Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

He didn't stop the movement of his hands. Perhaps because he disliked her feet being too cold, he freed one hand, untied a small wine flask from his waist and handed it to her: "Take a sip to warm you up."

Anan took the wine jug and looked at it carefully.

The small pot is made of white pottery, flat and easy to carry. There is a picture of a beauty under a plum blossom on the front, and cursive script on the back. If you look closely, you can see that it is engraved with a sentence by Tang Yin: "The Peach Blossom Fairy plants peach trees, and picks peach blossoms to exchange for money for wine."

The wine jug was old, but very clean, without even a scratch on it, showing that he took great care of it. She was delighted that he could lend her such a personal item, and just when she felt that their relationship had taken a step further, she heard him speak: "Don't you look quite smart?"

"Ah?" Anan, holding the wine jug in his hand, stared at him in a daze, not knowing what this guy meant.

"I say, you become a fool when things get bad." He put her feet on his outer robe, then looked up at her big eyes and said seriously, "You come in and out of my room every day, don't you recognize all the people around me?"

Anan was speechless and burped.

He seemed not to notice that she was unhappy, and continued: "You believe everything they say and follow them without thinking. People like you will not have enough lives!"

Anan was both angry and amused. He had been anxious for a long time because his cousin was missing, and then he fell into the icy water and nearly died. He felt wronged, but instead of saying a word to her, he was so blunt in listing her "sins" one by one.

He doesn't talk much, but every word hits the point.

Anan listened to him scolding while drinking, repeating to herself that getting angry would make her ugly. Then she changed her mind and thought, this guy has that face, so he can say whatever he wants. As long as he is here, as long as he is still willing to talk to her...

He scolded her and she looked at him. They were both very busy, seemingly busy with their own things, but also seemed to be strung together by an invisible rope.

Anan originally just wanted to take a few sips from his wine bottle to warm himself up, but as he looked at him, he forgot to be modest and unconsciously drank the entire small bottle of wine.

The wine jug was not big, but the wine was too strong. She was no longer cold, but rather a little hot and stuffy. She swallowed, gently tugged at her collar, threw the wine jug away, and lazily moved towards him. Then, she unceremoniously put her head on his shoulder, found a comfortable position and fell asleep, muttering, "You must help me find Xiaofu. If she is lost, I..."

He looked down at the girl who automatically climbed into his arms with a look of familiarity. He looked down and saw that she was already asleep. A strange torrent of emotion instantly swept through his body, and he couldn't help but look at her blushing cheeks.

The moonlight in the sky is just right. I secretly think in my heart that I should tell her tomorrow that I can’t drink much and shouldn’t drink too much. I shouldn’t be so defenseless in front of a man...

He looked down at her again, she was like a delicate flower, and suddenly he felt a thousand kinds of worries in his heart. He unconsciously hugged her tighter, but it seemed that it was not enough, so he hugged her tighter until she unconsciously exhaled and frowned. He then loosened his grip a little, but still did not want to let go.

Anan didn't know how long it had been before she woke up and found herself lying in his arms. He had fallen asleep, holding her tightly in his arms. Her body was resting on his chest and he was covered with his outer robe. The whole world was filled with the pleasant smell of pine.