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Farmers didn't have much entertainment at night so they usually went to bed early. Shen Yanbei, who was accustomed to the modern and colorful nightlife, must not be able to stand this kind of work and rest time. But it would have turned out differently if there was also his wife here! He really wished it would be dark fastly so he could soon lay on the bed with his wife! But you had to take a shower first if you wanted to sleep! Shen Yanbei immediately sought for clothes to change.
Took a shower! A serious wash! Because it was comfortable to hug the other if you smelled good. By the way, he had to pay attention to the stamina of his body! Although he wasn't as strong as his wife, in modern times he often went to the gym. Having both his physical strength and endurance were obligations!
Hearing that Shen Yanbei was going to take a bath, the man hurried to boil water. Even though Shen Yan had recovered from his illness, he still couldn't catch a cold anymore. When Father Shen and Mother Shen were still alive, Father Shen drilled a well in the yard behind the house and built a small cabin for bathing next to the wall. They usually bathed in this cabin. But after the old couple passed away, the cabin was blown down by the storm. The original owner was in a depression so he didn't have any intention to fix it. Besides that, a few days after the man got married, he had to serve the original owner and worked to support his family. The man was so busy that he didn't have time to repair it.
Generally, farmers weren't willing to make something troublesome. It was just that the Shen's Family was rich so they thought of digging wells to build wooden houses for bathing. Those other poorer families washed directly in the river and also could wash the dirty clothes at the same time. But Shen Yanbei was not used to doing bird walking*, so he thought about seeking a wooden barrel in the utility room. It was bought by Father Shen right after he married Mother Shen. It was more than one meter deep and very large, more than enough for an adult man.
*liù niǎo; another meaning especially belonged to when educating little boys, they often jokingly call the male genitalia a "little bird", so if you take off your pants and let the "little bird" come out for "breathing," it is called "bird walking"! The scientific name is "streaking".
The man brushed the barrel clean and hurried in and out to fill it with a bucket full of hot water. Shen Yanbei stood aside helplessly while watching him. He wanted to help but his wife did not let him. This body was pampered for many years, being unable to carry anything either on shoulders or in one's hands. He couldn't even lift a bucket of water! He just tried to carry a bucket of water but before he straightened, he staggered and almost fell into the mud. If his wife didn't catch him, he would make a fool of himself!
Laozi's face was lost! Shen Yanbei was extremely depressed.
After ensuring that the temperature was right, Shen Yanbei sighed comfortably when he soaked in the water. It was a pity that his wife was too shy then ran away so fast, or else they would have a mandarin duck shower, hehehe! Shen Yan thought it while washing the northern part, but when he saw his body as a white chicken*, all his thoughts of desires were gone. Just looking at this pair of soft skin and tender flesh, it was very similar to a woman with a very delicate appearance and fair skin. Not to mention that his physical strength was still feeble. How could his pride as a gōng? Shen Yanbei rubbed his body hard by using saponins** and decided to start exercising tomorrow.
*bái zhǎn jī; a kind of dish.
**zào jiǎo; also known as "soap jade". Made with honey locust.
When Shen Yanbei made the bed, the man came out from the shower. The man's face was flushed because of was soaked in warm water. The clothes on his body were very unfit so the neckline was wide open and could not be fastened, revealing the man's strong chest. The man's hair was still dripping. The drops of water slid down his neck, rolled over his sexy chest muscles, and finally disappeared in his clothes.
Shen Yanbei stared at the disappearing drops of water, his eyes were straight. Shen Yanbei's gazes were too naked, the man's ears were red with embarrassment. He stood at the door but liked not being afraid of this embarrassment when he walked in.
"Ahem..." Shen Yanbei hurriedly retracted his gaze. He called the man, "Come here. I will dry your hair, otherwise, you will catch a cold."
The man didn't know what Shen Yanbei meant by catching a cold. The man hesitated for a moment but still walked to the bed obediently.
"Sit!"
Shen Yanbei seated the man on the side of the bed, picked up a cloth towel, and wiped the man's hair,...and by the way, watched the scenery. Shen Yanbei's gaze slipped from top to bottom into the man's slightly bulged chest, he swallowed involuntarily. On the other side, the man's back stiffened, and did not dare to move. His head was dizzy, only hearing the thumping heartbeat.
If only it could be touched... the skin was smooth and elastic, and it must feel good... Shen Yanbei was stunned, the movements under his hands became unstable.
Suddenly the man trembled, Shen Yanbei came back to his senses. "Do I hurt you?"
The man originally wanted to say no. But Shen Yanbei only told him not long ago that he didn't like a lie, so he nodded.
"Sorry, I'll be gentle." Only then did Shen Yanbei get serious, but after wiping twice, Shen Yanbei stopped. "What happened? Why do you have scars on your head?"
There was a scabbed wound on the back of the man's head. It seemed that the wound was still new. He just pulled the hair from the man's wound.
"When were you injured?"
The man said in a dull expression, "Half a month ago..."
Shen Yanbei frowned. The man knew martial arts and his skill must not be that low. How could he hurt his head? Shen Yanbei realized the problem afterward. The original owner bought the man back from the trafficker. How could a man with good martial arts fall into the trafficker's hands?
"Aren't you good at martial arts? Why were you arrested by traffickers?"
The man's eyes opened slightly. How could the Patriarch know that he could do martial arts?
Shen Yanbei looked at the wound and was a little worried. "Does it still hurt? Let's go see the doctor tomorrow morning."
This ancient medical technique was backward. If the wound was not treated well, it would be infected. Especially the important part one like the head.
The man's heart warmed. "It doesn't hurt much anymore." After a pause, he said, "Half a month ago, I fell off the cliff then hit my head and fainted. When I woke up, I found that I didn't remember anything. ..."
Your uncle! Wasn't this plot like a part of the TV series? Shen Yanbei's eyes widened in shock. Only then did he remember that he still didn't know what his wife's name was. He hurriedly asked, "Do you still remember your name?"
"Gu Changfeng... My name is Gu Changfeng."
The man lowered his head and dared not look at Shen Yanbei.
He was an ugly Shuānger with five big three thick and had an unknown origin.
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