Chapter 891: Chapter 891

After Yang Ming left, Xiaoxiao lay there, feeling restless and anxious.

She was really worried, Yang Ming wasn’t someone with great martial arts skills, just an amateur. What if he got caught by the villagers?

The more Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more scared she became, with images of being mobbed flashing through her mind.

She kept hoping that he would come back soon. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙

In this state of anxiety, Xiaoxiao spent nearly an hour, feeling as though each minute was an eternity.

Finally, she heard footsteps in the yard, her heart leapt with joy—could it be him returning?

She sat up quickly, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

All her nervousness and fear vanished as Xiaoxiao’s eyes were fixed on the door. Finally, the door opened, and she could see Yang Ming’s face in the moonlight.

Overjoyed, she jumped off the bed, didn’t even bother putting on shoes, and barefoot, she threw herself into Yang Ming’s arms, feeling him tightly, "Honey, you’re finally back."

Even though she usually acted carefree and bold, not afraid of anything outside, the truth was she wasn’t a strong woman. She was just a little woman, and without Yang Ming, she felt like the sky was falling.

Yang Ming held his wife tightly in his arms, knowing he had worried her again, "Yeah, I’m back."

Feeling the real Yang Ming, the worry in Xiaoxiao’s heart finally eased.

Just as she was about to ask about the night’s exploration, suddenly Yang Ming lifted her off her feet.

Yang Ming carried his wife towards the bed, feeling pained because she had lost weight again. With the days of rushing about, how could she not be tired?

Just now, his wife had run so quickly, definitely barefoot again, which wasn’t good for her health. Also, when her period came, she would faint from stomach pain, and the doctor had repeatedly reminded them to keep her warm, "Honey, you shouldn’t walk around barefoot anymore."

"It’s okay, honey, it’s almost summer now, not cold at all." Yang Ming was always so considerate, making her heart warm, but it was indeed almost summer now. In modern times, they could wear short sleeves, but here they still wore long sleeve clothes.

Yang Ming placed his wife on the bed, turned around to find a cloth for wiping her feet, and lovingly started wiping her little feet, saying, "Even so, you can’t catch cold, and your period is coming."

Hearing this, warmth filled Xiaoxiao’s heart; even though she herself almost forgot about her period, Yang Ming remembered it clearly.

She looked down, watching Yang Ming wipe her feet, her heart filled with warmth and a bit of sorrow.

Silently, she prayed in her heart, ’Dear period, please don’t come, let me have a baby first.’

Yang Ming held her little feet, wiping off the dust she collected from the ground, "Alright, get into bed quickly."

"Okay." Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement, then quickly got into bed.

Yang Ming put down the cloth, undressed himself, and got into bed too, pulling his wife close, letting her head rest on his arm, as this was their sleeping habit, "After I left, was there any noise in the yard?"

"Did the son wake up or bother you?"

"No, he slept all along, he’s so well-behaved." Xiaoxiao thought, if only the son had woken up, she could have had a distraction.