Chapter 205: The Man Who Wore Shoes for the First Time

"Axi?"

Outside, Axi and Dashan, the couple, walked in together; A Mu hurried to her feet, smiling brightly, "Come, come in and sit."

They are now, like people in ancient times, beginning to visit each other's homes, but there are only a few stone stools inside, so Axi and Dashan can only stand.

Ying, hearing Axi say she knows, hurriedly stood up, "Axi, you know it—what is it? He wants to know what kind of thing would dare to peel the tiles off the Tulou. He knows many animals, but none have such a massive capability."

His intuition told him it was bad.

"It's a mountain ghost."

When that was said, A Mu's face changed, "What, a mountain ghost? Axi, did you see it clearly?"

Axi nodded, looking a bit frightened, yet said firmly, "It's a mountain ghost; I saw it clearly. It's on our roof tearing tiles and damaging us; I saw its long tail."

Dashan also worried, "Ying, how could a mountain ghost appear in our Tribe?"

If it really is a mountain ghost, it would be trouble.

These words sounded confusing to Nan Qinghuan's ears; they said the creature flashed by—what mountain ghost? Could it be the divine beast mentioned in the Classic of Mountains and Seas? "Ying, what is a mountain ghost?"

Ying's expression was complex, but he comforted Nan Qinghuan, "It's fine, leave it to me."

After speaking, he looked at Dashan, "Dashan, starting tomorrow have a few men stay in the Tulou to guard it and protect its safety."

"Men?"

Dashan didn't understand what "men" meant. Since Ying and Nan Qinghuan have been together for a while, they've gradually learned some modern vocabulary; he knows that "men" denotes males.

Nan Qinghuan quickly explained, "It's males; male means man."

Now Dashan understood that males are men, "Got it, I'll send people tomorrow, but Ying, I'm worried…"

"There's nothing to worry about; no one should think of causing trouble here. Go back, everyone rest now."

Ying's expression was odd, which made Nan Qinghuan think the mountain ghost's origin was somewhat mysterious; she was about to ask him, but Ying instead wrapped his arms around her waist and then pulled her fully into his embrace.

"Qinghuan, let's go to sleep."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry; I still have something to ask you."

Ying, panting heavily, looked at her with a hint of lust; he felt no shame, disregarding that A Mu was still watching nearby, and pressed a kiss to Nan Qinghuan's face with a muffled hum.

"Can't wait any longer."

Nan Qinghuan refused, "Ask first, then sleep."

"Sleep first, then ask."

Nan Qinghuan: "……"

Their house had no beds, so they could only sleep on the floor; the first day after moving they made do, but Ying was thoughtful—he took out a precious Tiger Skin and laid it on the ground, then carefully placed Nan Qinghuan on it, seeming afraid of hurting her.

Nan Qinghuan lay on the soft Tiger Skin; she felt as comfortable as sleeping on a carpet.

Ying's silhouette was tall, and it lightly enveloped her whole body.

His gaze at her held a hint of urgency, yet he restrained himself, squatting beside her and watching her.

He kept looking at her like that, a stark change from the coarse manner when they first met.

Back then he had just snatched her away; after seeing her beauty, he became jealous and feared she would leave, so whenever he got angry he tirelessly pursued her. He was a wild man and didn't know how to be gentle with her, but later, as they spent time together, he learned.

He learned mutual respect, learned how to treat his woman well.

The night was alluring.

Stars and moon cast autumn light, sprinkling specks of starlight.

When golden wind meets jade dew, it surpasses countless mortal encounters.

Like rain striking Plantain, listening to autumn rain; the autumn rain drizzles, warming the heart.

Like a swift wind, like a sudden shower, like lingering tenderness, gently and softly caressing.

He loves his female, loves staying by her side and being with her.

He never wants to be apart.

Perhaps because they have a house, Nan Qinghuan feels very safe.

Under the dim candlelight, the couple embraced and slept, quietly listening to the rain outside.

She nestled in his arms with fiery passion, which made Ying very happy; he smiled softly, feeling a joy he had never known.

Her smile blossomed as she taught Ying sweet words and stories, which made Ying feel even fresher and passionately excited, deepening his dependence on her.

The room was silent.

Nan Qinghuan nestled in his arms, calming her passion; Ying was also drenched in sweat, his eyes sparkling and a smile at the corner of his mouth, gently caressing her little face, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.

"Huaner, you truly make me happy."

She gave him the most wonderful feeling; he never knew there could be so many fresh delights.

Seeing him happy, Nan Qinghuan let out a deep sigh, rested her head on his chest listening to his strong heartbeat, and said cat‑like, "Are you happy?"

Ying tightened his hold on her, a spark of brilliance flashing in his eyes, "Huaner, I…"

She knew what he wanted to say and shook her head quickly, "No, I'm tired; I still have something to ask you."

Nan Qinghuan didn't want any more of this; Ying's endless vigor was something she really couldn't endure.

Ying only after serving her sat up, then tidied himself; after cleaning up, his voice carried a hint of laziness.

"Qinghuan, what do you want to ask?"

A satiated Ying, like a docile lion, was very obedient; Nan Qinghuan let out a deep sigh, then said, "What kind of beast is that mountain ghost?"

Ying knew she would follow up, and simply reached out to gently stroke her long hair, smoothing it with his fingertips, "The mountain ghost is a very clever beast; it is usually domesticated by people."

"Domesticated?"

Nan Qinghuan stared at him in astonishment, "So, the one that appeared tonight…"

"Don't worry, I'll catch it; you're tired, just sleep."

After speaking, Ying actually got up, put on a Hemp Robe and was about to go out; Nan Qinghuan suddenly thought of something, "Wait a moment, I had A Mu make a pair of Shoes for you to try?"

Ying looked at his own bare feet, then raised his eyes to look at her. "Shoes?"

"They're the shoes I'm wearing on my feet. Try them on."

She quickly got up, put on her clothes, and then took out that pair of rough shoes. Though crude, she knew how precious they were in the Remote Antiquity Era.

She wanted to make her man the first man to wear shoes.

Later, she would popularize them among the tribe, so they too could wear shoes and never again walk barefoot on the ground.

"Ying, sit down. Should I wash your feet first before you try them?"

His feet were a bit dirty; she needed to wash them clean. But when Ying saw her bring over a basin of water, he wasn't happy about it. He reached out to take it. "Let me do it. I'll wash them myself."

How could he let Qinghuan wash his feet? No way.

Nan Qinghuan, however, was very insistent. "Sit down."

Ying stood there without moving, but at one look from Nan Qinghuan, he compromised.

That was right—no one could make him compromise, not even A Mu. He had always only listened to himself. But now, he listened to Qinghuan.

This was Nan Qinghuan's first time washing his feet. After a quick wash to get them clean, she hurriedly took out the shoes and put them on him. She had to admit, her measurement of his feet was quite accurate—they actually fit perfectly.

Ying had never worn shoes before; he found the feeling strange and uncomfortable.

He looked down at the things on his feet and frowned. "Qinghuan, these are called shoes?"

"Mm, shoes. Once you wear them, your feet won't get dirty, and they won't get hurt by stones. Try walking a few steps?"

To be honest, Ying was somewhat resistant to shoes. He had been barefoot for over a decade, and suddenly having something on his feet felt unnatural. But Qinghuan wanted him to wear them, and he didn't want to make her unhappy.

Finally, he compromised and prepared to take a few steps to try them out.

Seeing her expectant gaze, his eyes were full of doting affection. "Alright, I'll give it a try..."