He helped her fold the quilt, and his tall and sturdy body stood beside Hemai, like a wide but warm mountain, and the shadow cast in front of Hemai's eyes, both stable and heartwarming.

Rokuro, who was carrying the moonlight on his back, had a pair of eyes shining on his face, so bright that people wanted to take a few more looks.

Just look at those eyes, how clear and crystalline......

Thinking of the crooked eyes when the two of them talked on weekdays, He Mai seemed to be a little intoxicated in these eyes.

Yang Liulang looked at her bewildered little face in the moonlight, and stared at her steadily, adding a bit of charm and inadvertently seductive.

"Go to bed early." He said to her calmly as he pressed his heartbeat that was about to overflow his chest.

He Mai's face was hot, and she was already extremely shy just by feeling the touch of his big palms behind her back, not to mention that Liulang's body was still so close to her at this time, and she could even clearly feel the heat on his body.

"Hmm." He Mai replied with a low voice, and shrank her face under the quilt.

She was afraid that Rokuro would see her unnatural face and slightly rapid breathing, but Rokuro seemed to be more panicked than her, and after putting her in the futon, he hurriedly lay down face in, leaving only a heavy back to face Hemai.

The feeling of this night was even more nervous and shy than when the newlyweds were in the same room for the first time.

After all, lying in the same bed is far more intimate than being indoors.

The distance between the two was only a few inches, and the wheat could still smell a burst of fragrant smell - when Rokuro boiled water to wash every night, he would add a small handful of barley to the kettle, saying that it had a calming effect.

This habit has continued since He Mai married into the Yang family, and during this time, He Mai is also used to the faint smell of barley, but today, the smell from the kang is like a lock, burrowing into her head to make her unable to fall asleep clearly, and her mind is full of Yang Liulang.

In the faint bright gaze, the broad body was covered with a small jacket, but it could only be worn to the waist - her jacket was too small.

Is he really not cold, He Mai blinked under the quilt, thinking that he had just burned the stove in the miscellaneous room, and it was still cold at night, and he was afraid that he would catch a cold if he slept like this.

On weekdays, Hemai sleeps comfortably and steadily in the quilt alone, but today, he can't sleep as if he has thorns all over his body, as if he feels that there is something wrong in the quilt.

Yang Liulang's body in front of him was motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

He Mai couldn't sleep, and after thinking about it in his heart, he was still reluctant to sleep so comfortably.

She simply turned the quilt around lightly, took the long side as the quilt head, and put it on herself on one side, and gently covered Yang Liulang's body on the other.

In this way, the feet were left outside, and He Mai shrunk his feet, but his heart was steady-this time Rokuro will not catch a cold!

She moved very lightly, thinking that she would not alarm Yang Liulang, but she didn't want her to raise her eyes after tidying up the bedding, but she saw a pair of shining eyes staring at her.

"Y-You haven't slept yet?" He Mai was stunned, and Fang came to his senses, "Was it too cold just now to sleep?" ”

"That's not true," Yang Liulang's voice was slightly heavy, and his tone was quite relaxed, "I'm used to sleeping on that wooden board on weekdays, and I can't help sleeping on the kang in the cold, but I'm a little uncomfortable." ”

It turned out that this was the reason, and the wheat was suddenly surprised.

"It's much more comfortable on the kang," He Mai said with a smile, "I'm sorry that you've been sleeping on the ground for so long." ”

Her voice was soft and soft in the dark, and her words were much more delicate than when she spoke during the day. It's like a cat's paw scratching the tip of Yang Liulang's heart, and it's like a slight itch on the cheeks when the kapok opens.

Yang Liulang closed his eyes slightly in the dark, as if he was feeling the tranquility and warmth of this moment, and after a long time, he whispered: "Don't be wronged." ”

What is wronged?

People like him, as outsiders say, are poor and destitute, vicious and stupid.

There are very few people willing to talk to him.

Except for the old brothers Xu Jiang, Ma Er and Tian Dacheng, he never thought of making friends in a place like Xiaoqing Village, because he knew that with the image he showed, it was a great luck not to scare the villagers, so how could he talk about friendship?

But beyond his expectations, Hemai broke into his eyes like this, with a girl's aura, cute and intelligent.

And most importantly, the look in her eyes.

He had never seen a woman's eyes, they were so smart and calm, like a blooming flower that did not belong to the red dust.

She aroused his desire for protection, but also his curiosity.

From the moment he met her eyes, his initial simple and innocent thoughts about He Mai gradually deviated from the trajectory and developed in a direction beyond his control.

And after getting along day and night during this period of time, his feelings for Hemai are no longer just as simple as wanting to protect.

Fortunately, no matter what direction this trajectory deviates from, he can guarantee that he will never do anything that makes He Mai sad.

Whoever it is, including himself.

But whenever he happily went to do something for He Mai that would make her happy, He Mai's reaction would always make him sad, and her withdrawal and rejection were like a slap in the face.

The palm print that hit him last time was not gone, and he didn't dare to rush up again to express his heart, he was afraid of scaring Hemai, and he was afraid that Hemai would take another step back.

In front of him, Liulang felt the breath of Hemai, closed his eyes and did not touch it, but he could still feel her softness and beauty, and it was enough to get along like this.

"Go to bed early." He didn't say anything more, just lightly spit out four words, and then flipped his body, and his breath gradually became even.

He Mai was a little dishonest when she slept, and naturally no one knew when she was alone on the kang, but this Liulang was so appropriate to her, it was okay that she didn't sleep well in the first half of the night, and she felt her restlessness in the second half of the night.

The claws of his hands fluttered from his face to his chest for a while, and his feet kicked from Rokuro's calves to his stomach for a while, and he kicked unconsciously.

Rokuro was so miserable that he didn't dare to move, but he also enjoyed it and had sweet feelings.

In the second half of the night, Liulang simply ignored Hemai's movements, grabbed one of her hands in a daze, and held her kicking and kicking feet, and fell asleep in a daze.

By the next morning, the two of them had woken up at about the same time.

The two woke up earlier than usual, because they slept late yesterday, they were a little confused when they got up in the morning, but they still woke up.