcheng suddenly raised his hand and took off the shirt on the outside, and also tugged at the white vest, tearing the fabric that was tightly attached to his waist and abdomen.
Ye Man's face finally flushed red, her eyes darting around, "You...how could you..."
A surge of mischievous pleasure welled up inside He Zhangcheng, a childish thrill akin to that of a three-year-old. With nowhere to put the shirt in his hands, he strode over to her, saying, "Hold this for me."
Ye Man was suddenly handed a shirt that was still warm from his body heat. The heat was transferred from his hand to her face, making her face feel like it was about to be made into a pancake.
Upon seeing this, He Zhangcheng let out a light, amused laugh. "Are you suffering from heatstroke too? Are you alright?"
Ye Man: "..."
The children helped a lot under her direction, but when An'an saw her mother return empty-handed and Aunt Qin frowning, she said, "Mom, you didn't help..."
Lu Yang reached out and patted her head lightly. "Dad has already helped Mom with that."
An'an: "Okay then, wait, where's Uncle? Aunt Ye is gone too?"
Xiaoting hadn't even looked up at first, but frowned when she heard her mother wasn't there. "Where's Mom?"
Zhao Qin coughed and said, "Xiaoting, don't worry, your father and mother are together and they are safe."
"dad?"
Xiaoting's brows were still furrowed. Was her father and mother together?
Ma Mingyue smiled and comforted her, "Nothing will happen, Xiaoting, don't worry."
Xiaoting didn't reply, and Liu He was already unhappy. "She can't even do a simple job properly, and she needs my son to help her. Anyone who doesn't know better would think she's so precious!"
An'an quickly looked over and said, "Why did Grandma Liu say that? It was Uncle He who went to help."
Sui Sui: "That's right, those who don't work are the most precious. Grandma Liu, why don't you gather firewood?"
Zhuangzhuang: "We kids all helped."
How could Liu He's mouth compare to a few chattering children? They all talked at once, and she couldn't get a word in edgewise. Besides, they weren't her granddaughters; An'an was the leader's daughter. In the end, she stood aside, seething with anger.
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