After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

After seeing Liu Yingying and the others off, Xia Mo began to clean up the kitchen and store the malt sugar.

A day passed quietly...

Late at night, there was only a small half candle left in the lamp holder, and after burning for most of the night, it was finally about to burn out.

Therefore, the light in Xia Mo's room was several degrees dimmer than usual.

With a creaky sound, the door was gently pushed open, and then a tall figure walked in and gently closed the door.

When he turned around, the face hidden in the shadows was illuminated by the faint candlelight and became clearly visible in an instant. It was an extremely familiar face.

That’s right, Lingchuan is back!

He stood there for a long time, staring at Xia Mo's bed with burning eyes, and then walked over quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other person.

What Ling Chuan didn't know was that Xia Mo, who had finally felt a little sleepy, was startled awake the instant he heard his noise.

Hearing the footsteps approaching step by step, Xia Mo's eyes suddenly widened, his heart began to beat like thunder, and the dangerous signal of "There is a thief in his house!" kept echoing in his brain.

This realization made Xia Mo so nervous that he swallowed softly. He didn't dare to act rashly, so he carefully reached out his hand hidden in the quilt to the head of the bed and grabbed the dagger that he had pressed under the pillow.

As soon as he grasped the dagger, Xia Mo's heart stopped beating so fast. Alas, Ling Chuan was foresighted. Why was he so unlucky that his house was robbed...

Just when Xia Mo was too tired to complain, the figure suddenly stood in front of his bed. Xia Mo was so scared that he lost all his thoughts in an instant and his heart was in his throat.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes that were half buried in the quilt. He thought to himself that if this man wanted to kill him for money, he would take the opportunity to stand up and fight him!

However, Xia Mo waited and waited until his palms were sweating, but the man didn't move at all...

Is this a psychological tactic played on him?

Xia Mo frowned. He had to admit that the opponent's move was really powerful. He admitted that he was even more vulnerable. He was afraid that the opponent would hit him with a knife unexpectedly. Then he wouldn't even have the chance to draw the dagger and would be covered in blood on the spot.

Ling Chuan, who was standing by the bed and gazing at him affectionately, never imagined that his act of not having the heart to wake him up would bring such torment to the little brother he was thinking about so much!

Therefore, the two people separated by a curtain were both living in their own dire straits.

Ling Chuan stared at it for a long time, and finally he couldn't resist the longing for his little brother. He wanted to see him, so he slowly reached out his hand and lifted the thin curtain.

He's going to take action?!

Xia Mo was shocked.

No, he can't sit still and wait for death!

Therefore, when Ling Chuan reached out his hand again to lift the quilt that covered half of his face, Xia Mo pulled out the dagger and slashed it upwards.

Fortunately, Ling Chuan was quick enough to dodge it, otherwise he would have a long scar on his face.

Xia Mo was so frightened that his head felt dizzy. He only knew that he had not hurt the thief, so he wanted to stab him again.

However, this time, Ling Chuan, who had been prepared, clamped the wrist holding the dagger and pressed him down on the bed. A sharp weapon has no eyes, and Ling Chuan was afraid that he might hurt himself accidentally.

"Zer, it's me."

A familiar low voice sounded from above. Xia Mo immediately stopped struggling when he heard it. He looked up suddenly and saw an extremely familiar handsome face.

The person pressing on him was clearly Ling Chuan!

"Brother Ling? Why is it you?"

Xia Mo's eyes widened, and the hand holding the dagger suddenly loosened, and the dagger fell with a "click".

He stared at Ling Chuan blankly for a long while. The fear in his heart was gone, but the feeling of grievance surged into his heart like a tide, almost drowning him.

"Zer, I'm sorry I'm back late."

Seeing him like this, Ling Chuan felt distressed and let go of the boy's hand, then supported himself on both sides, raised his body slightly, and moved the body that was pressing on the boy away.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said it, Xia Mo couldn't hold it back anymore. He felt his nose sore and his throat a little blocked. Then, even his eyes were filled with tears uncontrollably.

The little brother is crying!

Ling Chuan was also frightened when he saw this, and began to nervously ask Xia Mo: "Ze'er, are you hurt anywhere?"

Xia Mo bit his lip and kept silent, trying hard not to let the tears fall out of his eyes. He knew that he was a little sentimental at the moment, but being rational is one thing, and being wronged and wanting to cry is another!

Seeing that Xia Mo didn't say anything, Ling Chuan sat up and began to examine his hands and face.

Looking at the man's concerned eyes, Xia Mo turned his head away and said in a buzzing voice: "I'm not hurt."

Ling Chuan heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. I scared you. It's my fault. I thought you were asleep..." Ling Chuan said and touched the sweat on the boy's forehead.

Alas, he was already sorry enough for coming back late, but he scared the little brother like this when he came back... Damn it, Ling Chuan thought, feeling even more guilty.

After hearing this, Xia Mo said "hmm" and turned over with his back to Ling Chuan. He didn't want to pay attention to this man for the time being because his heart was too confused.

He was angry that Ling Chuan came back late, and also angry that he scared him... But he almost stabbed him just now, and he used the dagger he gave him...

Seeing this, Ling Chuan stared at the boy's back for a long time before looking away. Then he reached out his hand to pick up the dagger lying on the bed and put it back into the sheath.

As soon as he took it, the boy grabbed his hand, turned around, glared at him with red eyes and said, "It's mine, you can't take it away."

Ling Chuan suddenly met a pair of pitiful eyes, and his heart suddenly felt soft and full of pity.

"Well, it's yours, I won't take it away. I'll help you pack it up, be careful not to get hurt." Ling Chuan explained in a gentle voice.

After hearing that, Xia Mo looked at him twice before releasing his claws and turning his head back.

After Ling Chuan put away the dagger, he placed it in front of Xia Mo, indicating that he was really just afraid that he would hurt himself, so he was just helping him put it away.

Neither of them spoke for a while, but Ling Chuan did not walk away. He just kept looking at Xia Mo, and Xia Mo could not ignore his sharp gaze.

So he said sullenly: "Brother Ling, it's quite late. You must be tired from the journey. You should go and have a rest too."

"I am not tired."

Ling Chuan pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes moved, and then he leaned over and half-huggled Xia Mo and said pitifully, "Ze'er, can you take care of me?"

Suddenly, a hot body pressed against him from behind, and the other person's hot and wet breath sprayed on his neck, which made Xia Mo stiffen all over and his heart began to beat uncontrollably again.

Gurgle... Xia Mo swallowed hard, his eyes widening.

What...what does he want to do?!