Chapter 39 – Protect
“What’s wrong?”
Yan Xiaosi said, “Wait until I go out, then you can undress.”
Long Hao watched her turn around and leave, his eyes locked on her slender figure, not understanding why he needed to avoid her, considering they were both men.
“Brother Long, when you’re done changing, let me know, I must dispose of your clothes.”
Yan Xiaosi’s voice came from the kitchen, and Long Hao responded in a low voice: “Alright.”
After a moment, Long Hao called to the kitchen, “You can come in now.”
Yan Xiaosi walked in, looked up, and saw Long Hao dressed in coarse hemp clothes.
This shabby outfit would have exuded poverty on an ordinary person, but on Long Hao, it had a different kind of charm. It was true what they said, a good figure can make even a rag look good.
“Um, this outfit suits you well.”
It was quite rare to find such a shabby thing in the small western-style building in the portable space.
Yan Xiaosi went to pick up the black robe Long Hao had thrown on the wooden bed.
The robe emitted a strong smell of blood, and it had several long cuts in it. It would be difficult to sew the robe back together.
“I’ll hide this outfit for now and give it back to you when you leave.”
Long Hao looked at her somewhat worriedly. “This grass temple is so small, where are you going to hide this outfit?”
Considering the killers from Rongdi were powerful, it was natural for Yan Xiaosi to hide Long Hao’s clothes in the portable space to ensure absolute safety. However, Yan Xiaosi couldn’t tell Long Hao about this.
“You can rest assured, I will handle the hiding of the clothes well, and won’t let those Rongdi assassins find them.”
After reassuring him, she went out with Long Hao’s clothes.
Yan Shuyun was holding a broom, cleaning outside the latrine, when she saw Yan Xiaosi rushing out holding something in her arms.
She looked at Yan Xiaosi suspiciously.
Starting from yesterday, her younger brother had become somewhat mysterious.
“Fourth Brother, where are you going now?”
Yan Xiaosi looked towards the voice and saw Yan Shuyun holding a broom, standing at the entrance of the latrine, watching her.
No wonder she hadn’t seen her third sister just now when she came back. She was cleaning the latrine.
“Brother Long’s clothes are dirty. I’m taking them out to wash. Third Sister, can’t you stop for a moment? I’ll clean the latrine when I come back.”
Yan Xiaosi, eager to deal with Long Hao’s clothes, casually reminded Yan Shuyun and then hurriedly left. She hid Long Hao’s clothes in the portable space and returned to the broken grass temple.
This time, Yan Shuyun obediently put down the broom and sat on a wooden stool at the entrance to wait for her.
“Fourth Brother, didn’t you go to help Brother Long wash his clothes? How did you finish so quickly? Where are Brother Long’s clothes?”
Yan Shuyun asked casually when she saw Yan Xiaosi returning empty-handed.
Yan Xiaosi walked up to her, squatted down, and replied, “I went to wash them at the weir outside the village. I thought there was no place to dry them at home, so I hung them on a tree branch outside.”
“Third Sister, let me take a look at your wound.”
She gently rolled up Yan Shuyun’s pant leg, “The wound is healing. I’ll apply a little more medicine, and it should scab over in two or three days.”
Earlier, when she went into the portable space, she had retrieved some Sanqi powder from the small western-style building.
Yan Xiaosi said, “Who would have such poor taste to steal his shabby clothes?”
