"Is this... something you made up?" Yuan Heng asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." The young man nodded, the sleepiness in his eyes dissipated a lot, and he stared at Yuan Heng with bright eyes, like a pet that wanted to praise: "I asked Amu to teach me, and it took me many days to weave it. It's for you."
"!" Yuan Heng's mind flashed back to the image of the young man hiding from him and pondering something a few days ago. At that time, he thought the young man had a secret... He didn't expect it was... for him.
Yuan Heng's heart seemed to be dented by someone, and then that place was filled up by this young man.
He looked at the young man in front of him, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing from his eyes.
He suddenly didn't want to go to the depths of the jungle anymore. He just wanted to stay with the guy in front of him...
"I'll tie it for you." Seeing that the man didn't move, Wang Jin took the belt and put it on Yuan Heng clumsily.
One end of the delicate stone is slightly raised, and the raised part is just enough to retract the belt after it has been wrapped around.
Wang Jin looked at it and said, "Look, it fits perfectly. This way the clothes won't be loose."
As he spoke, he took another overall look at the man's attire, his eyes once again sweeping over the belt.
Although the belt fits well, it is woven crookedly, and it looks particularly out of place when the rest of the man’s clothes are all very neat.
The man had a powerful aura. His handsome face and tight clothes made him look like a neat military commander. However, his neat aura was made to look a bit sloppy by the crooked belt.
Wang Jin, who was originally proud of his work, now touched his nose and felt a little guilty.
He coughed lightly, reached out to pull the belt around the man's waist and said, "... Forget it... Forget it, let's ask Amu to weave one for Brother Heng."
The man paused, moved his knuckles slightly, reached out and pressed down Wang Jin's hand, and tied the belt he had untied back.
"I like this one." He said softly, his tone more cheerful than ever before.
Wang Jin raised his head to look at the man, but the man's lips suddenly pressed down on hers.
After lingering for a long time, the man finally let go of the limp boy, put him on the bed, carefully pressed the quilt, and lingered for a long time, reluctantly, before he restrained himself and got up and left.
Not long after he left, Mu Ge'er came to the yard to wait, but Wang Jin took a nap and didn't get up until noon.
At noon, Mu Ge'er cooked some food at Wang Jin's house.
After eating, the two of them basked in the sun in the courtyard.
Yu Ge'er and Yu Ge'er came over together.
Both of them had happy looks on their faces. As soon as they arrived, they sat opposite Mu Ge'er and Wang Jin, looking at Wang Jin with shining eyes.
Wang Jin was puzzled by their stares and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yu Ge'er propped up his chin and said, "I was wondering who you were before, Jin?"
"…" Wang Jin's heart skipped a beat. Why did this man suddenly ask him this? Did he know something? Did he know that he could be resurrected by borrowing a corpse
Wang Jin was feeling uneasy when he heard Yu Ge'er ask, "Ah Jin, do you really not remember anything about your previous tribe?"
Wang Jin covered it up and took a sip of water from the cup, saying, "I don't remember."