Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 32

Xue Yu woke up once in the middle of the night.

He was still very sleepy and could only use his confused brain to barely make out the surrounding environment. He was lying on a brick bed with mud walls connected from east to west. A thin blanket covered his abdomen, and next to his pillow was the rough coat that Cheng Chi had worn during the day and had soiled.

He soon realized that this was Cheng Chi's bed.

The stupid country man was very considerate. Fearing that Xue Yu would not sleep well, he put the soft little person where he had slept before. He saw the little widow's face pressed against his pillow, with his flat belly covered by his thin blanket.

He was so close to his thing, so obedient and docile, like his beloved wife.

Cheng Chi swallowed hard, knowing that Xue Yu would be angry if he told him about it, so he only dared to think about it secretly in his heart.

He wish he really was his beloved wife.

That way he wouldn't be afraid that kissing would make Xue Yu unhappy. He could even be a little more outrageous and kiss him at night and then poke his belly.

Xue Yu frowned on the kang. He smelled the overly strong masculine scent around him. He wanted to sit up, but he was too sleepy to do it. His lips opened and closed for a moment, and he said angrily to the man who was standing stupidly at the head of the bed without blinking, "...Don't look at me."

Cheng Chi obediently withdrew his gaze, put the teacup in his hand on the table, and pulled the thin blanket upwards with his rough thumb: "Have a good rest, I will be back after work in the afternoon. I live alone in my house, you can sleep as long as you want."

Xue Yu couldn't even open his eyes, and didn't hear what he said clearly. Sweat was steaming from his body, and he was so dry that he threw off the quilt, frowned, and muttered, "No, it's too hot."

Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment, looking at the thin blanket hanging loosely on his slender right leg. His arm muscles were bulging and his abdominal muscles were hard and tight enough to hurt him.

The quilt even touched the young widow's legs, and he still had to cover himself with it at night...

The heavy-bodied man didn't dare to make Xue Yu angry, so he could only go along with him. After closing the curtain, he held his breath and asked softly, "Xue Yu, do you want to eat any snacks? I'll go to town and bring them back to you in the evening."

Xue Yu turned over and ignored him.

Cheng Chi stared at the young widow's exposed white and smooth shoulders for a while, said nothing more, gently closed the door, and walked out of the village.

It was hot in the summer and all the farmers were wearing bamboo hats. Cheng Chi was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. On the road leading to the town, he suddenly saw an old woman pushing a wheelbarrow. The bamboo baskets tied to the wheelbarrow were filled with dozens of fresh watermelons with plump skins.

Cheng Chi looked at the pile of watermelons for a moment and called out, "Aunt Liu."

The old woman, who was walking briskly, heard the voice, stopped pushing the cart, turned around, and met the sight of the tall and strong man. She was surprised to see his ears and face were strangely red and hot, and asked in her local accent: "Xiao Cheng, why is your face so red?"

Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment, wiped his forehead, and struggled to get rid of the delicate little widow who was tossing and turning with his quilt in his head. He seemed to know that he was a pervert, and rolled his Adam's apple with a guilty conscience, and said sullenly: "Maybe I have a heat stroke. Aunt, is this the watermelon you planted?"