Han Qingsong first took Xiaowang back and settled him before he straightened the other children and covered them with a big quilt.
Finally, he carried Lin Lan back to the west kang, where he helped her take off her cotton-padded clothes and covered her with a quilt.
Han Qingsong laid on his side next to Lin Lan, supporting his head with his hands and watching her sleeping soundly.
The lantern that hung on the door frame illuminated her beautiful features, making him feel that she was more beautiful than she was before.
He suddenly reminisced to the memory of her being drunk.
After settling the conflict with his Eldest Brother, he wanted to go home and see his wife and children first before paying a visit to Han Yongfang.
At that time, the children were playing in the yard. When he entered the house, he found her lying next to Xiaowang’s head, holding a teacup in one hand, but it also looked like she was about to slip to the ground at any time.
He quickly stepped forward and picked her up, but she wanted to have a toast with him.
When someone ended up drunk, it would usually stem from the fact that they needed to forget about their sadness and troubles. It seemed like Lin Lan had suffered, so she came back to relieve her pain by drinking.
He was suddenly heartbroken.
He took the tea cup away and wanted to pick her up, but she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck.
From the wine, her cheeks were stained red and her eyes were watery. Her eyes were even softer as she casted a charming look at him.
He lowered his head to kiss her, but she hid slightly, “Han Qingsong, I want to have a boyfriend.”
He carried her to the kang and tried to cover her with a quilt, but she held onto his neck and refused to let go.
“Be good,” He held her hand and tried to pull it down.
“No,” She pouted her red lips slightly and looked at him, “Han Qingsong.”
Han Qingsong looked at her, “It’s me.”
“Do you know what love is?” She blinked, but her eyes were blurry.
He wanted to kiss her, but she leaned back, “Are you worthy of my love?”
His heart felt like something had hit him and an indescribably strange feeling spread throughout his body.
The tip of his nose gently rubbed her cheek and his voice was low yet hoarse, “What do you think?”
She didn’t speak and just leaned softly in his arms, nuzzling like a kitten before she muttered, “Han Qingsong, do you love me?”
He kissed her lips, and this time, she didn’t shy away and fell asleep after.
He just continued to hold her and looked at her deeply before starting to fall into a deep train of thought.
He couldn’t explain the reason, but her words caused a great shock in his heart. It was as if a field that no one had ever set foot in was suddenly breached.
Maybe he thought of Lin Lan by connecting the parallels between her former situation and his Eldest Sister-in-law’s, or maybe it was because of Lin Lan’s
drunken self that exposed her vulnerability to him that made him shocked.