Women from Dayuan tend to be very tall, while the men are rather frail, but this couple was the exact opposite, and they resembled the people from Dajin that Father had described to her.
Tu Ya stared at Liang Haoming, but the man was expressionless, not giving her a single glance, instead, he was gazing intently at his petite wife.
"Meow!" A kitten was perched above his head; the kitten, Black Cat, stretched out a small paw and waved it at Tu Ya a couple of times. Originally a clueless kitten, it suddenly became feisty, seemingly trying to chase Tu Ya away.
Tu Ya’s eyes lit up, "So this is a cat, right? You hardly see these in the desert."
She made a move to reach out and pick the kitten up from the man’s head, but — "Slap!"
The petite wife stepped forward, blocking in front of Liang Haoming: "I’m sorry, miss. We come from Dayuan, and this is my man!"
"Really from Dayuan?"
She was somewhat skeptical, seemingly disbelieving; "Aren’t the men from Dayuan all very slender? Each and every one of them is a little dwarf."
She then looked down at Dong Huiying, who was much shorter than her; "Little girl, I’ve taken a liking to your brother! I want to marry him! Tell me, how much dowry do you want?"
Dong "Little girl" Huiying, with a fierce twitch of her lips: "Sorry, this is my man. If you didn’t understand that, let me introduce us again. We are wife and husband, I’m his wife, he’s my husband, get it?"
Afterward, she grimaced and pulled Liang Haoming forward. She had never encountered such a situation before, but unexpectedly faced with these descendants of the Nomadic Tribe, her husband had suddenly become so attractive, with everyone, seemingly unable to keep their eyes off him.
She was feeling rather unhappy about it, and it was because... just now, due to the height issue, she had been looked down on again.
Indeed, height is her Achilles’ heel, the petite wife still wanted to grow taller today!
After the man was dragged away by the little girl, Tu Ya still looked stunned, as if she couldn’t snap out of it.
"Wife, Husband? This...this is just a waste of natural resources!"
Tu Ya raised her eyebrows, determined: "Anyway, I’ve taken a liking to him, hmph!"
Liang Haoming seemed really afraid of his petite wife getting angry, and after walking some distance, he gently pulled on his wife’s little hand: "Don’t like her."
Firm in his stance and clear in his attitude, he anxiously watched his petite wife, fearing she might hold a grudge against him over this.
The petite wife made an expression that said she’d seen too much and looked heavenward: "It’s only because I have such good taste!"
The fact that others wanted to hit on the man she liked only proved her good taste, right?
She rubbed his head vigorously, "Let’s go, you haven’t fully recovered yet. Let’s hurry back and get some sleep; once we enter the desert, where the climate is harsh, it might be difficult even to get some good rest."
He nodded, and they walked back together. They stayed in a felt tent and as soon as they entered the tent, he hugged his wife tightly.
"Wife, Wife..." he cooed like a pampered child. She turned her back to him; he lowered his head and sniffed at her collar, like a well-behaved big dog, recognizing the scent of his owner.
Black Hair jumped down from his head, then swished its tail, looked back at the two humans in heat, and snugly settled into a corner, where it stayed put.