Rong Ye was practically skipping through the mud, despite his drenched fur and the heavy rain. He was cradling the plants in his arms as if they were the most precious treasure in the world.
But the cradling looked more like Stove had wrapped his vines around his neck and tangled himself there, clutching tightly to him, while his female spiritual plant clung to him as well.
This was the only option for them to hitch a ride on this fox, because Stove feared that if they sat on his back, his little female would be blown away in the rain if the fox sprinted into the woods.
On the other hand, Rong Ye was completely oblivious to the careful thoughts of Stove. He was lost in his own fantasy.
Lan Lan is going to be so happy. The others can cook and clean? Big deal. I brought back a daughter in law. I am definitely the most thoughtful husband.
