She felt this place was Heaven.
What Lu Xiao had brought back was indeed food, the finest cured meat, which his mother had spent several months preparing. He had brought it over before and stored it outside.
A purple clay pot was still simmering chicken soup.
"Starving, right? Just hold on a little longer, and it will be ready,"
said Lu Xiao.
Wen Xian watched him slicing the cured meat. She walked up behind him, took a deep breath, and hugged him tightly with her petite body.
"Hmm? What's up?" Lu Xiao turned his head and asked her.
But Wen Xian slowly said, "Nothing much, I just wanted to hold you like this."
Actually, humans really are complex creatures.
Lu Xiao didn't know that this was the scene she had once fantasized about, seemingly plain and simple but filled with countless moments of happiness and sweetness.
Wen Xian just held him from behind, her cheek pressed against his sturdy back.
This was her man.
She truly was the happiest woman in the world.
