Chapter 27: This Man Seems to Know How to be Shy 

Xia Li casually glanced over and noticed that he had a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks. 

Suddenly, she stared in surprise for a few seconds, her brows furrowing slightly. 

The man quickly realized that his little wife was fine and noticed that his own clothes were not put on properly, which made him feel quite ashamed. 

But when his wife lifted her delicate eyelashes and her watery almond eyes fell on him, he… he suddenly found himself breathing heavily! 

What was his wife doing…? 

It was quite embarrassing to be looked at so closely. 

However… he felt a strange joy in his heart! It was like ants crawling on him, tickling! 

Before he even realized the secret joy rising within him, the man stiffened his posture shyly, displaying himself for his wife to see. 

But she only glanced a few times before furrowing her brows. 

What was wrong? 

Did she not like how he looked?! 

The man’s mood suddenly fluctuated. 

Xia Li indeed noticed something unusual. 

But she quickly regained her composure, withdrew her gaze, and continued to dig through the ash pile for the sweet potato. 

The fire in the stove blazed brighter, and the large pot was bubbling with the delicious aroma of spicy red-braised fish. 

She lifted the pot lid, steam billowing out, and said, “It’s fine, if you’re going to take a shower, eat first and then wash; the fish is ready.” 

“And also, you can’t just run out without clothes like this anymore; if someone sees you, it would be bad. You could be mistaken for a rogue and get caught.” 

The man couldn’t hide the downcast expression on his face, which she didn’t see. 

She skillfully served the fish from the pot into a porcelain jar, splitting it evenly between them. 

After reducing the sauce, the delicious spicy red sauce clung tightly to the fish, the aroma of the peppers mingling with the fish, making it visually and aromatically appealing. 

Seeing him slowly go out to get dressed, Xia Li recalled what she had just seen: on the left side of the man’s collarbone, about three fingers away from his heart, there was a rough and strange scar, resembling a round hole in the skin. 

It looked like some peculiar old scar. 

One fish shared between two people, plus a few large sweet potatoes picked from the field, was enough to fill them up. 

In the courtyard, the night sky was dotted with twinkling stars, resembling a black velvet curtain adorned with gems, enveloping the entire village. It seemed like a fine night. 

“Li, Li…” 

The man obediently went to wash the dishes and returned, thinking he had misheard. A gulp echoed in his throat, his elongated eyes filled with disbelief and shyness. 

“Um, maybe it’s best not to take it off… it’s a bit embarrassing…” he mumbled hesitantly. 

Then, the woman, whose delicate hands felt almost boneless, abruptly tore his clothes open. 

She took a glance at the front, circled to the back to take another look, furrowing her brows, speaking in an uncompromising tone: “Hurry up and take it off.” 

The man raised his eyelids to see her serious expression; her cheeks were rosy after eating, like a plump peach, and her full red lips unconsciously pursed slightly. 

He stole a couple more glances and let out a silent sigh. 

While he struggled with a certain excitement that was bubbling up, he was honest in his actions and quickly removed his shirt, revealing a body of strong, defined muscles. 

What was his wife doing wanting him to take off his clothes? 

Hadn’t she just said before dinner that it wouldn’t be right? He could be mistaken for a rogue and apprehended! 

But, since they were hiding inside the house with the door closed, it should be okay, right…? 

Lost in thought, he tossed his shirt aside and reached down to unfasten his pants. 

Xia Li had just gone to get the medicinal cotton from the table. Turning around, she saw that the man was ready to take off his pants, her forehead twitching: “Wait! I only said to take off your shirt! Are you trying to be a rogue?!” 

“?” The man froze halfway, hurriedly tugging his pants back up. 

“I’m not being a rogue, I’m not,” he said, terrified of hearing the word “rogue.” 

Because his wife always seriously reminded him that if he was considered a rogue, he would be thrown in jail, and she couldn’t possibly accompany him there; he wouldn’t see little Li again for the rest of his life. 

Thinking of this made him sigh again. 

Always having to be vigilant so he wouldn’t be mistaken for a rogue was tiring. 

Just before their meal, he had recklessly rushed in front of her, and Xia Li had noticed some new and old scars on his body. She had just bought some disinfectant cotton that day, planning to check and treat him after dinner. 

But unexpectedly, this man seemed to know how to be shy. 

At times with flushed ears and sighs, he would secretly steal glances at her.