Schedule... schedule the wedding?! What the hell?
âWho likes you, who wants to get married with you, Di Ming Jue, stop talking to yourself! What I said was just an analogy... mphâ!â
The rest of her voice is once again hushed by a passionate kiss.
As the kiss ends, Muyan ruthlessly beats against the manâs chest with her fist.
âNiangqin... niangqin!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Itâs only at this moment that she once again hears Xiao Bao calling out for her.
Muyan starts, quickly releasing Xiao Bao and the fat rabbit from the Space.
As soon as she relaxes her control over the Space, Xiao Baoâs form immediately dives into Muyanâs arms.
The sensible child who has always been like a tiny grownup, at this time, heâs wracked with that heart-tearing and lung-splitting cries, sobbing too bitterly to speak.
âNiangqin is bad! Wuu, huu, huu... Niangqin is bad! Bad! Xiao Bao hates niangqin! Wuu, wuu, wuu...â
Though heâs clearly saying that he hates her, his small arms are tightly clinging on to Muyanâs neck, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
When she was at her most desperate just now, her tears didnât fall. When Di Ming Jue rushed to their rescue as a thousand pounds were hanging by a thread, her tears didnât fall.
But it is at this moment that the dam bursts.
Muyan tightly enfolds her sonâs soft, small form. Her voice is choked with emotion, âXiao Bao, Iâm so sorry, niangqin was no good, I made you worry.â
Xiao Baoâs head is firmly buried at the hollow of her neck, his small body keeps on twitching.
Warm tears flow down, along the skin of her neck, and her whole heart aches from its burn.
Muyan tries to lift her darling sonâs face to see if his eyes have swollen from crying.
But Xiao Bao clings to her neck and wouldnât let go.
Itâs the first time that he so stubbornly refuses to cooperate with Muyanâs prompting movements, not listening to Muyanâs words.
Even as Di Ming Jue speaks beside them: âSuch a manâs man, how could you snivel so frequently?â
When he provokes Xiao Bao on normal days, the later would obediently come off of Muyan right away.
This time, itâs as if he doesnât hear it, refusing to raise his head.
Muyan gently lets out a long sigh, the expression on her face is indescribably soft and helpless. Suddenly, she lets out a low groan.
This sound is like a cue.
It makes Xiao Bao, whoâs initially refusing to lift his head no matter what, suddenly look up.
He reveals a pair of eyes that are red from crying, as well as a tear-streaked little face.
But Xiao Bao couldnât care how pitiful he looks, hurriedly asking, âNiangqin, whatâs wrong?â
Muyan frowns a bit, and only after gently wiping off the tears on Xiao Baoâs face does she softly say: âThe wounds on my body still havenât healed completely, so thereâs some pain. Can Xiao Bao apply the medicine for Niangqin?â
Xiao Bao sniffles with his little nose, and doesnât say a word.
Although heâs young, heâs very intelligent.
At this point, he already knows that Muyan had let out that groan of pain on purpose.
But as soon as he sees the wounds on his motherâs back, his huge blue eyes immediately fill up with tears again.
He clenches his teeth and nods, trying very hard not to let the tears fall down: âNiangqin is hurt, Xiao Bao will rub the medicine for niangqin.â
Muyanâs heart feels like itâs soaked in a warm honey pot â weak and sore, but sweet all at once.
She takes out a draught, and Xiao Bao immediately receives it. Little by little, he carefully pours it down over the injuries on Muyanâs shoulder and back.
The stinging sensation of the drug going into her wounds is making Muyan frown a little, and she makes a low, muffled groan.
One big and one small, two nervous voices immediately enter her ears, ââNiangqin/Yanyan, whatâs wrong? Is it too painful?ââ
Xiao Bao brings his little head closer, pouts his lips, then he lightly and gently blows air, âNiangqin, donât feel pain, Xiao Bao will blow it away, the pain will fly away.â
Muyanâs gaze softens, like itâs going to melt.
When Xiao Bao was smaller, he got injured in the forest and Muyan had blown on his wound just like this.