Chapter 309: He Gave Her the Last White Skin Doll to Eat

Nan Qinghuan didn't expect he would make so many fun toys for an unborn child; it came from an old father's affection, and that made Nan Qinghuan very satisfied.

"I like it, of course I like it. Whatever you give me I like, did you make all of these?"

After being together so long, how could she not know that Ying could also weave these little things, and his hands are so skillful, completely unlike his image? Ying, a bit shy, nodded, "I made them myself; these are gifts for the child and for you. If you're bored you can play with them; they're very fun."

Nan Qinghuan only felt her heart sweet as honey; she nodded, "Alright, then I'll thank the father on behalf of the child."

With Nan Qinghuan's encouragement and affection, Ying was very happy, happy like a child; he smiled softly and then reached out to cup Nan Qinghuan's face. In the candlelight, Nan Qinghuan's little face was also tinged a bit red.

It was even pinkish, making one want to plant a kiss.

He swallowed saliva, his eyes blazing as he looked at her, his expression deep and focused, "Qinghuan, I know you feel wronged following me; I don't have those things your senior brother mentioned, but rest assured I will learn. I will study diligently, practice writing, learn character recognition. When our child is born I will teach him hunting, teach him to become a man who stands tall. Qinghuan, I will give you and the child the best days. I don't know what your place is like, but I will use all my ability to give you good days and make you happy, okay?"

Hearing these words, Nan Qinghuan's nose tinged with sourness; she saw tears flickering in Ying's gaze, which moved her deeply.

She had always known Ying was very insecure, so he was anxious and feared she would leave. They had gradually adjusted and his confidence grew, but who could have imagined that when the senior brother arrived, his presence immediately disrupted their relationship.

The senior brother mocked him as illiterate, as a barbarian, and said he was unworthy of her; she could infer these words without hearing them herself, as she understood what kind of person the senior brother was.

So Ying used this method to tell her not to leave him.

Seeing Nan Qinghuan remain silent, Ying grew a bit anxious, "Qinghuan, answer me, okay?"

Nan Qinghuan said nothing, but gently reached out and cradled his head, slightly closing her eyes and pressing her warm lips to his face, his nose tip, his eyebrows.

This gesture simply made Ying's blood boil; Qinghuan even proactively kissed him, which was his greatest encouragement.

He was very excited and lifted her up, "Qinghuan…"

Nan Qinghuan stopped, gently opened her eyes; her eyes were the most beautiful Ying had ever seen, vast and deep like a mysterious sea of indigo.

"I don't need to answer your words; feel my heart, it beats for you together with the child."

She gently placed Ying's hand over his heart, and Ying, extremely excited, felt his whole body surge with hot blood.

At that moment, he touched a heart beating for him.

That heart was warm as always, now belonging only to him, and no one could take it away.

No Rongdi, no Li Xiang, only he alone.

"Qinghuan, I love you, I really love you."

Nan Qinghuan was held tightly by him; she felt a bit uncomfortable, "Ying, let go of me, I'm hungry."

Ying was like a clueless youth; everything that just happened left him unable to recover his senses, and he truly could not imagine Qinghuan loving him so much.

"Alright, eat something; I'll feed you myself."

The porridge had already cooled and was no longer hot; Nan Qinghuan this time thought the porridge Ying had made was incredibly tasty, so tasty that she considered him a genius at making porridge.

She had only mentioned it once, and he remembered; the main thing was that he actually made it so tasty.

The salted egg was suitable, and after drinking it, it didn't feel as uncomfortable and didn't make her vomit.

"Ying, this porridge really tastes good, there's a strange fragrance; what did you add?"

She detected something else, but she didn't know what it was; Ying, seeing her ask, naturally wouldn't tell her. White Skin Doll is the best tonic, and after that Qinghuan will no longer experience morning sickness.

"It's nothing, I just added a bit of Salt; will you still eat it?"

Nan Qinghuan gulped down three bowls of porridge in one go before feeling full; just as she finished, a voice from outside announced Dashan.

"Ying, are you asleep?"

Hearing Dashan call him, Ying finally set down his bowl and gently coaxed Nan Qinghuan, "You rest well first; I'll go see what's happening."

"Hmm."

After Ying went out, Nan Qinghuan couldn't fall asleep no matter what; she watched the swaying branches outside, and soon winter would arrive, requiring preparations for the cold.

The Cotton has already been planted, but it won't bloom and bear fruit until next year; this year they still have to endure a year without cotton blankets or cotton shoes.

Thinking of this, she was still a bit worried, but what relieved her was that the child was fortunately not born in the middle of winter; otherwise, what would they do? Roast fire every day? Here, Nan Qinghuan was pondering how to get through winter, while outside, Ying opened the door and saw Dashan waiting.

The moonlight was bright, and Dashan's face was flushed red, clearly just having come from a fire.

"What is it?"

"Ying, we received news from Ji Lei; he has safely sent Ayina back to the Matriarchal Tribe, and he is there waiting for you to attend the Bo Lan Festival."

Hearing that Ji Lei had already sent the person back, Ying thought of the thing he wanted.

He must obtain it at the Bo Lan Festival.

"Alright, go call Ashu."

Quickly, Dashan took care of it; Ashu had been sleeping, but upon hearing Dashan say Ying called him, he came.

"Ying."

Ashu is a barbarian; his appearance is somewhat scruffy, wearing a tattered Hemp Robe as he arrived.

"Ashu, how is the person you prepared?"

Ashu looked at him then glanced inside the house; Ying knew what he was worried about, "It's fine, Qinghuan has already gone to sleep; you speak boldly."

Ashu, hearing his words, finally relaxed, nodded, "Ying, I have already found the strongest strongman to infiltrate the Matriarchal Tribe; I'm just waiting for your word."