Chapter 520: Taking a Warm Wenquan Bath

Soon, Nan Qinghuan changed into a filthy set of clothes; moreover, she stuffed a wad of Cotton into her nostrils, so she couldn't smell the smell.

She acted without hesitation, immediately having everyone mix the dry human feces with the cattle and Sheep dung together, mixing according to proportion. After the mixture was ready, she let everyone try it; no one had ever known it could be used this way, so they made it, and by last night it was already midday.

"Alright, take it back and sprinkle it on the Wheat; I guarantee the seedlings will grow well quickly."

Everyone found it unbelievable that human dung and cattle and Sheep dung could be used on the Wheat, so they all went back to the fields to try it. Nan Qinghuan, reeking all over, prepared to wash her hands and take a bath; meanwhile, Ying, having finished his business, also returned.

"Qinghuan, where are you going?"

Nan Qinghuan reeked of big dung; she even found herself disgusted. Seeing Ying arrive, she shouted, "Don't come over, I just made fertilizer and it smells terrible; I need to find a place to bathe."

She had intended to go to the hot springs on the mountain; taking a soak now would be wonderful.

Hearing this, Ying's gaze gradually grew hazy; he and Qinghuan hadn't been intimate for a long time.

Thinking this, he strode forward, and in Nan Qinghuan's astonished gaze, he actually reached out and gave her a princess carry, lifting her up; instantly, the odor on her body pierced his nostrils.

This made Nan Qinghuan struggle continuously, "Put me down, I'm so stinky."

"I'm not afraid; I'm just fine to take you up the mountain to wash, let's go."

"Hey, put me down."

The villagers, seeing this couple so affectionate, were extremely envious; look, Ying is so caring toward his wife, he doesn't mind her stench at all.

"Isn't that right? I heard Ying, to look after the Goddess, boils bone broth every day. Hey, why don't we have such a good fate?"

Nan Qinghuan heard those women's envious words in her ears; seeing she couldn't struggle, she buried her head against Ying's chest and said nothing.

Her little face flushed bright red like a red apple.

In her memory, she recalled that when she first arrived, Ying had carried her to the mountain the same way; back then she was terrified of him, fearing he would bully her. Now… the same person, the same destination, but with different feelings.

She felt that fate is truly indescribable.

It's utterly incomprehensible.

Ying left swiftly; although the Small Town is developing, the mountain area that Ying controls remains untouched, especially its warmth.

Because this is a testament to his and Nan Qinghuan's happiness; nothing can erase it.

Thus, this hot spring remains, and he will continue to bring Qinghuan here to bathe.

Come here for joy.

Ying arrived quickly; while Nan Qinghuan was still daydreaming, he was there, then he gently placed her beside a smooth big stone and said, "Take off your clothes first; I'll watch over you."

Nan Qinghuan saw his hair drenched in sweat, looking exhausted, which made her feel a pang of concern, "Ying…"

Ying ignored her, squatted down and tested the warm spring water; the temperature was just right and wouldn't cause illness.

"You can go down now; it's warm below."

Nan Qinghuan was no longer shy; after all, she had given birth, there was nothing he hadn't seen, and what moved her most was that this man, when she had just given birth, used a wooden basin to fetch her waste.

Because she couldn't get up and each step hurt, he did that for her.

She will remember this for a lifetime.

In front of him, she could be herself without any pretense.

Soon, she shed her clothes and felt a slight chill, quickly diving into the water; once inside, she found a spot leaning against a big stone and settled there.

So refreshing.

Days of fatigue were washed away by the warm spring water, leaving her feeling very comfortable; she saw Ying adjusting his dirty clothes and said, "Hey, don't move, it's stinky, put it there."

She suddenly realized, "Damn, I didn't bring any clothes; what now?" Ying seemed to notice her embarrassment and said, "Don't worry, I'll wash you clean and build a fire; it'll be done soon."

Nan Qinghuan was wearing silk garments, no longer the thick Cotton Clothes, so they dried quickly; she watched Ying wash her clothes—a big man, the king of the Small Town, squatting there to wash her.

It would be false to say I'm not moved.

Soon, Ying finished washing, gathered some branches to make a shelter, then collected firewood and built it beside the warm spring; Crack! the fire ignited.

Ying began using twigs to dry her clothes; as long as he was there, Nan Qinghuan wouldn't feel afraid.

Even though it's broad daylight, no one dares to approach.

"Ying, you're so kind…"

Ying simply sat there, diligently drying the clothes; hearing her speak, he lowered his gaze and said, "Take your time soaking; you've worked hard these past few days. The water here is warm and won't make you ill. No need to thank me; I'm your man, this is what I should do."

He truly had self-awareness; Nan Qinghuan said nothing more. After Ying found the best spot to dry the clothes, he gave a wry smile, stood up, and began to remove his own garments.

Seeing his stance, Nan Qinghuan wondered, "What does that mean, is he also coming down?" "You also want to bathe?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Splash! Ying leapt down; his weight caused a spray of water that drenched Nan Qinghuan's face. After she wiped herself clean, powerful hands lifted her from behind.

"Ying, what are you doing?"

"Qinghuan, I want you…"

Ying always speaks so bluntly about his current desire; indeed, these days he has been pent up and now wants her fiercely.

Nan Qinghuan's ears flushed instantly; this man really… "But I just gave birth not long ago, it's not suitable…"

Ying gently bit her little ear and blew at it, sending tingling sensations; his voice carried a magnetic quality, especially pleasant.

"Aurora said that even if it's not very forceful, it's okay; Qinghuan, I'll be gentle, alright?"

Ying used to never ask her if it was okay, just acting; now he asks for her consent, seeing if she's willing, and if not, he won't force it.

He can only get up dejectedly, waiting for her to be ready.

Hearing his words, Nan Qinghuan was speechless.

That damned Aurora.

She felt very shy, "How can you ask her? Do you have the nerve for such a thing?"

Ying smiled, cradled her in his arms, his hands not idle; his large palm gently brushed a ruby‑red cherry, a ripe, pink, plump peach!

"Don't move."

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