CHAPTER 102: 102: ONE PERSON, ONE CAT, ONE RABBIT (3)_1

Dong Huiying, with her petite frame, not only had dark skin but was thin, her body marked with many scars. Adding to her small stature, her compact size made her seem more like a young girl who had yet to blossom rather than a woman betrothed and of marriageable age.

Because of this, when she walked down the street, people often mistook her for a little girl not yet of age.

As if struck by lightning,

Haoming was dumbfounded. A flush of embarrassment rushed over his sun-darkened face as he uneasily turned his gaze away. Yet his curiosity was too strong, and he couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at Dong Huiying.

She had been at the Liang family for a year, but this was the first time he had seen her like this...

A woman’s body, compared to a man’s, was very different...

He looked down into the water again, suddenly feeling a heat rise in his body, inciting an unprecedented impulse.

"Drip, drip."

A trickle of nosebleed flowed down, hastening to shatter upon the cold ground.

Startled, he quickly covered his nose and tilted his head back, but his neck and ears were all flushed, looking utterly disheveled.

...

After a long while, the nosebleed stopped.

Haoming looked towards Dong Huiying with difficulty,

He called out to her, but she was deep in sleep.

He hesitated before extending his hand, his rough fingertips gently poking her soft cheek. Although her face had freckles and wasn’t very attractive, her cheek was soft, reminiscent of the tender tofu he had eaten when he was young.

Feeling a strange sensation, he swallowed hard and poked a couple more times, then suddenly heard her mumbling in her sleep.

Scared!

His body stiffened, freezing up like Wood.

Anxiously waiting for what felt like an eternity, he stood by the tub, his heartbeat thundering like a drum, as if about to break free from his chest.

However, Dong Huiying was fast asleep, seemingly uncomfortable, as if she wanted to turn over. But she was sitting in the tub, her little body slipping downwards.

Seeing that she was about to go under, Haoming panicked, hurriedly reaching out with his strong arm into the tub. The bathwater was now icy, he scooped up the drenched girl, then grabbed a clean towel to dry her body.

Throughout the process, his face grew hotter, nearly inducing another nosebleed.

Dong Huiying, in her slumber, was pampered comfortably. Once everything was done, she wriggled on the bed and then cuddled into the blanket, continuing to sleep deeply, oblivious to Haoming’s dismay.

Standing by the bed in a daze, still holding the towel, his handsome face was wooden and stoic.

Seeing her back turned to him, straddling the blanket, his mouth was dry and he quickly pulled the blanket from her embrace, covering her with it to shield the troubling view. He didn’t dare to linger a moment longer, rushing out of the room as if his tail was on fire.

Reaching the well, he fetched a bucket of water and then, raising it high, the water cascaded over him, drenching him to the core.

"Achoo!"

He rubbed his nose, set down the bucket, but paused, feeling restless and hot.

His body felt aflame, reminiscent of the time he dashed into burning haystacks to save someone during the autumn harvest six months ago, with fire closing in from all sides.

His body was unbearably hot and scorching.

The difference was, that time the flames on his skin were very painful,

whereas the fire now was ignited from within him, yet it made him feel an urgent need to vent...

But how should he vent it?

His wooden gaze drifted into a deep confusion and bewilderment...