Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1181 - 1183: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Xia Dabao didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt a pang of nervousness, and in that moment, she cut her own hand, letting out an "Ah" as she did so. Tian Xiaobei, concerned for her, quickly set down his sickle and came over to take Xia Dabao’s hand, holding it gently and then, after sucking on her finger for a moment, spit out some saliva and went into the grass to find some baihua grass. He chewed it up and then wrapped it around Xia Dabao’s finger.

Xia Dabao watched Tian Xiaobei’s actions. He looked very anxious and kept holding her hand with his slender fingers. Xia Dabao felt a bit shy, as if her face were burning.

Strange, what’s going on? she wondered.

"Is it better now?" Tian Xiaobei asked.

"Yes, much better," Xia Dabao answered, "It didn’t really hurt that much, I..."

She picked up the sickle, intending to continue cutting the grass, but Tian Xiaobei stopped her. "You just sit and don’t move. I’ll cut it for you," he said.

Then he pulled out a book from his chest, "You read this for a while, I’ll go cut for you."

Xia Dabao sat by the river, staring blankly at the book in her hands, but she couldn’t focus on reading at all, and occasionally glanced at Tian Xiaobei, who was mowing the grass out of the corner of her eye.

He was half-kneeling in the thicket, his fingers long and well-defined, cutting with deep concentration, and he had stopped talking to Xia Dabao.

...

At dinner time, Nan Feng looked at Xia Dabao, who was quietly eating, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch her forehead, then her own, saying, "That’s strange, you aren’t hot at all."

"Mom, what are you doing?" Xia Dabao asked.

"What’s wrong with you? You seem distracted. You are usually the one who talks the most," Nan Feng said.

Xia Dabao looked at Axian, "Mom, isn’t Axian usually the one who talks the most?"

"You child..." Nan Feng said, torn between laughter and tears.

Axian was gnawing on a piece of pork rib, his eyes wide open, signaling that Dabao didn’t know anything at all.

"Sis might have cut her hand," Axian said.

Xia Dabao looked at her finger; it was just a small cut and it was already no longer a problem.

"I’m fine now, Mom," Xia Dabao didn’t want anyone to worry on her behalf.

But Nan Feng had already guessed something, and she looked at Xia Dabao, "This afternoon, you were cutting grass by the river with Xiaobei."

"Yes, that’s right," Xia Dabao said, feeling guilty.

"So, was it fun being with Xiaobei?" Nan Feng asked.

Yege quietly kicked Nan Feng under the table, and she understood his intention. He wanted Nan Feng to give their daughter some face and not to interfere.

Xia Dabao picked up a piece of rib, "Yeah, it was okay. Mainly because Xiaobei has read a lot of books, so he has a broad knowledge and lots to talk about."

Nan Feng understood.

...

That night, Xia Dabao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She thought about how Tian Xiaobei had bandaged her up, and also about that time on the mountain when he had applied herbal medicine to her. What troubled her most was that she also thought about the scenes between Uncle Zhao and Widow Chen.

As every girl grows up, she wonders what her future husband will look like. Xia Dabao thought, could it be that Tian Xiaobei would be her husband someday?

No way, right?

She always wanted someone tall and strong like her father. Xiaobei, even though he reads a lot, seemed a bit dull. She feared they wouldn’t have fun together in the future.

Forget it, stop thinking so much, just sleep.

Afterward, Xia Dabao started counting sheep, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep... and she actually fell