A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[2]

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Wu Dahu acted as if he didn’t understand what Song Qinghan said and followed behind him silently like a small tail. He didn’t say anything but stare regardless of whether Song Qinghan went to fetch water or took a towel.

After Song Qing Han wrung out the towel and gently wiped it on Wu Dahu’s face, he saw that Wu Dahu was just like Little Shitou, with his eyes closed, showing a somewhat aggrieved look, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little in his heart.

Well, it was quite a new experience for Song Qinghan though. Probably he could consider getting Wu Dahu drunk so as to see what he was going to say at home.

After helping Wu Dahu wash his face and feet, Song Qinghan saw him staring at himself with bright eyes and patted his back as if coaxing a child, saying softly, “Come, lie down and go to sleep, going to bed early and getting up early the next morning is good for your health……”

He hadn’t finished the sentence yet and then he suddenly felt himself dizzy in the head- the world in his sight started to whirl. He moaned slightly out of his will, turned to look at Wu Dahu’s eyes not knowing what was going on.

And then it was a a whiff of warmth on his lips. And later on, the two enjoyed their first intimate touch since they were here in the battlefield, as Wu Dahu was in his insobriety in the head.

It was probably because Wu Dahu’s movements were so gentle that Song Qinghan had forgotten that he was now a three-month pregnant person.

Luckily, his body did not show any abnormalities after their intimacy action, and this discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Wu Dahu didn’t seem to have satisfied himself yet and hugged Song Qinghan tightly in his chest, calling his name urgently, as if he wanted to carve the word “Song Qinghan” into his bones.

Song Qing Han’s face flushed and he couldn’t help but relax his body and let Wu Dahu have his desire satisfied one more time.

The temperature inside the tent gradually rose, and Song Qinghan dared not make a sound, biting his lower lip tight as he let his consciousness be shaken to pieces.

Finally the second round came to its end as Wu Dahu’s body softened down. And this term Song Qinghan could clearly perceived that his body couldn’t hold up such force anymore, and then he reached out to cover Wu Dahu’s eyes, while making an order without mercy, “Get sleep! No more now!”

Wu Dahu unconsciously rubbed his head against Song Qinghan’s palm, acting like a pampered cat. “Fine~~”, he sounded gently from his throat, and then held Song Qinghan into his arms and drifted off to sleep.

When Wu Dahu’s breathing became more and more stable, Song Qinghan gently bit the tip of his tongue to regain his consciousness, sat up from the bed suddenly, put on his clothes. He glanced around attempting to check whether he had left something behind. After confirming that everything was left without any fractures, he loosened his shoulders in great relief, and then rushed out of the tent hurriedly.

Perhaps Wu Dahu would somewhat recall something in his mind tomorrow, but as long as he didn’t find out about himself, then he could still hide himself up without being exposed.

Besides, from what Song Qinghan knew based on his understanding of the drunkards, their memories after a hangover were basically nil, and he would also doubt that Wu Dahu might not even know how he got back to his tent in the morning.

The night passed quickly without any disturbance. As the sunlight poured into the tent the next day, Wu Dahu’s eyelids twitched, and when he opened his eyes and stare at the roof of the tent, he felt a myriad of information flooding into his mind, as if it was going to make his head explode.