After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

The boy's cheeks were slightly sunken, his pointed chin was sticking out, and his eyes were rolling around, making him look like a cunning little fox.

Ling Chuan had been keeping an eye on him, so of course he didn't miss his facial expressions which changed as quickly as the wind.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "No hurry, no need, I won't marry you."

Xia Mo: "..." He just felt a feeling of powerlessness filling his chest.

Ling Chuan's eyes were deep. For some reason, he felt his hands itchy when looking at this boy. He wanted to reach out and stroke the boy's little head, but when he touched the wound on the boy's forehead, he gave up.

Alas, it seems that I can’t escape the fate of becoming someone’s wife first.

Xia Mo suddenly felt a little tired and didn't want to talk anymore.

Seeing that the boy looked like he had lost all hope in life, Ling Chuan thought for a moment and added, "Don't be nervous. I won't force you."

Xia Mo instantly became excited: "So you agree with me?"

"No." Ling Chuan rejected it outright, looking at Xia Mo dimly. Actually, before the wedding, he had no intention of living with this boy, but now...

Hearing this, Xia Mo let out a frustrated "Oh" and stammered, "...Okay."

Although Ling Chuan looked a little cold, he could see that Xia Mo was uncomfortable and tired, so he found an excuse to go out.

Xia Mo was a patient after all. He had been exhausted from fighting wits and courage with Li for a long time. Now he was finally full and had nothing to do. He suddenly felt sleepy and went back to bed and fell asleep.

At night, the temperature dropped slightly, the fog was thick and the dew was heavy. Every household had closed their doors and stayed indoors. The dim candlelight shone from the windows of the house like little fireflies.

In the distance, you can occasionally hear the chirping of insects and even a few dogs barking.

Ling Chuan took care of everything. Seeing that Xia Mo was still sleeping, he didn't want to wake him up, so he fetched a basin of hot water and gently wiped his face.

After wiping his face and hands, he carefully rolled up the boy's trouser legs, but unexpectedly, what came into view were whip marks of varying depths. Looking at these scars, Ling Chuan's face gradually became gloomy, and his pupils became dark.

He pursed his lips and applied the hot towel. Perhaps because the new wound on his calf was irritated, Xia Mo's body trembled and his brows frowned slightly.

I saw his crow-feather eyelashes tremble slightly, then he moaned and slowly opened his eyes.

Xia Mo woke up slowly, his sleepy eyes were a little confused. When he saw the man sitting next to him wiping his legs with a towel, he instantly returned to his senses.

He suddenly pulled his legs back, then laughed awkwardly: "Haha, sorry, I was too sleepy, I'll do it myself."

Ling Chuan glanced at him, then washed the towel, wrung out the water and put it in his hand.

Xia Mo moved quickly and finished wiping it in no time.

He wanted to put down his rolled-up trouser legs, but was stopped by the man's thick, strong and powerful hands.

"Apply the medicine first."

After saying that, he stood up and took out a small bottle of ointment from the small cabinet beside him. He scooped some and applied it on Xia Mo's bruised legs, rubbing it slowly without giving Xia Mo any chance to refuse.

Xia Mo was a little surprised. When the milky white ointment was applied on his calves, it actually gave him a minty cooling sensation, not strong, but very comfortable.

"Thank you." Xia Mo looked at Ling Chuan and thanked him sincerely.

Ling Chuan didn't stop applying the medicine, but just glanced at him vaguely out of the corner of his eye.

"You and I don't have to be polite."

"Oh..." A very familiar sentence.

After applying the ointment, Ling Chuan closed the bottle and put it in his hand: "Take it, it will heal the scar."

Xia Mo looked at the thing in his hand silently, licked his dry lips, and sighed in his heart, this man probably really treats him as his wife.

"Are you hungry?" Ling Chuan asked suddenly.

Just as Xia Mo was about to say that he was hungry, his stomach took the initiative and a series of "gurgling" sounds were heard between the two of them.

"..."

Xia Mo felt a little embarrassed for yelling so loudly.

Ling Chuan didn't feel anything. After all, it was already evening. "I'll go heat it up for you."

"I'll go too." Xia Mo said.

Ling Chuan glanced at him and nodded.

Not far from the kitchen, Xia Mo followed Ling Chuan and looked around.

The ancient countryside did not have the bright lights of modern times. The moon hung high in the sky, emitting a faint blue light that illuminated the hilltops on all sides. The wind was a little chilly. Xia Mo unconsciously tightened his clothes and clasped his hands to his chest, trying to resist the chill that was blowing on his face.

So Xia Mo quickened his pace and hid in the kitchen.

Lingchuan brought the reserved food to a large pot, which already had water and a square bamboo rack in it. He then covered it with a wooden lid and started to light the fire with a jiao chi.

Xia Mo took a look at the very simple kitchen and walked forward and said, "Let me light the fire."

Ling Chuan said "hmm", stood up and moved aside to let him come.

Xia Mo squatted in front of the stove and immediately felt much warmer.

He felt that if Ling Chuan didn't squat beside him, he would be better...

Ling Chuan is a man of few words, while Xia Mo is the opposite, so it is really uncomfortable to be kept silent like this.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was one thing he forgot to tell Ling Chuan, so he said, "Brother Ling, I want to keep my mother's things myself."

Ling Chuan turned his head to look at him, "It's originally yours, no need to give it to me."

Xia Mo smiled happily. Not everyone is as greedy as Li and his friends. It must be said that a man with both good character and good looks is very magical and makes people feel at ease.

Therefore, Xia Mo decided to adapt to their life together. Even if they could not become a couple in the future, it would be good to be good friends.

Ling Chuan observed Xia Mo calmly, the firelight reflected on his vivid expression, especially in his smart eyes, where two small flames were dancing actively, flickering again and again, very eye-catching.

After one day of contact, Ling Chuan discovered that the young man was nothing like the one he had seen before. Although they had the same appearance, their personalities were completely different. Was he pretending before?

"?" Xia Mo looked at Ling Chuan with a puzzled look.

Ling Chuan looked at him for a moment and said, "It should be heated up."

"Oh oh." Xia Mo stood up suddenly, but didn't want to squat for too long. He used too much force and his eyes went dark in an instant, and he almost fell down.

Seeing this, Ling Chuan quickly stood up and supported the man.

After Xia Mo stood firm, his vision quickly returned to normal and he said gratefully, "Thank you."

If Ling Chuan hadn't supported him in time, Xia Mo felt that if he had really bumped down, he would have hit the stove.

"Go sit over there." Ling Chuan frowned.

He seems unhappy?

Xia Mo did not refuse and sat down at the small square table obediently.

Ling Chuan also ate together this time. During the meal, Xia Mo secretly glanced at him a few times. In the end, adhering to the good tradition of not talking while eating or sleeping, he did not try to find a topic to talk to him.

After eating, Ling Chuan asked Xia Mo to go back to his room first.

After returning to the room, Xia Mo sat on the bed and stared at the flickering candlelight. His throat rolled a few times and his heart felt a little tight.

Now...it's already night. He said there's no rush, so he won't go back on his word, right?!

Xia Mo fell into confusion again. Various images of dyeing cloth emerged in his mind. Ahem, no, I can't think about it anymore!

The calmer you are, the more panicked you become.

It was not until Ling Chuan came in with a chill that Xia Mo stopped the messy thoughts in his mind.

He clutched the quilt tightly on the bed, his heart pounding. With every step Ling Chuan took closer, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Just when he was worrying about whether he really had to do that today, Ling Chuan suddenly said, "I'll sleep over here."

After saying that, he turned around and moved two long benches in, then placed them parallel to the wall, put some wooden boards on top, and covered them with old mats and thin blankets...

Xia Mo, who didn't even dare to breathe just now: "..."

Brother, let's talk about this. How about we say it earlier next time?

Xia Mo silently watched Ling Chuan set up the bed. Well, he was just overthinking it.