The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

Chicken soup stewed with angelica can indeed replenish qi and blood. That night, Yan Zhenshen felt hot all over. He hugged his sleeping husband, and Chu Xiao rubbed the man's chest unconsciously.

Yan Zhenshen held back, but couldn't help kissing here and touching there.

Finally, he woke up the sleeping man. When he opened his eyes, he felt a heat. He reached out and touched it. The man's chest was very hot.

Chu Xiao groaned in a daze: "Brother Shen, why are you so hot? Is it very hot?"

"Husband." Yan Zhenshen's voice was hoarse and low, with a strong smell of desire.

"Yeah." Chu Xiao responded, and touched the man's body a few more times, looking up with some confusion, "Can't you sleep?"

He felt very comfortable touching her, after all, the touch was really good, but he didn't know how much the man had endured.

"Xiao brother." Yan Zhenshen called softly again, and tightened his arms around his waist.

"Hmm?" Chu Xiao was about to ask him what was wrong and whether he was sick when the man kissed her lips.

The passionate kiss seemed to melt people, and Chu Xiao's brain, which was already unclear due to sleepiness, turned into a mess.

Intermittent whimpers came from the thatched hut. Taxue lay under the eaves, pricked up his ears and listened, then lay down and continued to sleep.

After the sound stopped, Yan Zhenshen lit the kerosene lamp. In the dim light, he could still see the person lying limply on the kang, with countless ambiguous marks on his body, staring at the dilapidated roof with half-open eyes.

Chu Xiao felt as if his soul was floating in the air at this moment. For a moment, he seemed to have no idea what day it was. There was only a white light in front of his eyes. It was as if he had traveled through time and space again and went to that place that was so beautiful that it was beyond words.

Yan Zhenshen took a towel and simply wiped the man. Chu Xiao came back to his senses and said, "Brother Shen."

Yan Zhenshen hugged him and patted him on the back: "Yes, husband."

"I feel like you'll kill me on the kang sooner or later."

Yan Zhenshen was startled when he heard this, and then he patted his husband on the buttocks: "Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Ge'er will live a long life."

Chu Xiao was amused by the photo: "Brother Shen, are you afraid that I will die?"

"Don't say that word." Yan Zhenshen looked at him seriously: "You have to stay with me forever. Even if I'm gone, you have to live well."

Yan Zhenshen subconsciously avoided the word "death".

Chu Xiao didn't say anything, but just hugged the man tightly and fell asleep unknowingly.

A wisp of smoke rose from the forest. Someone in the thatched hut had woken up. Yan Zhenshen was busy in the kitchen. When Chu Xiao woke up, breakfast was already on the table.

Chu Xiao was washing up in the yard, holding her waist. Seeing the man still full of energy, she felt a little unbalanced.

After breakfast, Yan Zhenshen did not go hunting. His husband had worked hard last night, and he had to help him reclaim the wasteland.

Carrying a hoe, he asked Chu Xiao where he planned to reclaim land and plant medicinal herbs.

Chu Xiao knew that angelica did not completely like sunlight, so it had to be planted in a semi-shaded and semi-sunny location, and also in a place where water could not easily accumulate.

Finally, we chose a place next to the trees on the east side of the thatched house, which can block the midday sun but still be illuminated by the afterglow of the afternoon. The most important thing is that this place is very flat.

After Chu Xiao made his choice, Yan Zhenshen started swinging his hoe. Chu Xiao wanted to go over to help, but was stopped by Yan Zhenshen.

However, Chu Xiao was not idle either. In addition to growing herbs, he also wanted to grow some vegetables. There happened to be a large open space in front of the yard with no trees blocking it, so it would be most suitable to dig it up and grow vegetables.

I think when this thatched house was built, the nearby trees were cleared away and the weeds were cleared regularly. Now there is only thumb-long grass in front of the yard, so it is not difficult to clean up.

Chu Xiaoxiao was used to doing farm work, and he dug with the help of his body memory. After clearing out a small piece, he felt some pain in the palm of his hand. He opened his palm and saw that blisters had appeared on it. Was it because his posture was wrong or he had become pampered because he had not done any work for a while?

However, Chu Xiao didn't take the pain seriously at all. He found a handkerchief to wrap his palm and continued to work.

When the sun got higher and higher and people were sweating all over, Chu Xiao put down his hoe and picked up the weeds. He spread some on the ground to dry and fed some to the silly roe deer in the woodshed.

Chu Xiao sat at the door of the woodshed and watched the two roe deer eating grass, just taking a rest. After they finished eating, they kept calling out, it seemed that they were not full.

Chu Xiao went to the kitchen, poured a bowl of water and drank it all, then found a large, somewhat worn-out wooden basin, filled it with water and took it to the woodshed to feed the small animals.

Then he took the water bag and filled it up, then staggered towards Yan Zhenshen.

The area on the east side is also large, and there are almost no trees within a hundred meters. If it can be cleaned up, a lot of things can be planted. There is a slightly sloping step outside the yard. Standing on it, you can see Yan Zhenshen digging the ground.

Yan Zhenshen also saw him, stopped digging and waved to him: "Don't stand there, the sun is too strong."

Chu Xiao grinned, walked over quickly, and handed the water bag to Yan Zhenshen: "Are you thirsty?"

Yan Zhenshen took it and drank a few sips before answering: "It's okay, it's not hot here because there are shade trees."

Chu Xiao took off the handkerchief in his hand and wiped his sweat, "You take a break, I'll do the digging."

Yan Zhenshen noticed the blisters on his husband's hands and asked unhappily, "How did this happen?"

"I was just thinking about making a vegetable patch in front of the yard, and I accidentally rubbed it." Chu Xiao spread out his hand to show Yan Zhenshen nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it will heal in two days."

Although he said it didn't hurt, Yan Zhenshen was still a little unhappy. He pressed him under a big tree and made him sit, not allowing him to interfere with the land reclamation work.

Chu Xiao chuckled and sat obediently for a while. Then he remembered that he came here to cut grass for the two silly roe deer, so he stood up again, took out a sickle and started cutting fresh grass nearby.

Yan Zhenshen didn't care this time. Since he was a farmer's son, it was impossible for him to not do any work. However, such strenuous work as digging the ground was not suitable for his husband.

After all, her husband was small and thin, so he didn't dare to squeeze him hard when they did that at night, for fear of breaking bones. However, he could still do the light work.

Chu Xiao cut a large pile of grass and felt a little hungry. He looked up at the sky and thought it was time for lunch. He threw the grass into the space and said, "Brother Shen, I'll go back and cook."

Chu Xiao killed a pheasant last night, so he planned to have a light meal today. The vegetables and tofu that Zhao Guizhi brought him before going up the mountain were still safely placed in the space. Since the space was in a static state, he didn't have to worry about the things going bad.

It's hot now and I like to eat some soupy food, but I have to eat enough while working, so I have some Chinese cabbage and tofu soup, scrambled eggs with green onions, and a pot of dry rice.

After making the decision, Chu Xiao started to work. Although it was uncomfortable to cook when the kitchen was hot in summer, Chu Xiao was interested in cooking. He didn't feel anything special. He even felt a little excited every time he cooked. It felt good to make delicious dishes for the people he loved.