Is this how he treats his women?

  Don't open your eyes, don't look at Ling Han. Stubbornly pursing her lips, she refused to eat the things he offered. Leng Xi hung her head down, and her ancient well-like eyes still had unshed tears. Her breathing was slightly undulating, as if she was still angry about yesterday.

  The porridge suspended in mid-air did not receive a response. Ling Han, who had always been above the crowd, had never been treated this way before. No one had ever given him such a cold shoulder. A hint of annoyance inevitably rose up in his proud heart.

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, suppressing the proud and arrogant spirit. Still in a good mood, she comforted her, "Eat something, or your body won't be able to hold up."

  Leng Xi turned his head and looked out of the window. Those black eyeballs sparkled with crystal clear water light, but he didn't look at him.

  Good intentions met with a cold butt. Ling Han's temper was never good to begin with. Enduring it once was already his limit. Being repeatedly given the cold shoulder like this, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. With a whoosh, it surged up.

  His face fell cold, and he heavily placed the porridge on the bedside table. His eyes were filled with annoyance, staring at her stubbornly averted head facing the cold creek outside the window. He was about to lose his temper, his lips moved, but ultimately couldn't bear to scare her.

  He let out a low growl of anger, stood up and strode away.

  "Han Shao, what's wrong with you? Did you eat a fly?" Carrying a bag of things, Du Shaohui, who had just arrived at the door, bumped into Ling Han, who was pulling open the door. He blinked his eyes, inquiring about Ling Han's dark and handsome face.

  Her eyes, narrowed and dim, turned around and fell coldly on Du Shaohui's face. The fatigue that couldn't be hidden was even more unbearable on his handsome face. With an expression of "don't block my way", she gave him a cold glance and walked out with her slender figure, passing by Du Shaohui.

  "Ugh, you've been guarding the stream for a whole night. Your whole body reeks of sweat. You should go home and take a bath. Even I find you disgusting...” Du Shaohui playfully pinched his nose and insulted Ling Han's back, not fearing death.

  He saw Ling Han off, then Du Shao Xi walked in energetically and put down the things he was holding in his hand on the table beside him.

  "Hey, little one! You're awake! Come see what I brought for you!" Du Shaohui's face was radiant with a youthful smile as he rummaged through the bag. "A cute toothbrush, a beautiful towel, and... ahem... adorable little underwear." He held up each item, showing them to Leng Xi one by one. Even pulling out a red pair with a small tail on the back and a pig's head on the front, he showed it to Leng Xi.

  Leng Xi, who was just following Du Shaoxi's rhythm to look at things, subconsciously widened her eyes when she saw the underwear in his hand, and her face suddenly flushed red. She quickly lowered her head, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable, and stammered, "Y-y-you... what are you doing with these?"

  "Han Shao ordered me to do so, I unconditionally obey and serve my sister-in-law." Du Shaohui had a careless and nonchalant attitude, with a calm and gentle tone, as if it was only natural.

  "What's with the 'big sister'..." Leng Xi was so embarrassed she didn't know where to put herself.

  "Ah, Elder Sister-in-law Han. Xiao Shao is our elder brother, so his woman would naturally be my elder sister-in-law." Du Shaohui replied very naturally.

  A woman with a cold grave.

  Leng Xi's heart ached with a sudden pang. His head hung even lower.

  Ling Han once said that from then on, she was his woman. But did he treat his woman like this? Why didn't he listen to her explanation? He didn't even give her a chance to explain.

  "Hey, Xi'er. Why aren't you drinking this porridge? Is it because Han Shao brought it over? He put a lot of thought into cooking it. In the middle of the night, he even went out to buy an electric rice cooker and rice. He had already prepared everything last night, just waiting for you to wake up so you could drink the porridge at the right temperature."

  Listening to Du Shaohui say this, Leng Xi's heart felt even more distressed.

  Du Shaohui sat down beside the bed, picked up the porridge and stirred it. He sniffed it. "No good, this temperature is a bit cold. I'll go get you another bowl."

  "Don't go, I'll drink it." Leng Xi pressed down on Du Shaoxi's arm, stopping him from getting up. Her gaze fell onto the bowl of white porridge, and her eyes sparkled with tears. She reached out her hand and slowly took the bowl from Du Shaoxi's hands. She scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Although the porridge was sweet, it tasted bitter in her mouth, making her want to cry. As she chewed, big drops of tears fell down her face, rolling down her pale cheeks.

  "Hey, hey, hey! Xi'er, why are you making it rain? This porridge is really hard to eat. I knew Han Shao was an unreliable guy. He should have let the servants cook instead of doing it himself. Doesn't he think about his own privileged upbringing as a young master? The things he makes can't be eaten at all! Come on, Xi'er, don't make yourself suffer. I'll go pour it away."

  Du Shaohui was anxiously complaining, just about to snatch the bowl from Leng Xi's hands, but Leng Xi's hands were tightly grasping the bowl, not letting Du Shaohui take it away.

  "Brook..." Du Shaohui exclaimed in surprise.

  "Porridge... it's really good to drink... I think... I want to finish drinking..." She blinked, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes disappeared. She nodded silently.

  "Oh, okay. Then you drink. I'll go help you tidy up." Du Shaohui got up and walked to the large table beside him. He slightly turned his head back and saw Leng Xi eating porridge lightly. His eyes were no longer filled with tears. He smiled with relief. A sly glint flashed across his young and vigorous eyes.

  Hmph, you two are quarreling again. And you still need him to mediate. How cold-blooded. You say, in this life, having a guardian like Du Shaohui is how lucky I am. In the arena of fighting, I, Du Shaohui, am indispensable. Even in the arena of love, I, Du Shaohui, am also a must-have item. How honored you are, how honored.

  Du Shaohui's smile on his lips is very sly and bright.

  Just finished eating, was about to put the Cold Creek to sleep. Suddenly, an unexpected guest arrived at the door. Du Shaohui caught sight of the person and immediately raised his guard. It's over. That crazy lunatic has come. Not easy to deal with.

  Welcome Du Shaohui's vigilant gaze. Bai Yicheng at the door also just blinked lightly, without looking at anyone else. In those bright and handsome eyes, there was no sharp light, but instead some fatigue and a faint sense of melancholy that seemed to be born with him.

  He stood tall in a casual outfit, wearing loose deep blue jeans that wrapped around his long and powerful legs, a white long-sleeved T-shirt that accentuated his lean and muscular build, subtly revealing the muscles on his chest.

  His shoulder-length hair was half tied up, scattered on his shoulders, and the strand of hair hanging in front of his forehead stopped just above his eyes, adding a few points to his handsome appearance.

  Bai Yicheng got drunk last night, went home and soaked in the bathtub for a few hours, fell asleep in the bathtub for a few hours, woke up, dressed, tidied himself up and came here.

  He opened his eyes. The first thing he thought of was Xi'er. She was the figure that had been lingering in his mind, unable to be shaken off. How could he put her at ease?

  "A hundred miles away." Just as Leng Xi was about to lie down, she suddenly caught sight of the figure at the door. She let out a surprised cry.

  "Get back in bed. Don't get up again." Bai Yicheng's eyes flickered, and he quickly stepped forward to stop Leng Xi from getting up.

  Leng Xi still found it a bit difficult to sit up, and seeing her frown slightly in pain from the movement, Bai Yi Cheng's eyes sank down, his face full of worry. "Xi'er..." This one call was filled with too much heartache and sorrow.

  How badly did Ling Han hurt her? Letting her suffer like this.

  "I'm fine. Just a minor injury." Leng Xi gave Bai Yi Cheng a reassuring smile.

  "Yes, my sister-in-law is fine. Just take a look and you can leave." Du Shaohui was standing aside, looking very displeased. His sister-in-law had something to worry about.

  Bai Yicheng's face sank, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Du Shaohui with a stern gaze. "Watch your mouth, no one is your sister-in-law."

  "Bai Yicheng, you're not busy and came to find me for a duel, right?" Du Shaohui suddenly drew his sword and bow, staring at Bai Yicheng with an air of readiness, as if the situation could escalate into a fight at any moment.

  Men just like to fight.

  Leng Xi frowned with a headache. "You guys stop arguing..."

  "You're really shameless. You truly don't have eyes. Just as they were chatting at the Cold Creek, a half-pretty and half-elegant voice suddenly came from the doorway."

  At a glance, two women were standing at the door simultaneously.

  The woman standing slightly forward, with one hand on her waist and her head tilted to the side, was gazing at Du Shaohui with a skeptical look, clearly having been the one who had just expressed doubt.

  This girl has a slender and delicate figure, yet full of charm. About 1.6 meters tall, not the thin type, but with a loli's fresh and small features. Long hair tied up, a pink and white oval face, slightly pouting lips, a small nose, round and big eyes, like a small peach with a powdered makeup, tempting people to take a bite.

  What a lovely little loli with a jade-like face and peach blossoms.

  Leng Xi was taken aback and blinked his eyes. His gaze shifted slightly further back.

  Before her eyes was a woman with an air of serenity about her. She stood half a head taller than the woman in front, probably around 1.7 meters tall.

  She was wearing tight black jeans, which accentuated the straightness and length of her legs, but seemed a bit too thin. She wore a thin black ladies' leather jacket, revealing slender arms, with a black fingerless glove on her right hand. Her hands hung naturally by her sides, with her shoulders slightly leaning against the door.

  Her clear and bright eyes slightly drooped, as if she didn't care about anything. Her shoulder-length burgundy hair was in large wavy curls, scattered over her body, half covering her face, but still visible. It was a beautiful face, with rosy lips, flowing eye waves, and a plain yet stunning beauty that seemed to burn the clouds, with a hint of desolation.

  "Who... are you." Leng Xi was somewhat dazed, suddenly realizing that he seemed impolite, hastily withdrawing his scrutinizing gaze, blinking, and asking in confusion.

  "Enough to make my brother go wild. A woman who can't be forgotten, no matter how hard she tries. Indeed, her appearance is outstanding and unique. Truly breathtakingly beautiful." Little loli Bai Xiaoyu pretended to be profound, walking slowly over to Leng Xi's side, gazing at her steadily for a while, making Leng Xi feel quite uneasy. Just as Leng Xi was about to lower her head, Bai Xiaoyu suddenly transformed from being profound to playful, mischievously grasping Leng Xi's hand with a smile. "Hello hello! I'm Xiaoyu, my brother's sister. Nice to meet you..."

  Suddenly came the mischievous enthusiasm, really made Leng Xi somewhat dazed and confused. She looked at the person in front of her, blinked puzzledly. "Your brother's sister."