Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan carefully placed the lunch box on the low table, and was hesitating whether to use the boiling water on the stove to make tea for him, when he saw him coming out of the inner room. He had changed his clothes today, but they were still black, and his whole body was neat and without a single decoration.

There was no expression on his face. He just glanced at the food box on the table, said nothing, and sat down at the low table.

Anan was very flustered. This look...

She was a little worried that she would lose her composure like she did yesterday, so she gave him a cursory greeting and hurried away.

"Aren't you going to serve me dinner? Where are you going?" He spoke, still without any warmth in his voice.

Anan froze in place and looked back at him.

He looked unfriendly and pointed to the food box in front of him.

Anan came back to his senses, stared at him for a while, and suddenly smiled.

She walked over slowly, knelt beside him respectfully, opened the food box, and took out all the food inside.

Maybe she was a little nervous before, but now she let go.

With such a favorable position, she stared at him openly, biting her lips to prevent herself from crying, but she couldn't control her increasingly crazy heartbeat.

He turned around, looked at her with a smile, then looked at the wine cup in front of him.

Anan moved forward, holding the wine jug, and poured wine for him.

The lines of his profile were imprinted in her mind like a knife and an axe. They appeared in her dreams countless times, but she always found it difficult to touch them. Today he was sitting there. Anan clenched the wine jug in her hand and almost reached out to poke his jaw.

He drank the wine in the glass, turned his head and glanced at the girl sitting next to him. Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her body was soft and fragrant. She was indeed a beauty of the highest quality.

She also had the best means. She entered his house openly, made drastic changes to his farm, and easily deceived his brothers. Everyone said that she was a poor woman who was eager to find shelter.

His eyes fell on her snow-white wrist holding the pot, and when he met her fiery gaze, he smiled coldly.

Seeing that his glass was empty, Anan moved forward and poured her another glass of wine.

He picked up the wine glass and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Anan looked up at him and smiled: "I am not afraid of anything, but my Lord, are you afraid?"

He drank the wine in the glass, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea.

Anan silently poured him wine, and now he just let go and stared at him unscrupulously.

He buried his head in eating, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear.

He ate in an orderly manner, without making any noise, and held the wine glass away.

Anan still held the wine jug and sat quietly beside him watching him eat.

After he finished eating everything on the plate, he picked up the food box on the table and cleaned up the dishes. His intention to drive the guests away was obvious. Anan took the food box, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and put it on the table, chuckling, "This is the burn ointment, my lord."

Just as I reached the door, I heard him talking behind me.

"Aren't you going to help me heal my wounds today?" he asked her.

Anan turned around, smiled sweetly at him, put down the lunch box and walked over, knelt beside him again, took his hand very naturally, took the ointment, and gently applied it on the back of his hand.

While wiping, she blew gently, with a smile on her face.

He had never expected her to be so shameless. She was obviously a smart person, but at this moment, she seemed to not understand the sarcasm and contempt in his words at all.

It was the first time in his life that he was so close to a woman. The numbness from the back of his hand instantly spread throughout his body, making his cheeks hot and his mouth dry.

I looked over unconsciously. Her face seemed transparent in the warm sunlight, and the air she blew made her cheeks puff up, which made people laugh.

He looked at her unconsciously, and when she looked up after applying the medicine, their eyes met.

She was not timid at all, but smiled even more. In that smile, there was three parts of teasing, seven parts of joy, but it was very gentle, and he was in a trance for a moment.