Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law Chapter 213: Xia Zhining: Sis, I Actually Don’t Hate Him Any

Daze Mountain Mountain Stronghold.

In the night, snowflakes flew heavily, the endless expanse of white snow weaving a beautiful picture, like silver patterns adorning black brocade.

Gusts of cold wind brushed through the leaves, making a rustling sound among the trees.

Suddenly, a small tree the size of an arm couldn’t withstand the weight of the heavy snow, and the trunk snapped with a crisp "crack" sound.

Yi Shiyin’s petite figure compared to Han Anniang was like a child to an adult.

Yi Shiyin bit her red lips, feeling the movents on her back, her lively eyes carrying shyness and a hint of sha, while a lock of hair fell over her ear, lightly brushing her fragrant, smooth cheek.

She was bearing the kind of pressure she shouldn’t have at her age.

...

Who knows how much ti passed. Perhaps it was around midnight; the room was quiet, with only the sound of the cold wind howling outside the window.

"Husband, aren’t you coming?"

Seeing Han Anniang move away from her, Yi Shiyin, whose arms were sowhat weak from supporting herself, sat up, took a handkerchief, and began to wipe the fine sweat off Han Anniang’s face.

"Xiaolu, I... I can do it myself..." Han Anniang’s face was a bright red, and she felt ashad and annoyed when Yi Shiyin glanced at her.

The reason she couldn’t accept Chen Mo’s antics.

Wasn’t it because she was Chen Mo’s sister-in-law, so in front of Yi Shiyin and Chen Mo, she was the elder.

Being the elder, she naturally had to act mature and poised, and as an elder, she should set an example for the younger ones at least.

But now, as an elder, she was openly exposed in front of the younger ones and even displayed her most embarrassing side to them.

In the future, she could no longer interact with Xiaolu as the composed elder sister.

"Sister-in-law, still shy?" Chen Mo helped tidy up the strands of hair stuck to Han Anniang’s cheek from sweat, then gave her a peck on the cheek and laughed, "As they say, it’s difficult the first ti but gets easier. You’ll get used to it in the future."

"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Han Anniang let out a shocked cry. What did he an by ’you’ll get used to it in the future’? Does he plan more nights like tonight? Han Anniang shook her head desperately, almost in tears, "N...No, this is the only ti."

"That won’t do." Before Chen Mo could say anything, Yi Shiyin opposed, reaching out a hand akin to Chen Mo’s manner, stroking Han Anniang’s millstone, saying, "Sister Han is bullying."

Han Anniang’s face turned red as a glow, and she pushed Yi Shiyin’s hand away, "When... did I bully you?"

"Sister Han, look, I was your cushion the whole ti earlier, but Sister Han has never been my cushion. Sister Han takes advantage of but doesn’t let take advantage of her, isn’t that bullying ?" Yi Shiyin’s eyes sparkled.

Han Anniang: "..."

This absurdity, Xiaolu actually wanted it again, and she wanted her to pay back, to be a cushion once.

Chen Mo was also dumbfounded looking at Yi Shiyin, only to see her wink at him.

Chen Mo understood, it seed Xiaolu was doing this for him.

"Then I’ll compensate Xiaolu in another way, but this... no." Han Anniang shook her head.

"I refuse." Yi Shiyin said.

"No way."

Han Anniang was still holding on, but in the next second let out a light hum, as Yi Shiyin pinned her down: "Since Sister Han disagrees, then I’ll take it by force."

Yi Shiyin, though more petite than Han Anniang, was a Martial Artist, which Han Anniang couldn’t resist.

She even mimicked her husband, patting the millstone, mischievous lights twinkling in her large eyes, the whole person full of charm and mischief.

"Husband, co quickly, I am pinning Sister Han down."

"Ah, Xiaolu..."

...

The long night hadn’t ended, and dawn hadn’t yet broken.

The side room in the backyard of the Governnt Office was particularly quiet.

There were a few flower pots on the terrace, tended to ticulously by Xia Zhiqing every day, but now in winter, the once lush flowers looked sowhat withered.

Xia Zhining was initially drowsy, but upon hearing movents behind her, her thoughts suddenly cleared up.

After coming back, just like before, Xia Zhining slept on the sa bed with her sister, back to back.

Because of the cold weather, even covered in blankets, they were pressed back-to-back tightly together.

She clearly felt her sister move, assuming she woke up, so she called once but received no response.

She turned around slightly, sitting up to check, only to see her sister’s eyelashes trembling as if caught in a nightmare, her face a bit flushed. It seed to be a rather tense dream, with so fear, as the toes outside the blanket occasionally curled up and twitched.

"Is Sister having a nightmare?"

Carefully observing, Xia Zhining, perhaps due to a sense of longing after not seeing her for a while, reached from behind and embraced Xia Zhiqing, gently stroking her little belly.

A long-missed embrace engulfed Xia Zhiqing, and in her nightmare, she saw a well-featured young man with a muscular physique soaked in bead-sized sweat from recent exercise. The young man was Chen Mo, smiling at her and calling her Zhiqing.

She shyly turned her back, only for the young man to wrap his arms around her from behind.

In her sleep, Xia Zhiqing’s body trembled slightly, and she instinctively struggled to resist.

Sumr Zhiqing thought her sister was having a nightmare and held her tightly, not letting go.

Unable to resist, and realizing in her slumber that she was dreaming, Sumr Zhiqing simply embraced the young man back, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

But quickly, she realized that sothing was off.

So soft...

In her groggy state, Sumr Zhiqing’s expression suddenly froze, and a faint scent of a woman filled her nose, clearly not the scent she expected.

Sumr Zhining watched her cat-like sister, thinking she had been bullied in her dream, gently stroking her back, "Sister, don’t be afraid, it’s just a dream."

"..."

Sumr Zhiqing awoke with a start, looking up at Sumr Zhining.

At such a close distance, their eyes t.

Sumr Zhiqing’s cheeks gradually turned crimson, like they were burning, and she slowly released the corner of the blanket she had unknowingly crumpled into a ball, feeling her earlobes burning hot, she muttered after holding it in for a while, "Zhining, why aren’t you asleep?"

"I was a little sleepy, but I saw you seed to be having a nightmare," Sumr Zhining curiously asked, "Sis, what did you dream of? You looked quite scared."

Sumr Zhiqing: "..."

"Uh... I dread that when you and I were leaving, soone was trying to kill us, and you, Zhining, fell in a pool of blood protecting ..." Sumr Zhiqing quickly ca up with a reason, her mind working fast.

Sumr Zhining didn’t doubt her.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

If sister was thinking about leaving, then having such a dream isn’t surprising.

Sumr Zhining squinted her eyes slightly, pretending to speak casually, "With the world so chaotic right now, if we leave at this ti, it might really unfold like the scenario in your dream."

Seeing that her sister didn’t suspect anything, Sumr Zhiqing quietly tidied her nightgown and echoed, "Yes... yes."

"Sister, what do you think of Pingting County? How have you been here when I’m not around?" Sumr Zhining tentatively asked.

"It’s been pretty good, much better than when we first arrived. The people’s faces are filled with smiles and vigor, and the entire city is steeped in a lively atmosphere. And Uncle Geng has governed Pingting County very well. Despite the recent influx of people, the public order hasn’t been chaotic at all. Its bustling prosperity has already surpassed that of Nanyang at the ti..." Sumr Zhiqing spoke at length.

Seeing her sister’s good impression of Pingting County, Sumr Zhining was montarily stunned and instinctively said, "Sister, you don’t want to leave here, do you?"

Sumr Zhiqing’s face stiffened, hastily explaining, "Of course not, no matter how good this place is, it’s just a den of thieves after all. It’s not a place to stay for long. Besides, with how that person has treated you, Zhining, we... can’t stay here peacefully."

"Sis... actually, I no longer... hate him."

"No longer what?"

The latter words were said too softly by Sumr Zhining, and Sumr Zhiqing didn’t quite hear them.

"Nothing... it’s late, let’s get so sleep." Sumr Zhining turned away, lacking the courage to repeat the words.

After all, after being treated so poorly by that bastard before, saying she didn’t hate him anymore now, what would sister think of her?

...

The next day, dawn broke, and the morning light softly appeared.

Chen Mo woke up, turning his gaze towards Han Anniang beside him, and Yi Shiyin curled up in his embrace like a kitten, feeling a surge of indescribable emotion.

He intended to get up to absorb the Solar Purple Qi, but seeing that there was no sun outside and light snow was still falling, he felt like staying in bed.

After all, in the midst of winter, cuddling with two girls to sleep was just too comfortable.

But with a glance at the system panel.

"Can’t indulge in the pleasures of tenderness, since there’s no sun, might as well hurry up to break the Tier with the Cloud-Chasing Arrow and enhance the additional power." Chen Mo, relying on his strong willpower, crawled out of bed.

Seeing the girls were still asleep, he dressed quietly and walked over.

However, Han Anniang was already awake, and when Chen Mo crawled out of bed, a cold wind blew in, she just pretended to be asleep, not wanting to face him.

Now she slowly opened her eyes, gazing intently at Yi Shiyin still asleep beside her, her eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of annoyance. She was about to get up when she let out a soft groan, looking down, she found the other was piling up snow.

Han Anniang blushed, quickly removing Yi Shiyin’s hand.

Truly, like uncle, like nephew.

Xiaolu followed her uncle’s lead in being mischievous.

...

Chen Mo pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The location of his residence was ideal, offering a broad view of the mountains and below.

The entire mountainous area was covered in a blanket of white snow, with the houses and hills clad in silver, as if the world had been renewed.

"Brother Mo, you’re awake."

Song Min was outside building a snowman, her face and hands flushed red from the cold, yet she showed no fear of the chill. Seeing Chen Mo, she smiled and waved a greeting.

"Min’Er, fetch so hot water." Seeing Song Min’s red little hands, he was about to scold her, but then recalled how he was the sa at her age.

Once Song Min left, Chen Mo helped finish the snowman she hadn’t completed.