"Oh." It turned out that he went hunting.
Wang Jin couldn't figure out why he felt so lost for no reason, but when he heard that the man was gone, he became listless.
Mu Ge'er looked at it with both relief and surprise, thinking to himself that Ajin had finally gotten the point.
In the evening, the man came back, and Wang Jin sat up straight. His energetic look was a far cry from the way he slumped in the chair like mud a second ago.
Mu Ge'er smiled secretly and said goodbye.
The man cooked for Wang Jin and boiled water for bathing as usual. Wang Jin followed the man like a little follower.
The man raised his hand and ruffled his hair, jokingly saying helplessly, "You little lunatic, it's as if you can't leave me."
Wang Jin's eyes flashed, but surprisingly he did not refute.
He really can't live without men.
She wants a man to cook for her, to boil water for her to take a bath, and she can't sleep well if a man doesn't sleep next to her at night.
Wang Jin curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe I really can't leave."
Um
Wang Jin spoke in a low voice and the man didn't hear him. He looked at the little lunatic.
The little lunatic lowered his head in front of him, his long hair covering half of his face and his beautiful features...
The man reached out, pushed aside his hair and tucked it behind his ear. As soon as the hair was pushed aside, the stunning face instantly appeared in the man's light-colored eyes.
The long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a dragonfly. Under the wings, the black eyes were as clear as a child's, so pure that it made people's heart beat faster. The tender lips seemed to show their tenderness at all times and places, inviting people to taste their fragrance.
The man's eyes darkened, and the fingers that were tying Wang Jin's hair trembled. His knuckles curled slightly, and he withdrew his hand, clenched it tightly, and tucked it behind his back.
"It's late, go to sleep." The man said softly.
Those words seemed to carry some special magic, making Wang Jin obey involuntarily. When he came to his senses, he had already been led to the bed by the man and laid down.
And the man was cleaning up.
The palm seemed to still retain the man's residual warmth. Unlike his own hands, the man's hands were covered with calluses, and some of them were hard calluses that had peeled off. When they held hands, Wang Jin always felt a prickly sensation, but in addition to the prickly sensation, there was also a tingling numbness as if he had been electrocuted.
The tingling sensation went straight into his heart, making his heart beat uncontrollably. Wang Jin clenched his knuckles and clenched his hands tightly, as if this would drive away the tingling feeling, but it didn't work...
Wang Jin felt his face getting hot. He suddenly stuffed his hands into the animal skin and turned over with his back to the man.
The man took a look, walked forward, tucked the animal skin in, and went out.
The next day, when she woke up in the morning, the man was gone again. Mu Ge'er was already sitting outside, still fiddling with the loom.
Wang Jin frowned slightly. Why has his man been away for the past two days
He walked around the house and found that there was enough food in the house, so there was no need to go hunting.
Why did that man do that
Wang Jin was in a bad mood the whole day, and Mu Ge'er was so interested in the loom that he didn't notice anything wrong with him.