He obediently bent down, and then his petite wife smeared the slick ointment evenly across his lips. The ointment was fruit-flavored. Liang Haoming pursed his lips, then licked them, was it sweet? His eyes blinked, then he stared intently at the small porcelain jar in his wife’s hands. Dong Huiying felt like laughing, "This isn’t for eating, it’s for applying on your lips, though... even if you do eat it, it’s not a problem, after all, I made it from fruit myself when I was in the Golden Triangle." After that, she took out another, larger white porcelain jar and scooped out a large dollop of creamy ointment, then applied it to the man’s face, neck, and hands—any skin that was exposed, she covered with some. Liang Haoming lifted his hand and smelled it. This time it wasn’t sweet because it had a herbal fragrance, not a sweet one. "What’s this good stuff?" Hong Xiangjun also came over to ask. Dong Huiying tossed the two jars to Hong Xiangjun, "You apply it yourself, the small one for the lips and the big one for the face, hands, and neck." Hong Xiangjun looked newly fascinated, seemingly very curious about the stuff. After that, Dong Huiying opened another small bundle and took out a small pot and stuffed it into Liang Haoming’s arms. "Eat this, sweet preserves! But don’t eat too much, the preserves are very sweet, be careful not to find them cloying." The man’s eyes crinkled, then he opened the pot and picked out a piece of sweet preserve. He looked at his little wife, "Ah—?" The wife blinked, then opened her mouth wide, "Ah!" He fed her a piece of preserve, she chewed with a smile, and even praised, "So sweet!" However, it was not clear whether her remark "So sweet" was praising the sweet preserve, or the man who was feeding her the sweet preserve? With her eyes smiling, and the baffled man also crinkling his eyes again. This man, his facial nerves not well developed, but he actually could smile. Only, his smile was faint, barely noticeable unless looked at closely. Afterward, the husband and wife each ate several pieces of sweet preserves. Next to them, Hong Xiangjun, having finished applying the ointment, made a sickeningly sweet face. In broad daylight, are they flaunting their marriage when she has no man of her own!??? As for Tu Ya, left out on the side, her face was so awkward it almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot. She felt even more irritated than Hong Xiangjun. Tu Ya gave Dong Huiying a sharp glare, then turned with a toss of her head, storming off angrily. Dong Huiying thought about it, and then popped her head out, peeking behind Liang Haoming. Seeing Tu Ya huffing away, she couldn’t help but laugh, "Hey, I’d kindly remind you to find shelter from the wind as soon as possible." She then pointed at the sky, "If I’m not wrong, there might be a sandstorm tonight." Tu Ya stopped in her tracks, then turned around fiercely to look at Dong Huiying, "You’re not from our Desert, I, Tu Ya, have grown up in the desert since I was little. Don’t I know whether there’s a sandstorm or not? Don’t meddle unnecessarily!" Dong Huiying shrugged her shoulders, thinking... believe it or not, it’s up to you. She didn’t particularly girl, but didn’t dislike her either. Even though the girl was a bit bratty, at least she hadn’t done anything to harm them yet. And for Dong Huiying, she had only offered the warning out of a sense of duty. Disregard the old man’s words and suffer right before your eyes! The little wife looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and then put the matter out of her mind, taking out a big iron pot to start preparing dinner for the day.