Su Qiao got to her feet, clapped her hands, and strode over. Without saying a word, she scooped him up and set him on the air mattress nearby, then casually tossed him a blanket.
Jiang Han had only meant to rile her up, but now he hugged the blanket with an embarrassed look, feeling awkward all over and not knowing what expression to wear.
He was a man!
A man!
A thoroughly genuine, proud, upright man!
Could she stop grabbing him by the chin at every turn, putting an arm around his waist at every turn, and hugging him at every turn?
And carrying him in her arms... in such a humiliating manner...
Jiang Han, who would rather bleed than shed tears, felt that tonight was the most humiliating moment of his life.
He had lost all the dignity he had built up over his entire life.
Su Qiao did not notice anything unusual about him at all. She walked out of the cave and soon returned carrying a large bundle of dry grass and leaves.
Jiang Han was both angry and embarrassed. Wrapped in the blanket, he lay on his side with his back to the cave entrance.
Only after Su Qiao came back did he pretend to be calm and say, "Wake me later. We'll take turns keeping watch."
"If you recover from your fever sooner and your wounds heal faster, that'll count as doing a good deed."
After saying this stiffly, Su Qiao placed the dry grass beside the fire, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began cultivating.
Aside from the crackling of branches burning in the fire, the enormous cave fell completely silent.
After quite a while, just as Su Qiao thought he had already fallen asleep, his slightly low voice sounded from inside the cave