Yan Lin raised his hand to touch Xu Manzhi's face, but his palm stopped in mid-air, afraid that the thorns in his palm would scratch her face and hurt her.

Xu Manzhi immediately recognized his hand, grabbed it, and pressed it against her cheek.

The warmth and delicate touch of his palm were intoxicating, and Yan Lin felt an unprecedented sense of wonder and pleasure.

Girls are so soft~~

The thought alone made my whole body feel hot.

Xu Manzhi asked with a smile, "You came to see me because you wanted to talk about Zhou Xiangqun?"

Xu's mother came to the family compound, which was probably his arrangement.

Otherwise, she would have no relatives or friends, and being unfamiliar with the place, she wouldn't be able to find Yan Song's family even if she asked around, as there were many guards outside.

Yan Lin smiled slightly.

His eyes held deep affection as he softly said, "I had someone secretly keeping an eye on Zhou Xiangqun. Xu Guidao invited him for drinks, and when he was drunk, he started the attack."

"Who do you think did it?" Xu Manzhi asked meaningfully.

"Jiang Pengyue".

Xu Guidao was truly bewitched, insisting that he had made a mistake while drunk and refusing to admit that anyone had instructed him, no matter what.

At first, no one doubted it.

When Yan Lin heard about the case, he also found it strange.

Coincidentally, he knew a prison guard and secretly had his informant get some information out of him. He overheard Xu Guidao boasting that he would only serve a year at most and that his daughter was the daughter-in-law of some high-ranking official.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lin immediately knew without even guessing that Jiang Pengyue had made the move.

"So how should this case be judged?" Xu Manzhi asked.

"Intentional assault, serious offense, ten years imprisonment." Yan Lin.

Zhou Xiangqun insisted on a severe sentence and refused to forgive.

He directly requested the death penalty.

Xu Manzhi revealed a strange smile and said quietly, "Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Jiang Pengyue's move was thrilling and exciting."

Now things are really going well; the baby in Jiang Pengyue's belly has become a hot commodity in the Zhou family.

A single heir.

She couldn't help but snuggle into Yan Lin's arms, as docile as a kitten, and said with a smile, "I plan to have a few more children, you don't mind, do you?"

This is the umpteenth time she's brought up having a baby.

Yan Lin's heart trembled, his eyes gleaming, and he asked cautiously, "Aren't you afraid that your baby will be as ugly as me?"

He worried that his child would inherit his unattractive appearance.

Xu Manzhi pinched his lips with two fingers, gently shushed him, and whispered, "Nonsense, I'm telling you, our baby will only be the most amazing and the best, and will definitely be beautiful. I'm in charge of this."

Yan Lin couldn't help but chuckle.

He found her adorably clueless.

Having a baby isn't something anyone can decide...

But he couldn't bear to interrupt her reverie, so he nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Xu Manzhi smiled with satisfaction.

She wished time would hurry up, hurry up, and hurry up even more.

Yan Lin talked with her for a while longer. When he left, Yan Song returned, and the two went inside to chat for a bit. When he left the family compound, Xu Manzhi came out to see him off.

Yan Xiaoyu watched the whole process with envy that brought tears to her eyes.

She has two older sisters and many friends. Most of them are based on revolutionary friendship, and although they don't necessarily have arranged marriages, they meet through matchmaking, get engaged within a couple of days, and then start their life together.

She had never seen Xu Manzhi and Yan Lin be so affectionate.

Sweetness is contagious.

This scene planted a seed in her heart: if she were to marry someone she didn't love, she would rather be alone for the rest of her life.

After Xu Manzhi returned to the house, Yan Xiaoyu leaned in and sniffed her repeatedly, then said with a mischievous smile, "Sister, you're so sweet, like honey."

Xu Manzhi is moving a rice container.

The jar was full of rice, weighing fifty or sixty pounds.

With a force of her arms, she lifted Mi Weng and moved him to a corner.

Yan Xiaoyu quickly covered her mouth.

Maya.

Sweetie is a tomboy!

She remembered her mother's words: "You mustn't learn from her; she's very capable."

Yes, that's true.

In front of her brother-in-law, she was a weak and easily bullied little rabbit, but once they were apart, Xu Manzhi was a tiger that could devour people...

Forgive her for not being able to do it.

Yan Xiaoyu deeply understood her mother and became a mother herself.

"Xiaoyu, what did you just say? I didn't pay attention. I wanted to ask Aunt Yang if the clothes I asked her to buy last time have arrived yet," Xu Manzhi said.

Yan Xiaoyu blushed instantly at the mention of this.

She fled in panic, waving her hand and saying, "I...I don't know, sister, go ask my mother."

Xu Manzhi asked Yang Fen to buy a small item.

So embarrassing!

She overheard her mother asking a colleague at the Friendship Store about bras, and vaguely heard the word "bras," which instantly felt like hearing a shocking news story.

Xu Manzhi's personality... is a bit wild.

How could she dare to use something like that?

Yan Xiaoyu was completely baffled, but she dared not think about it, dared not ask, and dared not even mention it, as if she were talking about a shameful thing that women had been talking about for thousands of years.

Once everyone was out of the room, Xu Manzhi returned to her spatial dimension.

She wandered around the fragrant wood forest, observing the sweet aroma, selected a tree, and began to chop it down with her axe.

This is a fragrant wood called "soap," which has cleansing properties and can be used to extract ingredients to make a scented shampoo.

There is soap on the market that can be used to scrub your face, body, and clothes, and also to wash your hair.

She felt it was too dry.

I might as well make my own shampoo.

In the apocalypse, even water is a rare resource. Most people don't keep their hair. If their scalp gets dirty, they just wipe it with a cloth. After she transmigrated here, it took her a long time to adjust.

But once she went from frugality to luxury, she gradually started to dislike soap.

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