Chapter 40: Bringing Home a Daughter-in-Law 

He absentmindedly avoided the injuries and cleaned himself up, taking off his shirt before coming in front of the young wife. 

Xia Li turned around, surprised to see him so proactive today. 

However, since she only needed to apply medicine today, she already knew where his injuries were and didn’t need him to take off his clothes. 

With him undressed, she felt awkward saying anything and carefully examined the wounds, applying the thick herbal juice made from wild violets onto them. 

She then asked, “It looks fine, with no signs of worsening. Do you still feel any swelling or itching?” 

The man’s tanned handsome face flushed slightly. 

With a serious expression, he swallowed hard, “…Not at the moment.” 

“That’s good.” 

Xia Li used cotton to apply two layers of the medicinal liquid, the dark plant juice a bit sticky as it flowed down along the defined lines of his abs. 

As she wiped with a cloth, she suddenly felt awkward. 

Uh. It flowed down to his pants. 

Clearing her throat, she looked up nonchalantly, “Why don’t you lie down? It’ll be easier to apply.” 

The man lay flat on the bed, his light brown chest rising and falling slowly with deep breaths. 

Xia Li quickly finished applying the medicine, the thick herbal juice emitting a fresh and cool scent that was quite pleasant. 

She looked at him again. 

To her surprise, as soon as their eyes met, he abruptly turned his head away, his handsome profile glancing to the side. 

The edges of his ears were slightly flushed. 

Oh. 

Could it be that he was feeling nervous and shy? 

A big man lying right in front of her, shirtless, with smooth muscle lines all over his body, looking like he had no excess fat at all. 

With such a tall and solid physique, he was acting all vulnerable. 

Xia Li felt a bit dazed, realizing that the atmosphere was somewhat off, and hurriedly tidied up her things to leave. 

“Well… you should rest well.” 

As for moving, they could wait until his injuries healed in a few days. 

The man glanced in the direction where his wife had closed the door, his ears still warm. 

The young wife was really so gentle to him… 

He truly liked the feeling of her beautiful eyelashes lowered in concentration as she applied medicine, her soft little hands occasionally brushing against him. 

She was small, right at the bedside, within reach. 

With just a lift of his hand, he could completely envelop her, tightly holding her like he did when he raised his arms high in the mountains, and then hug her, and then… 

The man’s bold imagination hesitated and paused. 

And then, what happens? 

He thought for a moment and couldn’t come up with anything. 

It should be hugging the daughter-in-law, holding her tightly, and then having her coax him to sleep, right? 

Yes, just like that. 

But he was very warm and began to worry about what would happen if they slept together in the future—what if he rolled over too heavily at night and accidentally crushed his wife? 

She was so soft all over, like a rabbit; it wouldn’t be good to crush her, and he would feel very guilty. 

Sigh, he didn’t know if his wife would like to sleep… sleep with him. 

Cough. 

The man stopped there, feeling timid like a thief, furrowing his brows and looking around. 

Then, with a stern expression that seemed cold and serious, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his ears secretly flushing. 

The next day. 

Dawn broke hazily. 

Xia Li lazily pushed open the door, rubbed her eyes, and saw a pile of large, fresh sand pears with leaves on the hall table. Beneath the table lay a long-eared wild rabbit and two grey, plump pheasants. 

The wild pheasants looked very anxious, their eyes wide open, and they had pooped all over the floor while being tied up. 

Xia Li thought she must still be dreaming. 

Her delicate eyes were dazed as she blinked, wondering where all this… came from. 

The man came in from the backyard, fully dressed, looking like he had been up for a while. 

But his expression seemed a bit off. 

When he spotted Xia Li, he first glanced at her suspiciously, unconsciously raised a hand to scratch his hair, and said in a somewhat awkwardly rough voice, “Wife…” 

Xia Li: “…?” 

“Did you go up the mountain?” 

She noticed there was a bit of dust on the hem of his pants, and a half-feather from a chicken stuck to it. “Did you bring all of this back? The pears, the rabbit, and the wild chickens…” 

Seeing the surprise finally show on her face, the man couldn’t help but lean closer, and with a low cough in his throat, he said, “Um, I brought them back to raise a wife.”