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Chapter 38 Taking a Cold Shower
"Nope."

When An Min asked him a question, Liang Yi replied with a voice that sounded particularly deep in the night.

“It’s hard to walk while holding you, so I’ll carry you on my back.”

As he spoke, he turned around and squatted down slightly.

Anmin's mind was still foggy, and she was slow to react. She stared at the broad back in front of her for two seconds before she realized what was happening.

She felt a little embarrassed, but her whole body was aching and weak, and she simply didn't have the strength to walk back by herself.

"……Oh."

Anmin responded softly, obediently lying down and gently wrapping her arms around his neck.

Liang Yi easily supported her knees, lifted her onto his back, and stood up steadily, taking a step.

Anmin pressed her entire body against his back, the warm, firm touch penetrating through the thin fabric of his clothes, causing him to sway slightly as he walked, which was even more comfortable than when she was hugging him earlier.

She tilted her head, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her eyelids drooping heavily again.

"You're so tired, don't go tomorrow."

Liang Yi's voice came from the front, filled with heartache.

He had said it before: this kind of land is no ordinary place; it's hard and tiring work.

Not to mention long-standing problems like Dongxiang Village.

Anmin closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his back, her voice muffled, sounding like she was being coquettish or muttering.

"No...the land isn't ready yet...the seeds...the village chief said..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice trailed off, and his breath became long and even.

Liang Yi sighed silently.

He knew he couldn't persuade her; after all, once Anmin got stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull her back.

So Liang Yi could only carry her on his back, walking step by step along the quiet dirt road.

The moonlight wasn't bright, but it was enough for him to see the path beneath his feet.

The only sounds were the chirping of insects and the soft breathing of the person on his back.

Anmin was sleeping soundly, her body rising and falling gently with his steps.

Afraid that she would slip, Liang Yi lifted her up again with his hand supporting her knees.

He felt the person on his back move, the arms around his neck seemed to tighten a little, and warm breath sprayed behind his ear.

“Liang Yi…”

The person on the back suddenly made a muffled call.

"Ok?"

He responded, thinking she had woken up.

"...Not enough water..."

Anmin spoke as if in her sleep, her voice soft and gentle.

Liang Yi paused slightly, but couldn't help but let a tiny smile curve his lips upward.

Even in my dream, I was still worrying about her land and all that messy stuff.

He turned his head to the side and could only see her soft hair falling over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'll have Xiao Wang fetch more water for you tomorrow."

He responded softly, unsure whether he was speaking to her while she was asleep or to himself.

Liang Yi carried An Min on his back and stepped steadily into his own courtyard.

He turned sideways and used his shoulder to push open the half-closed door, walked straight to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) in the inner room, and put Anmin down from his back.

Anmin was fast asleep, her body limp and slid down as if she had no bones.

Liang Yi quickly turned around, put one arm around her waist and the other supporting her back, and laid her down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Well……"

Startled by the movement, Anmin let out a soft moan unconsciously, her long eyelashes trembling, but she didn't open her eyes.

She instinctively turned to her side, curled up like a kitten that had found its nest, rubbed her face against the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Liang Yi stood by the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at her tired sleeping face in the faint moonlight filtering through the window.

No wonder the village chief said he was tired; how could he not be?
Anmin is very concerned about her image; even when she's in a sorry state, she will maintain her pride.

To be honest, Liang Yi quite liked An Min's spirit.

He bent down and gently brushed the stray hairs from her face.

His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her warm skin, the delicate touch stirring a slight flutter in his heart. Liang Yi withdrew his gaze, his eyes landing on her feet.

She was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes covered in mud, with dried mud splattered on the edges of the shoes.

Sleeping with shoes on like that would definitely be uncomfortable, and it would also make the kang (heated brick bed) dirty.

Liang Yi reached out and grabbed An Min's ankle on the side closest to him.

Her ankles were very slender; holding them in my hand, through the thin trouser legs and socks, I could clearly feel the shape of the bones and the warmth of her skin.

Liang Yi's fingers seemed to have been burned, and his movements paused for a moment.

He subconsciously clenched his fingers, the slender ankle bone digging into his palm.

Anmin, lying on the kang (heated brick bed), seemed to feel the binding and warmth on her ankles and shivered slightly in her sleep.

She felt a little itchy and uncomfortable.

This slight reaction made Liang Yi's breath catch in his throat, and his grip on her ankle immediately loosened, leaving only a loose circle.

However, An Min did not wake up, which relieved Liang Yi.

He was just thinking about how to deal with An Min if she woke up.

He composed himself, reached out with his other hand, felt for the heel strap, and gently took the shoe off for her.

The restrictive shoes were tossed aside, and Liang Yi turned to fetch water.

Liang Yi was also very adept at these tasks of serving others.

After all, Anmin was asleep, as obedient as a doll that he could manipulate at will.

He took a damp towel and wiped the dirt off Anmin's face.

"Liang Yi?"

Just as he was about to take off her coat, Anmin opened her eyes.

In that instant, their eyes met, and both of them felt somewhat awkward.

"Sleeping in clothes is uncomfortable..."

This dry explanation seemed somewhat weak, leaving Liang Yi and An Min at a loss for words.

"I slept so soundly, I'm sorry to bother you again."

An Min turned her head away, not daring to look Liang Yi in the eye.

The lamp on the table emitted a dim light, which only made Anmin's heart beat faster.

Liang Yi's gaze fell upon her fair and delicate neck, and his eyes were filled with her.

A blush, like the glow of sunset, covered her face, and Liang Yi took two steps back.

Anmin reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"what happened?"

The man's throat tightened, and his voice sounded inexplicably hoarse.

"Give me the towel... I want to dry myself again."

Anmin felt a bit of sweat on her body, but now that it had dried, it felt sticky and uncomfortable against her clothes.

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi looked down at the towel in his hand.

"Wait a minute, I'll wash it again."

He seemed to realize what Anmin was about to wipe, and his face became a little hot.

However, his face is dark, so even if it turned bright red, you probably wouldn't be able to tell.

Before long, Liang Yi brought over a clean towel.

He went to the outer room himself, leaving Anmin some space.

The sound of clothes rustling came from the inner room, sparking the imagination.

Liang Yi sat on the sofa, holding a book, but couldn't concentrate on reading a single page.

After Anmin cleaned herself up and changed into her pajamas, she heard the sound of rushing water outside.

Is Liang Yi boiling water to take a bath in the middle of the night?
I should have washed her too.

But when Liang Yi lay down on the kang, An Min felt that his body was emitting a cold aura.

"Did you take a cold shower?"

"You'll get sick."

(End of this chapter)