mtl008 Chapter 172 The Sleeping Kitten
Chapter 172 The Sleeping Kitten
Xiaomo doesn't feel tired.
It was so much fun feeding these big cherry-like spiders and watching them eat the sweet nectar.
There are also those tangled spider silks, the red silk threads are elegant and tough, and are the best material for sewing cloth.
Artis put down the spider silk in his hand, fed the spider with Xiaomo, and put it away.
"Xiao Mo, after dinner today, we need to go to bed early," Artis said with a smile, "We agreed that I would make the wedding dress myself, and you were the one helping me."
"Hehe, I didn't help much," Xiaomo smiled, "I don't want to rest after dinner. Artis, please accompany me around. This place is so beautiful."
"Okay." Artis agreed.
He didn't want Xiaomo to be too tired, but she seemed to like Niaomingjian very much, so in the evening, he took her around for a walk.
After dinner, Attis took Xiaomo and walked into the depths of the Birdsong Stream.
After passing the cascading waterfall, there is a meadow full of flowers.
Even in the moonlight, you can see the green grass and the flourishing flowers.
In this bird-singing stream where it is spring all year round, all kinds of creatures grow exceptionally vibrantly.
Artis and Xiaomo stopped and sat on a large smooth stone.
"Artis, look, the moon is so round tonight," Xiaomo looked up at the sky, "There are so many stars tonight."
In autumn, the moon is bright and the stars are setting. Looking from Niaoming Gorge, the stars are like pearls in the sky, dotted around the moon.
"Well, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Artis nodded.
A firefly flew over, carrying its little lantern, and walked slowly along the way.
"Ha, Artis, there are fireflies." Su Xiaomo was amazed.
In the original world, I saw many fireflies when I was a child. I often caught them at night and put them in glass bottles, and then released them during the day the next day.
Their light is particularly soft, and on a moonlit night, it is as bright as moonlight.
Xiaomo stretched out her hand, and a firefly fell into her palm.
"Arts, look," Xiaomo held the firefly in front of Artis in surprise, "I saw it when I was a child, but I didn't expect to see it again here."
"In Birdsong Stream, there are many fireflies every night," Artis said. "There are more fireflies here than stars in the sky."
Su Xiaomo looked around.
Sure enough, fireflies everywhere flew out from the flowers like falling little stars.
Such beautiful scenery can only be seen in dreams.
Xiaomo stood up and danced among the groups of fireflies.
The folk dance I learned was not in vain.
"Arts," Xiaomo danced in the wind under the twinkling stars, "Come on, let's dance together."
Artis stood up, bewildered.
Xiaomo had already grabbed his hand.
Let's waltz.
On this charming moonlit night, we are surrounded by tiny fireflies like stars, blooming flowers, and refreshing floral fragrance.
Artis didn't know how to dance at first, but Xiaomo taught him little by little.
How to hold the handrails, how to hold the waist, how to walk.
Artis was very smart and learned the waltz in no time.
He held Xiaomo's waist and led her to dance among the flowers.
Artis' arms were particularly strong, and Xiaomo danced safely and lightly.
The little fireflies around them also danced along with them.
Only on a moonlit night like this can you forget your worries and your longing for someone far away.
Artis's embrace is so warm and safe.
Xiaomo was very happy.
The moon quietly hid in the clouds, and the night deepened.
Xiaomo was tired of dancing and lay in Artis' arms.
Her long hair had been let down, and a dark green pearl crown was buckled on her wrist.
Today, I have a very fulfilling and happy life.
She lay in Attis' arms, looking at the stars in the distance, and fell asleep unknowingly.
Artis did not move.
Just holding Xiaomo like this.
The night fog rises.
Artis held Xiaomo in his arms and walked gently on the way back.
He walked softly, afraid to wake her up.
When they got to the tent, Artis gently put Xiaomo down.
However, Xiaomo's hands were still around his waist.
"Arts, don't go." Xiaomo closed her almond-shaped eyes and muttered in her sleep.
Artis could only lean over and lie down next to Su Xiaomo.
The unique fragrance of females is like the breath of Attis.
Her gentle breathing was like that of a kitten that had just fallen asleep.
Artis pulled the animal skin over and covered Xiaomo with it.
Although Niaomingjian is like spring all year round, there are many plants and it is very humid at night, so it is easy to catch a cold if you don’t cover yourself with a blanket.
The slight rustling sound seemed to startle Xiaomo. She turned over and buried her head in Artis' arms.
Artis' heart tightened instantly.
My heart seemed to stop beating for a beat, and then started beating wildly again.
Xiaomo's body, as soft as jade, was in his arms.
Perhaps because she felt a different kind of warmth, Xiaomo snuggled into Artis' arms like a kitten.
Artis' throat moved with difficulty.
I really can't stand Xiaomo's unintentional temptation.
He couldn't leave, and her small hands were lazily placed on his waist.
The little head rested on his arm.
Her black satin-like hair fell casually behind her head.
Such a lovely girl, just standing by his side without any defense.
The temperature in Niaomingjian was not high at night, but Attis felt unbearably hot.
The surroundings were silent except for the sound of Xiaomo's breathing in my arms, which was even and peaceful.
Artis leaned over gently and kissed Xiaomo's forehead.
This lovely little girl, does she know in her dream how lovable she is?
Artis gently gathered Xiaomo's hair to prevent it from being pressed.
Then, Xiaomo, feeling very relieved, closed his eyes.
Just taking a short break is nice.
With the girl you like in your arms and a dreamland around you, you will be immersed in it even if you don’t sleep.
The bird's paradise is indeed worthy of its reputation.
Su Xiaomo woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the morning.
Her head was still resting on Attis's arm, and her hair was scattered on his chest.
Artis closed his eyes slightly, his long, curly eyelashes covering his eyes.
As if realizing that Xiaomo had woken up, Artis opened his eyes.
"Xiaomo, you're awake," Artis looked at her gently and helped her up. "You slept with your head resting on your arm last night, and I didn't move."
Ha, dear Artis, I have to explain it again.
"Oh," Xiaomo smiled embarrassedly, "Artis, your arm is not numb, right?"
"No," Artis said with a smile, "You slept so soundly last night. Even if you sleep for a few more days, your arm won't feel numb."
Although he didn't sleep well that night, Artis didn't feel tired at all.
With Xiaomo by his side, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
But there was one thing Atis didn't say.
If Xiaomo continued to sleep next to him like this, he didn't know if he could still control himself...