Chapter 189: Giving Her a Hemp Robe

He wants her, and has wanted her for a very long time.

Nan Qinghuan sees the lustful look in his eyes, and she quickly nudges his chest, "You're too heavy, lift me up."

"Heavy?"

Ying let out a low laugh.

It must be said, this wild man's behavior still differs greatly from modern people; they don't understand what pleasure is, nor how to be more comfortable, only expressing it in the most primitive way.

The most basic desire of human nature.

Nan Qinghuan, eager to reward her, is also very involved; Ying is delighted, and seeing her face flushed pink is extremely cute, so he whispers mischievously into her ear, "Huaner, only this way will you know how much I love you."

He gritted his teeth as he said it: yes, only being with her makes him happy and satisfied.

They will never be separated.

The lone moon shines on the starlight, casting a faint moonbeam.

Nan Qinghuan feels as if drifting in the sea, then as if soaring to heaven, and suddenly a pain shoots through her back.

"Hmm."

Ying sees her discomfort, thinks he was too rough, and then wraps her slender waist, "Huaner, what's wrong?"

His voice is a little hoarse, yet especially pleasant; looking at the marks on her, his heart is even more satisfied—no one can ever take his Huaner away.

She awkwardly points to the stone bed behind her, frowning, "It hurts…"

"Hurts?"

Ying is about to say he'll be gentler, but Nan Qinghuan suddenly reaches out to stop him, "No, I—I want to stay here; you be the flesh cushion."

"Me?"

Understanding her words, Ying smiles low again, immediately sits up and embraces her, "Alright, I'll cushion your back."

In the silent night, only entwining emotions flare up, then gradually subside.

A chilly wind whistles; after Ying is satisfied, he sees Nan Qinghuan already asleep, can't help gently holding her, then wraps her in his Hemp Robe and strides outward.

Nan Qinghuan, half‑dazed, only feels as if Ying is carrying her like flying, the air scented with fresh grass and nature.

Only then does she lift her head to look at the man sprinting with her, "Ying…"

"Awake? We'll be there soon."

She is a bit startled—where is he taking her? She looks up at the pitch‑black surroundings; Ying runs swiftly, some thorns prick his face, yet he only shields her, keeping her from touching those annoying branches.

Soon, they arrive.

She hears the constant sound of flowing water and asks in surprise, "What is this?"

A hot‑spring pool? She remembers clearly; that day, Ying had taken her here to bathe.

As soon as her body enters the water she sighs in comfort; all around is silent, yet a bright moon hangs high.

A shivering cool breeze blows, and although it's summer, it feels very refreshing.

Bathing feels pleasant; with a splash Ying also steps into the water, holding her, breathing calmly; his body shields her well, as if she were a tiny prey on his chest.

Nan Qinghuan has never bathed at night before; must admit, Ying is truly thoughtful—she has some sweat that needs a good wash.

"Ying, this place is really beautiful."

While preparing to bathe she lifts her head to gaze at the ancient sky; the stars sparkle like a galaxy, giving a feeling of being in the heavens.

It's her first time enjoying this feeling; the terrain here is high, allowing a clear view of the Tribe, and now the Tribe has candles made by him, the villagers light them, and specks of light shine out from the Cave.

Looking down from here gives a sense of countless household lights.

A gentle breeze comes, and she sighs comfortably.

Ying smiles low while holding her, then surprisingly gives her a bath; suddenly she sees a bottle in his hand, "Wait, you brought Flower Dew Water?"

She is quite surprised; she hadn't mentioned this to him, yet he somehow knew to bring it?

Ying leisurely says, "Didn't you say this can repel insects? Try it."

Nan Qinghuan is speechless; she meant to put it in the bath tub while bathing, but here it's so big it's useless.

"Ying…"

"Don't move."

Ying prepares to let her try, but finds he can't open the mysterious bottle; after several failed attempts he brute‑forces the cap, breaking it.

"Hey, you…"

The Flower Dew Water ends up spilling miserably into a pool.

She holds her forehead, "What a waste."

Ying, also a bit embarrassed, looks at her, "It's gone; next time I'll make more."

She suddenly feels this man is sometimes naively cute, "Fine, make more next time."

Must admit, his help with the bath is really good; his technique is skillful as if he often bathes others.

Something's off.

This makes her a bit suspicious, and she quickly turns to look at him, "Do you often give people baths?"

"Bathing?"

Ying smiles, rubbing, and says, "I only bathe pets."

"Pets?"

She is speechless; his pets are so many, is he treating me as a pet? "Hey, Ying, I'm human."

He stops, pats her shoulder, "Qinghuan is human, not a pet."

He now mimics her speech quite quickly; Nan Qinghuan is satisfied, comfortably enjoying Ying's service.

Ying loves bathing her; her skin is delicate and smooth, making him unable to let go.

After cleaning, Ying places her on a clean stone, then washes himself; after finishing, Nan Qinghuan lies on the stone, and fortunately Ying had prepared Beast Skin to gently cover her.

I have to admit, this man prepared quite aggressively, knowing she would need to change clothes after bathing, so… "Huaner, give it a try."

Ying told her to get up and try on a new set of clothes; in the moonlight, she actually saw that it was a new Hemp Robe and skirt.

"Is this for me?"

Nan Qinghuan was a bit surprised—Ying had even prepared new clothes for her? "Try it on, I want to see what you look like in a Hemp Robe."

Ying had already gone to ask A Mu to make clothes for Nan Qinghuan; those clothes differed from what others wore. She saw that the short top was embroidered with some Sea Conch and some animal bones, and she knew these were treasures used as ornaments by primitive people.

These items may be considered insignificant or even ugly by modern people, but to Ancient People they are treasures, and not everyone is qualified to possess such ornaments.

Presumably, he traded a lot of beasts for them, right? She was somewhat delighted, "I'll try it on."

Ying said nothing, just had Nan Qinghuan put it on to try. Nan Qinghuan had always worn her own clothes here and had indeed never worn a Hemp Robe before.

She wasn't shy about it either; she changed clothes right in front of him, and under the moonlight a beautiful woman was dressed.

When she finished dressing, Ying's breath stopped for a moment.

In the night, Nan Qinghuan let her damp long hair flow, and the Hemp Robe and hemp skirt on her looked surprisingly beautiful.

Nan Qinghuan is about 1.7 meters tall, yet the skirt reached her ankles; Ying had specifically instructed it to be a bit longer because he didn't want Nan Qinghuan's fair legs to be seen, but he was dissatisfied with the garment.

Because the outfit exposed a small strip of her slender waist, which was quite alluring.

Ying thought it was too revealing; Nan Qinghuan replied that she liked it, saying that after being here so long she should wear the tribe's clothing.

Completely merging with them.

She was somewhat delighted, finding it quite fitting, hurried to his side, turned around once, and asked, "Ying, does it look good?"