Chapter 217: This Man Has Astonishing Stamina

Ying knew what kind of life she wanted, and he now did his best to satisfy her.

Whatever she liked, he would do.

Nan Qinghuan naturally liked it; she nodded like a pestle pounding garlic. "Put me down, I want to go see."

Ying carefully set her down. Nan Qinghuan was delighted. She walked over to the table and gently traced the grain on it. Though it was crudely made, with no plane to smooth the surface, it was already very good.

Truly a luxurious gift.

"Qinghuan, do you like it?"

"I like it. Did you make it?"

Nan Qinghuan looked at him with sparkling eyes. This wild man—when had he learned to make furniture? She had no idea. A Mu hurried out, her face full of smiles. "Of course Ying made it. Where did you go, coming back so late? Ying waited here for you. Qinghuan, you can't let Ying worry about you, understand?"

A Mu came out and scolded her a little. Though she was scolding her, A Mu was worried about her son. When Nan Qinghuan heard that this man had been waiting for her all along, she felt a bit bad. She gently reached out and grabbed his arm. "You were waiting for me all this time? I told you to sleep first. I just went to see Youchao Xuan."

Seeing that she was in a good mood and showing him affection, Ying said, "How could I sleep without you back? How is he? Why is he unhappy?"

Nan Qinghuan took a deep breath, then murmured to him, "He's unhappy because he killed his Ashu."

This made Ying snort dismissively. "What's so special about that? I've killed plenty of people, and they all deserved to die."

"He's different from you. He killed the Ashu who raised him. People aren't grass or wood—they have feelings. Killing a loved one with your own hands won't make you happy."

"He's just stupid."

Ying didn't think it was a big deal. If someone betrayed him, he'd cut off their head without blinking.

Nan Qinghuan: "..."

"Qinghuan, Youchao Xuan is back, so we can start on building the houses, right?"

A Mu wanted to ask about the houses. Nan Qinghuan was about to say no problem, but Ying was impatient. He pulled Nan Qinghuan into his arms.

"A Mu, time to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Hey, let me go, let me go! I need some water."

But Ying was in a hurry. He set her down on a wooden bed. Seeing a brand-new wooden bed to sleep on, Nan Qinghuan nearly jumped for joy. A wooden bed? It was really a wooden bed? "Put me down."

Seeing how happy she was, Ying quickly let her go. Nan Qinghuan walked barefoot on the wooden bed and found it quite sturdy. She had to admit, seeing an ancient-style bed in this primitive world really made her happy.

The wooden bed was a bit low, covered with a layer of dry grass and tiger skin, so it wasn't so bumpy anymore.

"Great, Ying, you did a really good job."

Ying didn't know she'd be this satisfied. "I wasn't sure if this was the kind of bed you meant. I made it like the stone bed. The tribesmen who helped me make it said it was a good thing. I'll have them make more later, so everyone in the tribe can sleep on a bed."

"What about A Mu? Did you make one for her?"

Hearing that she was still thinking about A Mu, Ying was pleased. He reached out and touched her little face, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "A Mu already has one. I had someone put it in her room. Don't worry—whatever you have, A Mu has too."

"Mm."

The two hugged each other, inseparable. Nan Qinghuan thought for a moment, remembering her promise to Youchao Xuan. She was about to discuss it with Ying, but Ying suddenly grew impatient and reached out to undo her clothes.

His breathing also grew rapid.

"Qinghuan, I want you."

He said it very bluntly—just one sentence: he wanted her.

Nan Qinghuan was startled and was about to say something, but he had already pressed her down.

His kisses were like spring rain, moistening everything.

He was no longer as rough as before; he considered her feelings throughout. But... his strength was too great, and a certain part of him was very disproportionate. Every time, she was worn to the bone. At the start, she could barely manage, but later on... she was so tired she couldn't move, yet he was tireless in this matter and couldn't change.

Outside, a light rain began to fall.

Sweat poured like rain as someone diligently plowed... When Nan Qinghuan woke again, the sky was gradually brightening. A ray of sunlight slipped through the window and spilled onto her face.

"Qinghuan, get up."

A Mu was knocking at the door. She scrambled to get up, but Ying was already gone from beside her.

As soon as she sat up, she felt dizzy. Damn, overindulgence.

Strange, where had this man gone? "Coming."

As she stood up, her legs were trembling. Last night had been too intense. She had spent a long time trying to adapt to Ying, but she found she still couldn't. That man's treasure really was... "Qinghuan, are you feeling better?"

A Mu's words made her cheeks instantly redden. She felt a bit embarrassed. "A Mu, where's Ying?"

"He went out to work. Today we're going to discuss building the Tulou for Ashu and the others. Qinghuan, eat something. Here."

A Mu handed her a bowl of soup. She was a bit surprised. "A Mu, what's this?"

"This is wild chicken soup. Ying got up early this morning to stew it for you. He said your body isn't strong and you need to drink more, so you can get plump and have babies."

"Ying made it?"

She was surprised. This man could make soup now? "Yes, Ying made it. He just wants to fatten you up so you can have babies."

That was very much in line with Ying's character. Babies—yes, his head was full of babies.

Nan Qinghuan took the earthen bowl. The soup was clear. She took a sip and found it tasted pretty good, with just the right amount of salt. She realized Ying was really smart. He had only seen her make chicken soup once and remembered the steps, and he made it quite decently.

"A Mu, you have some too."

But A Mu couldn't bear to drink it and wanted to save it all for her. She smiled. "I'm old, what do I need this for? I'll just eat some potatoes. You eat, eat more."

Nan Qinghuan really liked A Mu. Though this mother-in-law was a bit old-fashioned sometimes, she couldn't help it—she was an ancient person. But she treated her quite well.

She personally went to ladle a bowl of chicken soup, adding some meat, and placed it in front of her. "A Mu, you eat. We'll have plenty of meat in the future. Eat."

"Forget it, I won't eat. I've already eaten."

"A Mu, if you don't eat, I won't eat either."

With that, she really put the bowl down. Seeing that she wouldn't eat, A Mu was worried. "Hey, Qinghuan, you..."

"A Mu, how about we eat together?"

Seeing Nan Qinghuan treat her so well, A Mu's eyes grew moist. She wiped her tears. "Qinghuan, promise A Mu. Ying is a pitiful child. Since he was little, his father abandoned us and went with another female. He has a strange temper, and no one dared to provoke him. Forgive him for the things he did to you before. Promise A Mu that you won't leave him in the future, okay?"

Hearing A Mu's words, Nan Qinghuan was a bit confused. Life was so good now—why would she think of running away? She quickly grabbed A Mu's hand. "A Mu, what are you saying? How could I leave him? I admit, when I first came here, I did think about running away. But later, I saw Ying's heart. A Mu, I'm human, I have feelings. I saw his true feelings for me. I'll be devoted to him for the rest of my life, and together we'll take care of you. I'll stay in the tribe and won't go anywhere, okay?"

When she said she wasn't leaving, A Mu was even happier: "Qinghuan, you're such a good female, A Mu is very happy."

"A Mu, come, drink it while it's hot."

Ah…

The mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law's relationship was very harmonious, which made Nan Qinghuan silently vow to be doubly kind to Ying and A Mu, because they had indeed suffered a lot; Ying's previously odd temper must have been shaped by the environment.

She swore to be doubly kind to him.

"Qinghuan, that big fellow is back."

Axi's voice came from outside; Nan Qinghuan calmed A Mu and went out. Outside, Axi was actually wearing a brand‑new Hemp Robe, with a white flower pinned on her head.

What's going on? Yet Axi looks very happy.

"Axi, what are you…"

Axi smiled cutely, "Isn't it Dashan? He insists on making me wear it. Does it look good, Qinghuan?"

Nan Qinghuan was speechless; isn't that the white chrysanthemum used for the dead? She actually pinned it by her ear? "It may look good, but you should take it off; it's not auspicious."

Why?

Axi didn't understand why it was inauspicious. Nan Qinghuan quickly removed the chrysanthemum from her ear and explained, "Where we're from, chrysanthemums are for mourning the dead. Axi, don't wear white chrysanthemums; if you want to wear one, wear a red one, for celebration."

Axi listened as if hearing the Heavenly Book, blinking her eyes. She knew the color distinction—Qinghuan had taught her—but… "Qinghuan, so there are so many rules about wearing flowers?"

"It's not really a rule; if you truly like wearing it, I have no objection."

She can't force them to accept her view; after all, they're still people from different worlds.

"Then I won't wear it after all; if Qinghuan says it's inauspicious, it's inauspicious."

"Sweet‑talker, do you need something from me?"