The husband is the hunter

Chapter 64

Fang Lin turned her back again, rubbing and rubbing the corner of the quilt with her hands, as if she wanted to vent all the panic in her heart.

The sound of splashing water stopped, and after a while there was a sound of footsteps, she thought, it should be Duan Nanshan who went out to pour water.

The candles in the house flickered and burned until dawn.

The light in the cave was weak, and Fang Lin didn't know what time it was when she woke up again. The man beside her had disappeared, but the bed was still warm.She sat up and realized that her waist was sore and painful, but her body was refreshed. She realized that Duan Nanshan had scrubbed herself last night, and she complained half sweetly and half embarrassingly in her heart. Look around the house.

The candles on the table had already been burned out, perhaps because there was no candle light. Fang Lin found that most of the utensils in the room were made from local materials. Yue Yue exudes an unadorned rough beauty, just like Duan Nanshan.Her clothes were neatly folded and placed on the box at the top of the kang. When she looked carefully, she was not the same as yesterday. Fang Lin smiled and stretched out her hand to hook the clothes over and put them on.

After walking around inside and out, Fang Lin realized that the sun did not just rise from the east as she thought, but had already hung in the hollow, shining warmly on the open space outside the cave. Yes, Duan Nanshan is not at home.

The food was warming in the kitchen, and it seemed that it was specially served, and the pots and bowls were cleaned. Fang Lin knew that it was specially reserved for herself. She was indeed a little hungry, so she was not polite, thinking about Duan Nanshan while eating Where did it go.

There was no sign of Duan Nanshan until after dinner, so Fang Lin cleaned up the dishes and had nothing to do, so she dug out Duan Nanshan's old clothes to see if there was any patching.

As far as Duan Nanshan's clothes are concerned, except for the two pieces he wore when he was hired and engaged, none of them are complete. Fang Lin picked and picked, and finally found a broken one that could no longer be worn. It was a piece on the chest. Short jacket with big holes.

(End of this chapter)