Yin Ruxu fell asleep on the horseback, and Wotu Zong was holding his wife in his arms at this moment. He wasn't in a hurry to rush along the road, so he let the horse move forward slowly. The scenery around him was what he was used to seeing, and there was no longer any freshness to it, but the princess wife in his arms could be gazed at endlessly.

  The more he looked at her, the stranger the feeling in his heart became. It was sour and astringent, making him want to take her to see the most beautiful things and make her happy. He hoped she could smile as brightly as the girls in their tribe.

  Just now seeing her sitting properly in the big car, he had a feeling that this woman was like a bird in a cage, with a delicate fragility all over her body. His first thought at that time was to hold her and let her fly, and when he came back to his senses, he also found it funny.

  As soon as night fell on the grassland, it became cold. But Yin Ruoxi was snuggled in Wotuo's arms, sleeping soundly, without any sign of waking up. Wotuo thought that she was different from those rugged men on the grassland, even the newly born lambs looked more robust than her. He worried that she would catch a cold and fall ill, so he beckoned to the palace maids who were peeking out from behind to bring over some clothes to wrap her up warmly.

  The palace maids hastily brought over the woolen cloaks, but Wu Duo took one look and was dissatisfied. What's the use of such a beautiful pattern if it can't even keep warm? Wearing this is no better than not wearing anything at all.

  "Is there a fur coat? Go get the fur coat."

  The palace maidens went to the big carriage and opened a box, revealing fur coats. Wu Tu held someone in one hand and shook out a coat with the other, wrapping it around the person before holding them close again. Song Yan stood beside him, witnessing this series of actions, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

  This tribal leader has never been one to take care of others, he can't even take care of himself, living his life as freely as a wild wolf on a snowy mountain, without any consideration in his mind. That day, Song felt that he was born this way, after all, he excelled in other areas, but inevitably fell short in some aspects. But today, it turned out to be an eye-opener, the reason wasn't that the tribal leader lacked delicacy, but rather that he hadn't met someone who made him willing to put in the effort.

  Look at how thoughtful he is, he didn't even think of this possibility.

  Wotuo's idea was good, but unfortunately he was clumsy and rough, wrapping Yin Ruxu in a bundle, and forcibly woke her up. Yin Ruxu was suffocating under the thick fur coat, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she hadn't figured out where she was yet, her heartstrings were tense, and her eyes were full of panic. She raised her head to look, saw Wotuo's unshaven chin, and the sunset on the grassland above his head.

  Orange, crimson and purple clouds, fiercely burning across half the sky, while on the other side it's still a blue and green heaven, with a distant sun on the horizon that hasn't set yet, like a flame at the center of the world.

  She stared blankly ahead, her mind suddenly thinking of discussing "The Female Lead and the Male Second" with more like-minded people, "Popular web novels or" chatting with more book friends about their favorite books.