Chapter 521: The Wild Husband's Pampering

"Don't move."

Ying's voice was hoarse, carrying an uncontrollable surge of emotion.

Nan Qinghuan could only be forced to accept his tenderness; in the warm water, because he wasn't very heavy, she felt a bit relaxed.

This man was no longer the reckless type he used to be.

He had learned how to attend to his own feelings.

Her body was hot as fire, terribly uncomfortable; her whole being was ignited by his passion, so hot that she wanted to find a cool spot, just… together, comfortably… Ying's hands lightly brushed… Nan Qinghuan's skin looked even whiter and more tender, which made Ying unable to let go.

He liked her fair skin; that was why he had recognized her at first glance, and those deep blue eyes like the sea had bewitched his heart.

He kept gently stroking her back, and when the moment arrived… the warm spring water made a rushing sound, like a dancing melody that was utterly captivating.

Reluctant to leave!

A bout of joy, a bout of pleasure; the scorching emotions could no longer be restrained, and this happy nest belonging to them was inaccessible to anyone, and no one dared to disturb it.

It seemed as if heaven and earth had turned to nothing!

The dusk hung low.

After everything settled, Nan Qinghuan had already fallen into deep sleep; Ying knew she was very tired and did not wake her, but instead wiped the sweat from her body.

After drying her, the clothes were also baked dry.

After dressing Nan Qinghuan, he finally lifted her in his arms; when he arrived home, A Mu was bringing the child to nurse, and upon seeing Ying carry Nan Qinghuan, she was very worried.

"Ying, Qinghuan…"

"A Mu, keep your voice down, don't wake her; she's too tired and needs rest."

After saying that, Ying placed Nan Qinghuan on the bed; perhaps he had overexerted her, and she was so tired she simply couldn't wake up.

He had been holding back for a long time; this time he also realized he had been a bit forceful and had worn her out!

After putting Nan Qinghuan on the bed, he finally covered her with a quilt, and seeing she hadn't woken, he quickly turned and left.

Outside, A Mu was holding her eldest son, wailing for milk, "Beibei is hungry, Mengmeng has already drunk milk and fallen asleep, but Beibei refuses and wants A Mu's milk; what should we do, Qinghuan hasn't woken up either?"

A Mu knew what they were doing, but she wanted to scold Ying; Qinghuan was now restoring her health and couldn't withstand such turmoil, and the child had no milk—what to do? A Mu meant to bring the child inside, even if the mother was asleep, the child could still nurse.

But Ying was a pampering husband; he feared the child would wake the sleeping Nan Qinghuan, so he let A Mu hold the child first while he learned how to mix the Milk Powder.

They got Milk Powder from the Merchant city, and could use it.

Moreover, he also knew how to prepare it; Qinghuan had told him.

"A Mu, wait a moment; I'll go mix Milk Powder for the child. Qinghuan is too tired, let her rest well."

"Milk Powder?"

A Mu didn't know what Milk Powder was; could this thing satisfy a child? At that moment she was immensely envious of Nan Qinghuan—having a child meant she could throw everything to her husband and sleep soundly.

Soon, Ying boiled water to prepare the Milk Powder; they had not only bought Milk Powder but also a Baby Bottle. Although it was his first time using it, he was clever.

He learned it quickly.

At this moment the child was starving and began wailing loudly.

Suddenly, a child's cry echoed through the Tulou; Ying, fearing to wake Nan Qinghuan, hastily inserted a Pacifier into the child's mouth, but unexpectedly…

It stopped crying.

Both mother and child were stunned.

It stopped crying.

A Mu was overjoyed, "Ah, it really stopped crying; what kind of thing is this so effective? I'll get one for Mengmeng later."

Ying gave a light laugh, "A Mu, this is called a Pacifier; it's my first time using it too. Wait a moment, the milk will cool soon."

After the milk cooled, he fed the child; Ying, who was usually impatient, showed plenty of patience for this child.

Seeing him hold the child while nursing, the child quietly drinking milk in his arms, A Mu's eyes grew a bit moist.

She once watched Ying being held by Oumu, quietly drinking milk.

She thought about how many years had passed.

"Ying, do the people of the Baiqi Tribe really want to kill?"

Again? Ying didn't know why A Mu insisted on worrying about the Baiqi Tribe; he lifted his head and met A Mu's eyes, and A Mu, knowing he would get angry, instantly lowered her head, unwilling to look at him.

"Ying, I…"

"A Mu, this is our matter; you shouldn't meddle. All you need to do now is live peacefully with the ancestors."

"But…"

"There's no 'but'; they came here buying so many weapons to deal with us. A Mu, do you think I can still tolerate them?"

At that moment A Mu clearly realized that Ying and the Baiqi Tribe already harbored a grudge; no matter how she changed, it couldn't be undone.

Finally she sighed deeply, "Fine, let's pretend I never mentioned this; I won't interfere again."

A Mu got angry; Ying thought she was only comforting her out of gratitude, "A Mu, we owe them nothing; don't worry. If the Baiqi Tribe truly wants to attack us, we're not afraid."

Now the Small Town is at a critical stage of development; if war truly breaks out, he'll gladly join.

A Mu had something to say, but the words got stuck in her throat, so she merely nodded, "Alright, I won't ask further. You're the master here; do as you wish."

Do as you wish!

A Mu finally let go.

Ying was delighted; after feeding the child to fullness, he couldn't bear to stop kissing it. Though the child was only a few days old, it grew well, and what was once wrinkled at birth had now begun to unfold.

The fair skin looked exactly like Qinghuan's.

He could never get enough of it.

"Beibei, you must grow up quickly to protect A Mu, understand?"

In a primitive man's heart, a man must protect a woman, and Beibei is no exception.

Hearing this, A Mu couldn't help but laugh, "Look at you, he's only a few days old and you already have him protect…"

"No, A Mu, my child won't be that fragile."

Ying placed great expectations on Beibei, hoping that when he grows up he can become a man who stands tall and, like Ying, protects A Mu and his sister.

He will also teach him hunting and sword‑training techniques, so that his son can learn from childhood.

Little Beibei, after he was full, began to play; he looks a lot like Ying, his eyes are similar—brownish‑yellow—but his eyes are very large and blink cutely.

He reached out his little hand to tug at Ying's garment; Ying's large hand gently wrapped around the child's small hand, the big hand and small hand joined together. In that moment, Ying felt that his whole life was satisfied.

With a loving woman by his side who also gave birth to two adorable children for him, what more could he be lacking? The children are so tiny that they soon become drowsy; after a full meal they sleep like little piggies.

Ying had intended to play with his son for a bit, but the little one already gave him no regard and fell asleep.

"A Mu, why does the child love sleeping so much?"