Chapter 56
"One day apart feels like three years" - Wang Jin finally understood the meaning of this saying.
After what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning, Wang Jin finally drifted into a restless sleep.
In his drowsy state, he thought he saw the man return. Instinctively, he clung to him.
The sudden warmth of the soft, delicate body pressing against him made Yuan Heng stiffen. He quickly steadied the little ger with his hands.
But after latching onto him, the little ger made no further moves, instead nestling into the crook of his neck with steady breaths, as if peacefully asleep.
Yuan Heng lowered his gaze, studying the little ger - his eyes shut, long lashes resting quietly against his eyelids, unlike their usual fluttering when awake. His slightly parted, tender lips revealed a glimpse of pearly teeth, making him look like a little rabbit.
Yuan Heng’s expression softened. Carefully adjusting his stiff posture, he supported the little ger with one hand while gently untangling his limbs from around him. He laid him down on the bed, pulled a fur blanket over him, and tucked his exposed limbs beneath the warm cover.
When he reached the left hand, Yuan Heng paused. A long, fresh cut marred the little ger’s fair, slender fingers, likely from something sharp.
He remembered the basin of wet laundry he’d seen in the courtyard earlier, the white fabric stained with vivid red blood...
His little ger was already so delicate, unused to labor, why had he been washing clothes?
A pang of heartache struck Yuan Heng. He pulled out a medicinal paste from his pocket. The wound had already been treated, but most of the paste had rubbed off. He reapplied it meticulously, then wrapped it with a clean bandage.
Perhaps the movement was too much, the little ger’s lashes fluttered slightly, and he cracked open a drowsy slit of his eyes.
"Brother Heng..." he murmured unconsciously, not fully awake, but he puckered his lips and planted a kiss on Yuan Heng’s lips.
Yuan Heng’s heart lurched violently. The little ger then nuzzled against his chest like a spoiled child, stirring restless desire in him.
Struggling to steady his breathing, Yuan Heng patted his lower back. "Little ger, why can’t you take care of yourself?"
"You hurt yourself, and you didn’t even eat properly."
As soon as he’d entered, he’d seen the untouched, cold roasted meat on the table.
The portion he’d asked Lai Yuan to bring back wasn’t large, just enough for the little ger’s usual appetite. Yet he’d barely touched it.
Yuan Heng’s voice was thick with concern, carrying a hint of reproach he himself hadn’t noticed.
Wang Jin, sensitive, caught that faint scolding. His nose twitched with grievance as he leaned in to kiss the man’s chin, calling out sweetly, "Brother Heng..."
"!" The little ger’s voice was like an overwhelmingly sweet candied fruit tossed into the man’s heart, turning his entire being into syrup. The ripples it sent through him made his emotions surge uncontrollably.
His heart raced wildly. The little ger’s eyes, still half-lidded, were tinged with red at the corners as he leaned closer, his gaze seductive - enough to captivate anyone.
Yuan Heng could hold back no longer. He pressed the little ger down beneath him.
The night passed.
The next morning, Wang Jin woke up and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before fragments of the previous night flashed through his mind.
His entire face burned crimson.
Though he and Yuan Heng had long been married and were often intimate, each time carried the same shyness as the first. And last night had been especially tender, as if reuniting after a long separation.
Yet in reality, they’d only been apart for less than a day!
Wang Jin’s heart pounded fiercely, his entire body feverish. He peeked discreetly to the side—only to find it empty.
His mood instantly plummeted from joy. Glancing around, he saw the room had already been tidied, his clothes from last night hung outside.
In the main room, his favorite breakfast was covered and waiting.
The man had left early again...
Wang Jin’s lips pursed in dismay.
This was the scene Mu ger walked in on.
The little ger stood with his head bowed, his figure lonely and desolate. Up close, his face bore an unprecedented look of grievance, as if deeply wronged.
His watery eyes and slightly puffed cheeks from pouting made him look like a pitiful little animal.
Mu ger couldn’t help but chuckle, pinching Wang Jin’s cheek. "Has Brother Heng only just left, and A-Jin already misses him?"
"Who misses him?!" Wang Jin retorted stubbornly, though his face turned even redder.
Mu ger didn’t press further. "Brother Heng asked me to tell you to eat properly and not do any chores."
Wang Jin’s eyes flickered. Only then did he notice his fingers had been carefully rebandaged.
Brother Heng... still dotes on me so much.
His mood brightened instantly, a radiant smile breaking across his face as if his earlier gloom had never existed.
Mu ger shook his head helplessly, pulling Wang Jin inside. "It’s getting cold, you can’t get out of bed without clothes. What if you catch a chill?"
As he spoke, he handed Wang Jin his clothes, which Wang Jin put on cheerfully.
"Jin ger!" A call came from outside. The two stepped out to find several gers from the tribe arriving with their looms to visit Wang Jin.
"...So early?" Wang Jin glanced at the sun, barely risen. These people were too diligent, even more so than usual.
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