By evening, Xiao Ling's parents had returned from working in the fields. Seeing Ye Feng up and about, neither showed any wariness. Instead, they warmly asked after his well-being.
Ye Feng could not help marveling at how innocent and kind the people here were.
Over dinner, Xiao Ling's parents also asked about Ye Feng's circumstances.
In fact, Ye Feng had already made up an identity for himself that afternoon.
His parents had offended someone powerful and had been forced to leave their homeland. But they had encountered bandits on the road, and his parents had been killed. He had fled for a long time before finally collapsing unconscious from exhaustion.
He had fabricated this background because there would be no way to verify it, and it would earn him sympathy, indirectly helping conceal his true identity.
But Xiao Ling, silly girl that she was, had been so focused on chatting about amusing things that she had not asked a single question about his circumstances.
Ye Feng took this opportunity to tell them his story. Sure enough, he earned the sympathy of all three family members, who cared for him so attentively and warmly that he even felt a twinge of guilt.
That night, there were only two beds in the thatched hut, so Ye Feng could only share one with Xiao Ling's father, while Xiao Ling slept with her mother.
Until now, Ye Feng had either slept alone or with Matsumoto Tiannai and the other woman in his arms. Having a grown man beside him all of a sudden made him feel uncomfortable no matter what.
He silently decided to build himself a wooden house the next day. Besides, he intended to stay for a long time, and he could not keep troubling Xiao Ling's family like this.
Before long,