Chapter 47 Ruan Tang's Little Moves (1/2)

Ruan Tang tilted her head, a sly glint in her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes.

A brilliant idea popped into her head.

Ruan Tang watched as Yan Yu pushed the empty cart out of the threshing ground, and soon his tall and upright figure disappeared around the corner of the field ridge.

Now!

The little girl, who was sitting lazily on the futon just a second ago, suddenly sprang up like an arrow!

She grabbed the wooden pitchfork that Yan Yu had propped up against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the distant field ridge. Good, no one was there.

Ruan Tang sneaked into the golden wheat field like a thief.

With leisurely movements, he turned over the wheat stalks he was responsible for again.

After turning it over from left to right, you have to come back and turn it over again. This is because the straw is spread out over a large area, which helps to dissipate moisture better.

As Ruan Tang worked, she kept her ears perked up, intently listening to any sounds coming from the village path, like a wary little animal.

really!

Not long after, that familiar and tall figure reappeared at the edge of the field of vision.

Ruan Tang's heart skipped a beat and jumped into her throat.

She almost reflexively dropped her "tools of the crime" and ran back to the old locust tree.

The movement was as fast as the wind.

She sat cross-legged back on her small cushion, picked up the kettle, and solemnly gulped down several mouthfuls.

On her rosy face, flushed from the intense exercise, a hint of languid fatigue was perfectly captured, and even her breathing slowed down, as if she had truly been resting obediently for a long time.

Perfect!

Ruan Tang was secretly delighted, extremely proud of her little bit of cleverness.

This man definitely didn't notice at all!

Meanwhile, Yan Yu, pushing a cart back, walked steadily with a cold expression, showing no sign of anything unusual.

His eyes, deep as a frozen pool, remained calm and still.

But no one knows.

His immense and all-pervasive spiritual power, from beginning to end, was like a giant, impenetrable net, gently yet domineeringly enveloping his little girl.

Her every move, every smile, appeared clearly in his mind.

He had already seen the little girl tiptoeing, like a curious kitten, cautiously peeking out.

Then he worked hard turning over the wheat ears, glancing towards the field from time to time.

His footsteps could be heard from afar.

He "watched" the girl like a little rabbit, quickly putting away the wooden fork, and swiftly sitting back under the shade of the tree, striking a lazy pose as she looked around—so cute.

Yan Yu's heart felt as if it were being squeezed and kneaded violently by an invisible hand.

Then it was soaked in a pot of hot water, bobbing up and down, feeling unbearably hot.

It was a mixture of twisted satisfaction and ecstasy that almost tore his soul apart.

He knew.

His desire for control and possession had long been ingrained in his bones, bordering on pathological.

He couldn't help but want to hide her away completely, to lock her in a world where he was all alone.

On the one hand, he was morbidly afraid, and the little girl would feel annoyed, feel suffocated, and eventually... leave him.

But she didn't.

His little girl showed no aversion or resistance.

Instead, she quietly tolerated him in this way, which was both cunning and incredibly considerate.

He protected his unease.

His little girl, smart and considerate, indulged all his crazy ideas.

This realization was like a thunderbolt tearing through the darkness, shattering his soul that had been frozen for two lifetimes!