Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

"Niannian, sit here for a while. I'll wipe the bed and put my own mattress on it. Then you can go to sleep."

As soon as Tang Ping entered the carriage, he saw a man, a woman and a child, sleeping on their beds, so he arranged for Shi Yan to sit on a mat on the ground for a while.

He quickly threw the dirty bed on the ground, washed the basin and filled it with hot water, wiped the bed board neatly, and put the mattress on.

"Nian Nian, you must be tired. The bed is already made. Go to sleep."

After such an incident happened late at night, Shi Yan did feel tired, especially since she had consumed a lot of her supernatural powers to nourish the baby and Mrs. Zhang. Shi Yan had very little supernatural power left in her body. Only by getting enough sleep to restore her physical strength could her supernatural powers be restored.

"Ah."

After responding to Tang Ping weakly, Shi Yan propped herself up and prepared to stand up, but unexpectedly, she was suddenly lifted into the air.

The man's sharp jawline was right in front of her, followed by his protruding Adam's apple, his straight collarbone, and his faintly visible wheat-colored pectoral muscles.

Shi Yan was already a little confused, and being held in such an embrace made her even more confused.

She had leaned on this strong chest a lot during the past two days at the Tang family. Now she was tired and didn't have the mood to be pretentious, so she simply hugged the man's neck, buried him in his arms, closed her eyes, and went into a deep sleep.

Shi Yan's sleep troubled Tang Ping. He didn't want to wake up his sleeping wife, so he naturally couldn't pull down her arms.

There was no way out, he could only move himself and pull his head out of the circle formed by his wife's arms.

As luck would have it, just as he put the person on the bed, the lights in the car went out. The lights went out so suddenly that Tang Ping's eyes were completely dark and he could only feel his wife's breathing close to him.

Tang Ping swallowed subconsciously, then held his breath, kept supporting the bed with both hands, and slowly pulled himself out from between his young wife's arms.

A faint fragrance came over, and Tang Ping felt that something soft had brushed against his lips and nose in the darkness. The fragrance became even stronger, and his arms couldn't help but go limp.

But luckily he was quick, leaning back and falling directly onto the mat on the ground.

Tang Ping didn't feel any pain when he fell to the ground. Instead, it woke him up from the charming state he was in just now. In the darkness, he rubbed his hot face a little irritably. When he felt his cheeks were not so hot anymore, he adjusted his posture and fell asleep.

The next day, the first person to wake up in the entire carriage was the baby who was born the night before. Although his humming was not loud, it was enough to wake up Tang Ping who was sleeping lightly on the ground.

Considering the difference between men and women, Tang Ping did not dare to reach out to call Mrs. Zhang who was still sleeping soundly, and it was even more impossible for him to pick up the baby in the bed.

So he could only think of a gentle way to wake up the person who was sleeping soundly.

A large spoonful of malted milk was added into the enamel teacup, and then the unused hot water in the kettle was poured in. The rich aroma of milk filled the carriage, and Tang Ping felt a little hungry when he smelled it.

However, he did not drink it. Instead, he took out his lunch box, tore the uneaten biscuits he brought in the car into small pieces and placed them on the compartment of the lunch box. He then lowered the compartment and added water, and closed the lid of the lunch box. In this way, when Shi Yan woke up, the biscuits would absorb the heat and water vapor and would not be dry and hard.

The two adults and one child in the carriage were all in an unguarded state. Tang Ping could not go anywhere and could only wait quietly.

In the end, the baby, who was originally humming, started crying loudly, and the two people who were sleeping soundly were woken up.

"Nian Nian, you're awake. There's some hot water. Go wash up. I made some malted milk for you. It's warm now and you can drink it."

"Ah."

Through observation over the past few days, Shi Yan really felt that Tang Ping was an extremely gentle and thoughtful person. It was hard not to like such a person, and Shi Yan felt the same way.

"Have you eaten? Don't think about just looking after me."

Shi Yan couldn't help but express her concern, but she saw that the man in front of her eyes seemed to have suddenly cleared of the clouds and mist, and were filled with stars, the brilliance of which was dazzling.

"Nian Nian, don't worry. I'll go wash up after the car starts. I'll eat after I'm done."