Reincarnation: My Possessive Beast Husband-Chapter 312 - 313: The Hem of Her Skirt Hung Over His Head

"You really do have a conscience; I thought you were someone who only knew how to freeload without the thought of giving back. Fine, we’ll do it that way, I’ll sleep the first half of the night, and you sleep the second half."

His attitude bore no sign of gratitude, completely as if it were a matter of course.

Su Yan: "..."

She shouldn’t have been kind; this guy is a typical ingrate!

With so many guys around, why did she, a woman, have to stick her neck out?

However, words she had already spoken were now too late to take back...

Humph, she’d just not help him tomorrow night and let that irritate him to death. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

After eating a little, the group began setting up for the night’s sleep.

Xiao Tan was setting up the tent by himself while Su Yan stood by, watching indifferently, refusing to offer a hand.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and smiled at her:

"If you help out, I’ll let you rest in it alone during the daytime, how about that?"

Su Yan was somewhat tempted; she was going to be on night watch tonight and would definitely be tired the next day. If she could rest in his tent for a bit, that actually wouldn’t be too bad.

After thinking it over, she cleared her throat and said, "Alright, seeing as you’re so sincere, I’ll help you out this once."

Xiao Tan gave a light smile, pointing to the other side and said, "You lift up that side, I’ll finish this side then move over there."

"Okay." Su Yan walked over and, following his instructions, lifted up the other side of the tent.

Her gaze continuously followed Xiao Tan’s movements.

She noticed that his hands were skilled; with a few motions, he had the ropes pulled taut and secured to the ground.

There was not a hint of confusion or clumsiness.

After finishing that side, he came over to Su Yan’s side and knelt down, hammered a stake into the ground, then straightened the tent’s rope and tied it to the stake.

He performed all these tasks while crouching, with Su Yan right beside him.

When the wind blew, her skirt would brush across his cheek or even hang on his head.

Yet he appeared completely unaware, never once reaching out to flick the skirt away.

Seeing this, an idiom suddenly flashed through Su Yan’s mind, "under someone’s skirt"...

Geez, what was she thinking?

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