Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Murong Wei listened in a daze, murmuring, "Spirited Away... such a gentle story, such a gentle name."

Xie Xiaoyi smiled and hugged her tightly: "If you like listening to stories, I'll tell you stories slowly in the future."

Murong Wei broke free from his embrace, stood up, faced the sea, stretched, and the sea breeze lifted her purple dress, revealing her beautiful legs.

"Xiao Yi, are there any other interesting stories from your hometown?"

She stood there, while Xie Xiaoyi lazily lay back down on the rock, saying casually, "Of course there are! Like—you."

Murong Wei was taken aback, then turned to look at him: "Me?"

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes held a half-smile as his gaze slowly swept over her: "That's right, it's you!"

There's a girl in my hometown named Murong Wei, and you two look exactly alike, even...

He paused deliberately, his gaze gently falling on her chest. "Even this one is almost the same size."

Murong Wei would never believe that.

Can people with the same name look the same?

Besides, everyone there is a different kind of person, so who is he trying to fool with those words?

She crouched down and punched Xie Xiaoyi in the chest: "Stop lying to me!"

"I really didn't lie to you. The reason I came here from my hometown was because I was forced to come by that Murong Wei."

Were we forced into this?

Murong Wei froze, looking at his serious eyes, and for a moment she couldn't tell if he was joking.

Just then, Xie Qianyu came running over with small steps, her face puffed up with anger:

"Father, Mother said you shouldn't 'kiss' with Mother Murong here anymore. She wants you to go see Mother Jianxue..."

The idea of ​​kissing sounded adorable coming from a two- or three-year-old girl, but Murong Wei felt embarrassed.

Her cheeks flushed instantly. She jumped off the rocks, scooped Xie Qianyu into her arms, and gently pinched her soft cheek.

"Who kissed your father? You little rascal...you're so clever!"

She turned to Xie Xiaoyi, her tone tinged with embarrassment and annoyance: "You pack the food box, I'll take Qianyu back first, it's windy here."

Xie Xiaoyi responded, got up, packed up the food box, and then sheathed the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword and slung it over his shoulder.

He gazed at the entire Forget-Worry Island, a smile flickering across his face.

He originally wanted to name it Peach Blossom Island, imitating Huang Yaoshi from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" who lived alone in one place, which sounded like a high-class martial arts master.

But Fu Yaoqin insisted that the words "forget your worries" suited her better, and after much pleading and cajoling, he had no choice but to agree.

The island wasn't luxurious; there were only a few wooden houses built along the mountainside, but he had decorated them to be very elegant.

Withdrawing his gaze, Xie Xiaoyi, carrying the food box and bearing the heavy sword, walked step by step toward Yun Jianxue's wooden house.

The fresh scent of grass and trees from Forget-Worry Island wafted over me, and the journey was peaceful, with only the sound of waves gently lapping against the rocks.

Before long, he arrived at Yun Jianxue's wooden house.

The door was ajar; he pushed it open gently and went inside.

The room was softly lit, with the aroma of medicine intertwined with a faint scent of herbs and wood.

Xie Xiaoyi knew that the aroma must be from the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine brewed by her senior sister, Hua Suwen.

It smells quite nice, though.

Yun Jianxue was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand supporting her forehead. Her face was so pale it was almost transparent, and her brows showed a hint of weariness and discomfort that was hard to hide.

Xie Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, speaking very softly:

"Sister Jianxue, what's wrong? Sister Qianxun asked me to come and see you."

Yun Jianxue raised her head and forced a faint smile at him: "It's nothing, I just feel a little nauseous."

"I guess it's because I just helped Sister Yaoqin make soup, and the smell of those ingredients got too strong for me."

She spoke casually, but her pale face and slightly furrowed brows did not escape Xie Xiaoyi's notice.

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes held a mixture of certainty and a gentle smile:

"You don't feel nauseous from the smell of soup ingredients...you clearly have morning sickness."

"You think you know so much..."

Yun Jianxue gazed at the man before her, her thoughts drifting back to three years ago—

At that time, he wanted to take his few female confidantes to a deserted island to live in seclusion, which had nothing to do with him.

But he insisted on taking himself along, saying he wanted to cure her lame leg.

At first, I thought he was just trying out his limited medical knowledge, but I never expected that he would actually succeed.

However, when he was treating his own legs, he massaged and acupunctured them every day. At first, it was just a proper treatment, but later he inexplicably lost his sense of proportion.

She gradually crossed the line, the massage turned into something ambiguous, and before she knew it, he had completely won her over, and she became his woman.

However, he was handsome, had a heroic figure, and his appearance and demeanor were rare in the world. It was quite willing for me to fall into his hands.

Xie Xiaoyi was afraid that Yun Jianxue would feel uncomfortable talking, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He walked straight up to her, slowly squatted down, gently supported her waist, and pressed his ear against her slightly protruding belly.

"Hey kid, behave yourself. Your mom's suffering right now is all because of you."

"He's so small, he was still in my belly and didn't understand anything, how could he hear what you're saying?"

Yun Jianxue raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching Xie Xiaoyi's head, slowly stroking along his hair.

The man who was usually a pillar of strength and in charge of everything was now acting like a child, playfully touching her lower abdomen.

That appearance inexplicably stirred up the soft maternal instincts in her heart.

Suddenly, a bold idea struck her, and she softly called out, "Little...Little Yi..."

Xie Xiaoyi, his hand pressed against her lower abdomen, turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness: "What's wrong?"

Yun Jianxue's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes filled with a soft, expectant look, and she whispered, "Can you call me 'Mom'?"

I rely on it!

She's even more skilled at it than I am...

Xie Xiaoyi's body trembled violently. He straightened up and took a step back, looking at her with a helpless yet amused expression.

"What are you trying to do? Take advantage of me?"

"No, that's not true!"

Yun Jianxue gently shook her head, her tone tinged with a hint of envy:

"I was envious when I saw that Sister Qianxun and Sister Yaoqin had children surrounding them and calling them 'Mom'."

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled and gently pinched her cheek: "In a few months, won't you have someone calling you 'Mom'?"

"I want to be a mom early, is that not allowed?" Yun Jianxue pouted slightly, her tone a little stubborn.

"No, absolutely not... I'll lose all face if word gets out."

"Ouch! Ugh... I feel nauseous again, like I want to throw up..."

As she spoke, Yun Jianxue gently patted her belly.

Is she using my son to threaten me?

Ugh!

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly, then slowly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath entering Yun Jianxue's ear...

Yun Jianxue smiled and replied with a smile, "Yes—".

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to embrace Xie Xiaoyi's neck and gently placed a tender kiss on his cheek.