The Little Husband We Found in a Thatched Cottage

Complete Note: A slow-paced, slice-of-life story with a gentle build, centered on rustic country living and romance. The extras include childbirth. The attacker is the protagonist. He transmigrates in his own body. The couple dote on each other. Neither has prior sexual partners. A gentle, restrained attacker who seems mild and detached but is actually carefully plotting every step x a cheerful, adorable recipient who starts out pitiful and grows strong and independent Pei Yingchuan, owner of a guesthouse, transmigrated to Creekside Village, a small village nestled among mountains and water. With no money to his name, he had no choice but to move into a long-abandoned, drafty thatched hut at the end of the village. New to the area, he was struggling to manage on his own, yet somehow a gravely ill young boy had appeared inside the hut. The hut was dilapidated, but it could still offer some shelter from the wind and rain. Figuring that if he could help, he should, and that an extra person would mean extra company, Pei Yingchuan kept the boy and carefully nursed him. Life in the countryside was poor. Pei Yingchuan borrowed a ladder to fix the roof, and the boy obediently handed him the thatch in his arms. When Pei Yingchuan went up the mountain to chop wood and catch fish, the boy prepared a jug of cool tea and put it in his basket. If he worked late, warm rice porridge and vegetables would be waiting for him when he got home. As autumn grew colder, the boy's injuries healed completely. Pei Yingchuan thought he would have to return to a solitary life in another world, but instead, from then on, he always had a beloved husband by his side, someone who understood him and depended on him. Dong Ge'er from Qingping Village had bitten through his tongue and passed out, after which he was thrown into the back hills. When he awoke, he dragged his battered body for more than ten miles before finding an uninhabited shack. Afraid that someone might find him, he blackened his face and hid inside the broken thatched hut. A discarded jar from the villagers could be used to carry water from the river. Thatched grass and weeds from the roadside could be piled up to make a bed. Exhausted, Dong Ge'er hid in the heap of grass and fell asleep. When he woke, a tall man was standing before him. The tall man not only made him all sorts of little toys, but also braved the dangers of the mountains to gather herbs for him. Winter turned to spring. The thatched hut became a little earthen house, and Dong Ge'er finally had a home. A gentle, pastoral story about an attacker and recipient supporting each other and making a life together. Upcoming novel: My Cannon-Fodder Master Has Tons of Secret Identities. If you're interested, please add it to your collection. Theme: There's always true kindness in this world