I Transmigrated to Ancient Times and Married a Little Husband

[Two male leads + ancient-style farming + gong travels from the present to the past + love grows over time + sweet doting romance]

[Content warning: features a male spouse; a gentle, slow-paced story]

Ye Heng held Lin Zhao in his arms, gazed at his swollen, red eyes, and wiped away his tears with his thumb. In a gentle voice, he asked, “What's wrong? Why is my little sweetheart crying? If I've done anything wrong, just tell me, okay? I'll change. If you really don't like that sheep, I'll return it tomorrow so you won't have to look at something that upsets you. How about that?”

Lin Zhao burst into tears and shook his head, choking out, “No... I'm not unhappy with it...”

Ye Heng took out a soft handkerchief and wiped his tears, still coaxing him gently. “Don't cry, don't cry. If something's made you feel wronged or sad, tell me. Don't be upset. My little sweetheart's eyes are all swollen from crying, and it breaks my heart.”

The young man sobbed too hard to form a complete sentence.

It took a long time for him to calm down.

With his eyes still red and swollen, he nestled in Ye Heng's arms, his hands instinctively protecting his belly. His voice hoarse, he finally confessed what was on his mind. “I just feel like I'm being unreasonable. You've already been working so hard, but I'm still making a fuss. And I keep crying, making you worry.”

The young man's brows drooped, his eyelids were swollen, and his eyes were still brimming with tears that threatened to fall.

“Not at all. My little sweetheart is so wonderful. Even when you're being fussy, you're adorable, and I love it. And you're not being unreasonable. A young man's heart is so, so sensitive. Even the smallest thing can make you feel wronged, touched, or sad. That's perfectly normal. Don't blame yourself, understand?”

“I understand...” The young man's voice trailed off, full of coquettish sweetness.