Lu Qing lay far away from Shen Qiqi, stiff as a piece of wood.

He felt uncomfortable all over, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing the people around him.

"Third brother, do you want to sleep?" Shen Qiqi suddenly spoke, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of teasing.

Lu Qing's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and tried to sound calm: "Sleep, sleep..."

He quietly moved towards Shen Qiqi, and with the faint moonlight outside the window, he saw Shen Qiqi looking at him with her eyes wide open.

Her eyes are bright and shining, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Lu Qing couldn't help but bend down and wanted to take a closer look at her.

Shen Qiqi suddenly turned her head and avoided his gaze.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like a ripe apple, so cute.

"What?" she muttered softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

Lu Qing's heart beat faster and he felt his throat a little dry.

He reached out and gently lifted the hair that was scattered on her cheek.

"Qiqi..." He called her name softly, his voice low and hoarse.

Shen Qiqi didn't say anything, but just gently closed her eyes.

Lu Qing looked at her face so close to him, and a strong impulse surged in his heart.

He slowly lowered his head and approached her lips...

"Going back home tomorrow, are you sure you want to do this?" Shen Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

Lu Qing's movements came to an abrupt halt, and he stared at her blankly, like a child who had done something wrong.

Shen Qiqi reached out and gently poked his forehead: "Silly..."

She turned over, facing away from him, and said, "Go to sleep."

The next morning, Shen Qiqi woke up, her whole body aching, as if she had been run over by a truck.

She pushed Lu Qing beside her in dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, hey, wake up, I'm dying, my whole body hurts!"

Lu Qing opened his eyes sleepily, looking confused: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"A nightmare? Worse than a nightmare!" Shen Qiqi rubbed her waist and complained, "This bed is as hard as a rock. I feel like my old waist is going to break! Also, this crappy quilt is so thin and hard. It feels like I'm not covering myself at all. I'm freezing to death! On top of that, I didn't even shower yesterday! I'm all sticky and uncomfortable!"

Lu Qing finally reacted and quickly stood up: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to boil water. I'll go boil it now, you lie down for a while."

"Lie down for a while? Where to lie down? This bed is covered in dust. I feel like I'm turning into a groundhog!" Shen Qiqi pointed at the stains on the sheets and said with disgust, "Also, this bathroom is horrible. It's dirty and smelly. I don't even dare to go in! I want to go home! I want to take a shower! I want to sleep on a soft bed!"

Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi's angry expression, feeling both distressed and amused.

He sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, whatever you say, we will go home today."

As soon as Lu Qing walked into the kitchen, he ran into Lu Xing, who also looked confused.

Lu Xing yawned and asked, "Third brother, why are you up so early?"

"Qiqi wants to take a shower, I'll boil some hot water." Lu Qing explained.

Lu Xing looked at him sympathetically: "Third sister-in-law woke up so early? It seems that you... "

Lu Qing glared at him: "Stop talking nonsense! Get to work!"

When Lu Qing brought the hot water to the room, Shen Qiqi had already finished scrubbing and was sitting on the bed sulking.

"The water is here." Lu Qing put the basin on the ground. "You wash first. I'll go change the sheets."

Shen Qiqi glanced at him sideways: "Why change? These sheets are all worn out after washing. They will be just as hard even if I change them! Forget it, just make do with it."

Lu Qing shook his head helplessly, changed the sheets, and coaxed Shen Qiqi back to bed to sleep.

Not long after the two of them lay down, they heard Mrs. Lu knocking on the door: "Third brother, third brother's wife! It's so late and you're still sleeping! The sun is burning your butt! Hurry up and get up and work!"

Shen Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

She glanced at Lu Qing and said in a bad tone, "What's your mother singing about?"

Lu Qing quickly stood up and opened the door: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Old Mrs. Lu stood at the door with a dissatisfied look on her face: "What's wrong? It's so late and you're still sleeping! Hurry up and get to work! There's so much work waiting for you at home!"

Shen Qiqi lifted the quilt, sat up, and said in a cold tone: "Work? What kind of work? I married here to be a wife, not a maid! Why..."

“You…” Old Lady Lu pointed at Shen Qiqi, and was so angry that she couldn’t speak.