Chapter 482: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 482: Warmth (2)
Mo Yan pressed her rapidly beating heart, took a deep breath, and crouched down to open the seal on the stove. With a rush of fresh air, the fire inside the stove gradually blazed up, casting a rosy glow on her delicate face.
The stove already had a fire burning, heating the water to a comfortable warmth. Soon, the kettle began to whistle louder and steam billowed out from its spout.
Mo Yan's mind was a mess as she blankly stared at the wisps of steam swirling around. Surprisingly, her nerves, initially tense, miraculously relaxed under the comforting sound of boiling water. Her mind gradually cleared, and she found it rather amusing!
He hadn't fully recovered from his injuries and yet he had rushed over in the middle of the night. His intentions were quite clear. She had already decided not to avoid him anymore, so what was there to be nervous about? Now, the initiative was in her hands, and if anyone should be nervous, it should be him!
With this thought, Mo Yan's mood instantly improved. Seeing that the kettle was boiling, she quickly took a suitable amount of tea leaves and placed them into the teapot. After pouring in the boiling water, she carried the tray back to the courtyard.
As soon as she entered, she met Xiao Ruiyuan's gentle gaze. Her heart again misbehaved with a leap, but this time, she wasn't as flustered as before.
"I'll do it!"
Xiao Ruiyuan stood up, took three swift steps to the door, and without hesitation, he took the tray with his slender right hand. His other hand naturally grasped Mo Yan's right hand, warm and firm.
Mo Yan was momentarily stunned and forgot to react. By the time she came to her senses, she found herself being led to sit on the sofa.
The two sat close together, with only a palm's width between them. Mo Yan could almost feel the warmth emanating from him. Her face flushed again rapidly, feeling as hot as a boiled shrimp without needing a mirror to confirm.
Mo Yan attempted to withdraw her hand with a bit of force, but before she could do so, the person who noticed her intention skillfully tightened his grip, preventing her from pulling away or causing her any pain.
Having finally held the hand of the woman he admired, Xiao Ruiyuan's face remained composed. If it weren't for his suddenly accelerated heartbeat and the moisture that betrayed him from deep within his palm, no one would have guessed how nervous he actually was.
Mo Yan couldn't fail to notice her hand being tightly held. Initially embarrassed, she suddenly felt more balanced. She allowed him to hold her hand without trying to break free.
Watching her obedient demeanor, a complex emotion surged in Xiao Ruiyuan's heart—a mixture of joy and another unfamiliar feeling. It felt somewhat like when he was four years old, and his loving grandfather had taken him out to buy a bunch of candied fruits to fulfill his birthday wish. Back then, holding his grandfather's hand, he strolled down the street, eating the sweet and sour candied fruits, feeling exceptionally content.
Yes, it was satisfaction!
The water in the teapot had gone from boiling to warm, and there was no more steam coming from the spout. The room was filled with the fragrance of tea. The two of them sat quietly holding hands for a long time, neither willing to break the tranquility and beauty of the moment.
However, they were not alone in the room. There was always some troublemaker around! As expected, Mo Tuan, locked in the bedroom, grew impatient when his master didn't come for a long time and began scratching at the door.
At first, he hesitated, mindful of his master's warning, and only used his paw pads to rub against the door. But even his paw pads began to heat up from the friction, and still his master did not come. So, he resorted to using his claws, while whining softly, enough to disturb the two people in the hall.
Concerned that he might damage the door, Mo Yan quickly stood up to open it, but her right hand suddenly tightened, and she found herself sitting back on the sofa.
Xiao Ruiyuan released her hand expressionlessly and cold air began to emanate from him: "I'll go!" Without waiting for Mo Yan to stop him, he strode to the door and abruptly pushed it open.
In fact, being skilled in martial arts, he had heard Mo Tuan's scratching earlier. He simply didn't want to let that impertinent tiger out to cause trouble and pretended not to notice.
Mo Tuan, caught off guard, was bumped by the door and fell clumsily to the ground like a flipped tortoise. He shook his large head, clumsily rolled over his chubby body, and stood up. When he saw Xiao Ruiyuan standing before him, all his new and old grievances surged up instantly.
He let out a loud roar, kicked his strong hind legs back, and suddenly launched himself towards Xiao Ruiyuan.
With Xiao Ruiyuan's agility, he easily dodged Mo Tuan's attack. However, due to his injury, his movements were half a beat slower, barely avoiding Mo Tuan's sharp claws. This slight movement caused pain to flare up from his chest wound, and he couldn't help but clutch it.
Seeing his reaction, Mo Yan, worried, exclaimed, "Mo Tuan, stop!"
Hearing his master's voice, Mo Tuan quickly retracted his claws and stopped attacking. He trotted over to his master, intending to lick his fingers and act cute. But suddenly, he sniffed a scent on his master's hand that he despised. He opened his big mouth wide, angrily growling at Xiao Ruiyuan.
This shameless villain actually dared to let Mo Tu lick his hand! How could Mo Tuan bear this?
Xiao Ruiyuan looked at him, puzzled. Mo Yan blushed deeply and lightly slapped Mo Tuan on the head, urging him to behave.
With all the commotion, the previously pleasant atmosphere dissipated. Mo Yan asked Mo Tuan to go to the back and find Xiao Hua and Da Bai. Mo Tuan was unwilling to leave, glaring at Xiao Ruiyuan from a distance, as if daring him to take one step closer so he could pounce and tear him apart.
Mo Yan sighed helplessly and walked up to Xiao Ruiyuan, worriedly asking, "Did your wound reopen? Is it serious?"
Xiao Ruiyuan's heart warmed, and his cold expression instantly softened: "It's nothing."
Mo Yan was still concerned. Without hesitation, she gently withdrew her hand from his, checked his injury, and felt the spot he had just been holding. Seeing no blood on his clothes, she finally believed his words.
Thinking about the wound in that location, she couldn't help but scold him, "This place connects to your heart's arteries. It's too dangerous to have an injury here. You should wait until it's completely healed before moving around. Otherwise, if it reopens, it will be even harder to recover!"
At this moment, Xiao Ruiyuan, who had never been so close to a woman before, blanked out. He could only feel the soft hand still moving on his chest, making it hard for him to hear what she was saying.
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