It wasn't just a light touch on the lips.

The woman's lips were sweet, and the dark color in Zhang Xiuyuan's half-closed eyes deepened a little, spreading out like layers of ink.

My dear wife, do you really think I am a humble gentleman with no desires or demands?

Zhang Xiuyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stretched out his long arms and tightly embraced the slender and soft waist of the woman on him. With a casual roll, the two had switched positions.

Without waiting for the person in his arms to move, he took the initiative and intensified the kiss. He hugged her tightly, with such passion and strength that it seemed as if he wanted to embed the woman into his bones.

Zhao Chuchu was confused for a moment, but was soon brought into a deeper level of intimacy by Zhang Xiuyuan.

It was a long time before we separated again.

There was a trace of confusion in Zhao Chuchu's beautiful pupils, and she had obviously not recovered yet. She placed her slender hands on Zhang Xiuyuan's broad shoulders, providing some support.

The already plump lips swelled a little, their color became bright and shiny, like gorgeous blooming petals.

Zhang Xiuyuan's sexy Adam's apple rolled imperceptibly, and the part that had just stabilized became heavier unconsciously.

Zhang Xiuyuan gently pressed her lips with his slender, slightly calloused fingertips. He chuckled softly, his voice low and tender, expressing endless ambiguity and affection in this quiet and dark night.

It sounds good, a sound that can make your ears pregnant.

The laughter that lingered in her ears like mellow wine finally brought Zhao Chuchu back from her confusion.

Noticing Zhang Xiuyuan's smile, Zhao Chuchu's cheeks, which were already flushed, became even more bashful.

Zhang Xiuyuan lowered his head and pecked the corner of Zhao Chuchu's lips with his perfectly curved thin lips.

"My dear wife, let's go to bed." He spoke softly, his voice as charming as a seductive fairy in the silent night.

…

Before Zhao Chuchu and Zhang Xiuyuan had time to tell the villagers of Zhaojia Village about their plan, a piece of important news gave the villagers a wake-up call.

"How can this be? We clearly agreed on 20%, how did it become 40%?"

"Why is it so in Zhaojia Village? Other villages still have a 20% rate."

"We've collected 40% of the grain, and the rest isn't even enough for our family. Do you officials want us to starve to death?"

Standing in front of the villagers were several officers with long swords on their waists. The leader had his hands folded across his chest with a casual smile on his face. He glanced sideways at the villagers in front of him who were filled with righteous indignation and had red eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

She spat casually on the ground and said nonchalantly, "If you want to starve to death, then starve to death. You will starve to death, not me. This is an order from the government. What? Do you want to resist? Do you want to be thrown into jail?"

As she spoke, she casually drew the knife from her waist. The shiny long knife reflected a cold and sharp light in the sunlight. She gently thrust the long knife forward, and the villagers immediately took two steps back in fear.

It sneered disdainfully.

Some people in Zhaojia Village wanted to question and ask for an explanation, but some people noticed something was wrong.

A young villager stepped forward with a somewhat respectful attitude and asked tentatively, "Sir, since the beginning of this dynasty, the grain tax has always been only 20%. Why has it suddenly increased to 40% now, and only in my Zhaojia Village?

"Sir, the grain harvest in Zhaojia Village is getting smaller and smaller. If we really pay 40%, I'm afraid we will starve to death. I hope you can help us solve our doubts or point out a clear way forward."

After saying that, she gritted her teeth, took out some copper coins and handed them to the officer.