C67 His Feelings for Hummel Are Not Merely to Protect Them

He helped her tuck in the blanket, and stood beside Hemai with her tall and sturdy body, like a warm and wide mountain. When her shadow landed in front of Hemai, it was at the same time peaceful and peaceful.

With the moonlight on his back, Liulang's eyes shone brightly, so bright that it made people want to look at him a few more times.

Just look at those eyes, they are so clear and beautiful …

Thinking about how their eyes were usually bent when they spoke, Hemai seemed to be a little intoxicated by them.

Yang Liulang saw that her mesmerized little face was especially charming under the moonlight.

"Sleep early." He spoke to her calmly, his heart pounding in his chest.

Hemai's face was boiling hot, just the feeling of his palms on her back was already extremely shy, not to mention that Liulang was so close to her, he could even clearly feel the heat coming from his body.

"Yes." Hemai replied softly as she hid her face under the blanket.

She was afraid that Liulang would see her unnatural expression and rapid breathing, but Liulang seemed to be even more panicked than her. After placing her on the bed, she quickly laid down, leaving only her back facing Hemai.

This night felt even more timid and tense than the first time they were married.

After all, the distance between the two of them in the same bed was much more intimate than the distance between them in the same room.

The distance between them was only a few inches, but Hemai could still smell a sweet fragrance — — Liulang would add a small amount of barley into the water bottle every night when he boiled water to wash up, saying it had the effect of calming his mind.

In these past few days, Hemai had been used to the faint scent of barley, but today, the smell coming from the brick bed was like a lock that crawled into her head, making her unable to sleep soundly. Her entire mind was filled with Yang Liulang.

Under her slightly bright eyes, her broad body was covered with a small jacket, which could only be worn at her waist – her jacket was really too small.

Is he really not cold? Hemai blinked under her blanket and thought to herself: Just now, I even heated up a stove in my room. The night is still cold, sleeping like this for a night, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold.

Normally, Hemai would sleep comfortably in the blanket by himself, but today, it was as if her whole body had grown thorns, causing him to be unable to fall asleep, as if she felt that there was something lacking in the blanket.

Yang Liulang's body did not move at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Hemai, however, could not fall asleep no matter what. After thinking about it again and again in her heart, she still could not bear to sleep so comfortably.

She gently and gently turned the blanket by half a circle, using the length of the blanket as the head of the blanket, one part covering herself, and the other part gently covering Yang Liulang's body.

Like this, the legs would stay outside, while Hemai kept her feet hidden, but her heart was at ease! This time, Liulang would not catch a cold!

Her movements were light, originally thinking that she would not alarm Yang Liulang, but unexpectedly when she finished tidying up the bedding, she raised her eyes, only to see a pair of bright eyes looking at her.

"You … you haven't slept yet?" Hemai was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Was it too cold to sleep?"

"I didn't," Yang Liulang said with a slightly sunken voice, but his tone was relatively relaxed, "I've been used to sleeping on those wooden boards, but unexpectedly, I slept on the brick bed, so I'm a little not used to it."

So that was the reason, Hemai came to a realization.

"You must be feeling much more comfortable on the brick bed," Hemai smiled and said, "I've caused you so much trouble by sleeping on the floor for so long."

In the darkness, her voice was soft and gentle, and her words were much more delicate than if she had spoken during the day. It was like a cat's paw scratching against Yang Liulang's heart, or the feeling of cotton fluttering to his cheek when it was opened.

Yang Liulang closed his eyes slightly in the darkness, as if he was sensing the warmth and serenity of this moment. After a long while, he said softly, "I am not feeling wronged."

What was he feeling wronged about?

People like him, as they say, are poor and destitute, fierce and stupid.

There were very few people who were willing to talk to him.

Other than Xu Jiang, Ma Er and his old brothers, he had never thought of making friends with anyone else in a place like Xiaoqing Village, because he knew that with the image that he had displayed, it was already considered lucky not to scare the villagers.

But it exceeded his expectations, Hemai broke into his sight just like that, with a young lady's spirit, cuteness, naivety, and intelligence.

And most importantly, it was the look in her eyes.

He had never seen a woman's gaze before. It was so lively and peaceful, like a flower in full bloom that did not belong to the mortal world.

She had aroused his desire for protection and his curiosity.

From the moment he met her gaze, his initial simple and innocent thoughts towards Hemai had gradually deviated into a direction that he could not control.

And after these few days of interaction, his feelings for Hemai were no longer as simple as just wanting to protect him.

It was a good thing that no matter how far he deviated his position, he could guarantee that he wouldn't do anything that would make Hemai sad.

No matter who it was, including himself.

But every time he happily went to do some things for Hemai that would make her happy, Hemai's reaction would always make him sad.

The palm that had struck his heart the last time had not faded, and he did not dare rush up to him again to express his thoughts. He was afraid of scaring Hemai, or else Hemai would take another step back.

In front of his eyes, Liulang could still feel Hemai's aura even though his eyes were closed. It was enough to let him feel his softness and beauty even though he didn't touch her.

"Let's go to bed early." He said no more, only faintly spitting out these four words. He turned his body, and his breath gradually became longer and longer.

Hemai was a little naughty when she slept, but no one knew about it when she was alone on the brick bed. Since Liulang was so close to her today, it was fine if she didn't sleep well for the first half of the night, but she could feel her uneasiness after midnight.

His hands moved from his face to his chest, then from Liulang's legs to his stomach, and then he unconsciously kicked.

Liulang was so bitter that he did not dare to make a move, but he was happy to have a sweet feeling.

Until the latter half of the night, Liulang simply did not care about Hemai's actions at all. Baffling, he grabbed onto one of her hands, then held onto her kicking feet.

By the next morning, the two of them had woken up about the same time.

The two of them woke up earlier than usual. Because they slept late last night, they both woke up a bit confused, but they still woke up in the end.