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A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[2]
Wu Dahu acted as if he didnât understand what Song Qinghan said and followed behind him silently like a small tail. He didnât 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 Dahuâs face, he saw that Wu Dahu was just like Little Shitou, with his eyes closed, showing a somewhat aggrieved look, and he couldnât 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, âCome, lie down and go to sleep, going to bed early and getting up early the next morning is good for your healthâ¦â¦â
He hadnât 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 Dahuâs 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 Dahuâs 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 didnât 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 âSong Qinghanâ into his bones.
Song Qing Hanâs face flushed and he couldnât 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 Dahuâs body softened down. And this term Song Qinghan could clearly perceived that his body couldnât hold up such force anymore, and then he reached out to cover Wu Dahuâs eyes, while making an order without mercy, âGet sleep! No more now!â
Wu Dahu unconsciously rubbed his head against Song Qinghanâs palm, acting like a pampered cat. âFine~~â, he sounded gently from his throat, and then held Song Qinghan into his arms and drifted off to sleep.
When Wu Dahuâs 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 didnât 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 Dahuâs 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.
Song Qinghanâs face, Jiayiâs face, the Commander Generalâs face, the faces of all kinds of people â¦â¦
He rubbed his temples and smiled bitterly when he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his own body.
He had no idea how many cups of wine he had drunk last night, he only remembered the crowds of people coming to toast one after another, he drank the wine cups after cups, and in the end he didnât even know how he left the banquet. And when he got his consciousness again, it was at the current moment.
It seemed that he himself was still a little too pleased with himself ⦠Towards the victory?
Wu Dahu lifted the blanket and as he looked at his physical condition, his heart tightened and some vague memories suddenly flashed through his mind.
If he remembered everything correctly, he had been with Song Qinghan last night?
He stood up abruptly, draped in only one piece of clothing. And then turned to glance around in the tent with his eyes sharpened, as if to discern the slightest trace of marks to prove the existence of Song Qinghan.
When his eyes swept over the protective mirror, he subconsciously paused, took a big step over and observe on it for a long while.
There was no doubt that the place had been moved by someone else, and he was pretty sure that he hadnât moved it himself.
After all, even if he was drunk, he wouldnât come back to play drunken with this protective mirror.
Something flashed through his mind and suddenly he stood up, walked over to the corner where the ointment had landed last time and looked at it carefully.
At the sight of the folds on the corner, Wu Dahu suddenly got his mind clearer.
It seemed that what happened last night was not just an illusion, someone had indeed entered his tent, and whether those vague memories were true or not was open to debate for the time being.
He finished dressing, and when he was about to summon the guards in, the news of Jiayiâs arrival was reported.
Thinking of the foul play he had made yesterday, Wu Dahu got his eyes frozen and then he let the guard to summon Jiayi in. Seeing that Jiayi had carefully bowed before walking obediently to where the chamber pot was placed, he suddenly made an order to the know-nothing guard aside, âGo check in the army camp whether there is a femina man called Song Qinghan. I want his information.â
Wu Dahu originally wanted to make a rough measure to demonstrate Song Qinghanâs height and appearance, but he gave it up after a careful thinking over it. There were thousands of millions of people in the army camp after all. Since it was easy to investigate a man by his name, it would be more difficult and time-consuming to recognize according to the appearance one by one.
When the guards left, Wu Dahu sensitively noticed that Jiayiâs hand once slightly trembled, as if he had been found out for something guilty he had just done.
Thinking of his previous speculation, Wu Dahu suddenly asked, âJiayi, do you know Song Qinghan yourself?â
Jiayi seemed to have not expected Wu Dahu would ever take the initiative to call him by his name, his legs went âparalyzedâ and he collapsed suddenly to kneel down, lowering his head and answering, âSorry, I am not sure â¦â¦â
Wu Dahu squinted his eyes gradually, while his sight on Jiayi became more fierce with a sense of scrutiny.
If this guy did not know Song Qinghan at all, he would definitely answered with a specific word âNoâ instead of the ambiguous one âNOT SUREâ. So⦠what was he actually hiding? Or, what was he trying to conceal?
With such an abrupt consideration, Wu Dahu walked to the front of Jiayi slowly and then looked down in a condescending height, threw those three pieces of wrinkled paper ball on the ground and then interrogated in a deep voice, âThen explain this! Didnât you say that it was all written by you?â
When Jiayi saw the characters on the last two sheets of rice paper, his mood, which had been somewhat tense, suddenly became relieved. He then came to answer after a brainstorm in his mind, âLord Wu, it⦠it was indeed done by me. Butâ¦Â it was not my will but someone else.â
He deliberately did not mention âwrittenâ, but âdoneâ, so as to bring a leeway for himself to make another excuse if possible. In this case, even if things were to be exposed in the future, he himself could be able to shirk the responsibility and put all the blame on Wu Dahu.
Although this was not very generous, he wanted to put himself in a more favourable position.
After hearing Jiayiâs words, Wu Dahu paused, and then came to utter coldly with his eyebrows frowned tighter, âWhose idea? And what about the ointment stuff, was it you throwing it into my tent?â