Chapter 393 His Weakness - Setting Village Rules (1)_1
After a fierce battle, Xiao Ruiyuan returned to his main tent, completely exhausted. He hadn’t closed his eyes in two days and nights.
Upon lifting the tent flap, Xiao Ruiyuan, paying no mind to removing his heavy and cold armor, headed straight for the bed in the corner. Squatting dead center in the bedding, there was a flat-haired creature, fast asleep and unmoving. Who else could it be but Maomao, the creature known for delivering messages over thousands of miles?
But what was that thing tied to its back?
Stirred by curiosity, Xiao Ruiyuan quickly approached, and with a mix of urgency and extreme care, untied the small cloth bundle from Maomao’s back.
This action naturally woke the slumbering Maomao. It lazily lifted its head, and upon seeing the small cloth bundle in its owner’s hand, it instantly woke up. Hopping around the bed as if to take credit, it made excited noises.
At this moment, Xiao Ruiyuan’s entire focus was on the small cloth bundle, utterly indifferent to the creature’s clamor!
The bundle was tied rather tightly, and Xiao Ruiyuan had to exert some effort to loosen it. Inside, he found two things that looked like palm-sized bizarrely-shaped items. He curiously picked them up and turned them over several times. After a moment of thought, he slid his hands into the gloves.
His palm and fingers were wrapped by the fur, snug but not tight, which felt unusual to Xiao Ruiyuan, but the softness and warmth sparked a moment of covetousness in him. He made a fist, finding it didn’t hinder his movement, and he confirmed that it was indeed meant for warming his hands.
He slipped the other glove on, finding it to fit perfectly. Glancing at the fine stitches on the gloves, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curled slightly, his usually stern face seeming to soften with a tender glow, his gaze unbelievably gentle.