Cheng Yaoyao's pitiful words made Xie Zhao smile. He took his hand away, his palm wet with tears: "Do you think I want to hit you?"

Cheng Yaoyao yelled: "You hit me!"

Xie Zhao wiped the tears from Cheng Yaoyao's face with his fingers. Cheng Yaoyao didn't like him touching him and shook his head to refuse to cooperate: "It hurts so much!"

Xie Zhao said: "I didn't use any force."

Cheng Yaoyao's face was wrinkled. Xie Zhao took his hand away and saw that there were indeed a few red marks on her fair face. Xie Zhao paused for a moment and then remembered that the eldest lady was naturally petite and would scream if he pinched her lightly.

Even though I didn't use 100% of my strength when I hit her three times just now, I'm afraid it must have hurt her quite a bit.

Xie Zhao's tone softened: "Be good and wipe it clean."

"You, Xie Jiahe, a domestic violence offender..." Cheng Yaoyao grumbled, and was held by Xie Zhao and could not move. He wiped his face clean, "You hit me so hard..."

Xie Zhao took a closer look. Cheng Yaoyao's face was wiped clean and she looked pretty again. Only the red circles around her eyes and the tip of her nose were left. She looked so pitiful. He suggested, "Then I'll hit you hard and you can compare yourself."

"..." Cheng Yaoyao puffed up his face and burped in anger.

Seeing her angry but unable to speak, Xie Zhao seemed to have a change of heart and smoothed her hair: "Does it really hurt?"

Cheng Yaoyao glared at him with a look that said "Isn't this nonsense?", but unfortunately, his peach blossom eyes were so delicate and not fierce at all.

Xie Zhao said, "Let me take a look."

Cheng Yaoyao's eyes went dark, and he tried to get up by holding onto the bed: "Don't even think about it!"

Xie Zhao happened to bend down to kiss her, and Cheng Yaoyao's nose immediately hit Xie Zhao's chin, and a sour feeling rushed to her head.

Cheng Yaoyao covered his nose and tears came out. Xie Zhao was also stunned and wanted to take Cheng Yaoyao's hand off his nose, but Cheng Yaoyao refused to do so and curled up on the bed, looking so pitiful.

Xie Zhao felt as if his heart was pinched, and he hugged her and coaxed her softly: "Sister?"

Cheng Yaoyao said in a hoarse voice: "My nose is broken..."

"No, don't be afraid." Xie Zhao's tone was filled with anxiety, and he kept soothing her: "Let go of your hands, dear."

Cheng Yaoyao made a deal with him: "Then will you still hit me?"

Xie Zhao said without hesitation: "No fight."

Cheng Yaoyao rolled his eyes: "What about the punishment?"

"No punishment." Xie Zhao anxiously stared at the back of her hand and kept coaxing her: "Be good, let me see."

When Cheng Yaoyao heard this, he burst into tears and raised his hand to hit him: "I am in such a state and you are still acting like a hooligan!"

Xie Zhao: “…”

Cheng Yaoyao took his hand away, revealing the tip of his nose, which was slightly red, without even a scratch on the skin. He narrowed his narrow eyes and stared at her: "Does your nose not hurt anymore?"

Cheng Yaoyao reacted immediately, covering his nose with his hands, and showed a pitiful expression again: "But it hurts so much..."

"Rub it and it will stop hurting." Xie Zhao said meaningfully.

The frightening aura from Xie Zhao came out again. Cheng Yaoyao realized that she had annoyed him by pretending to cry, so she turned around and ran away.

A big hand pressed down on her lower back. Cheng Yaoyao felt like she was being held down by a five-finger mountain. She couldn't move. She kicked her legs wildly and shouted angrily, "Xie Zhao, you bastard! Let me go, you're dead!"

Cheng Yaoyao struggled hard, waving her hands in the air as if trying to grab something, but she grabbed the soft mosquito net. At this moment, Xie Zhao turned her over, and with a loud bang, the pole supporting the mosquito net fell down, and the mosquito net fell in all directions, entangled the two of them like a spider web.

…

This punishment lasted until the afternoon, and the various amorous incidents during that time are not known to outsiders.

The small courtyard was closed, creating a world of its own. At this time, the courtyard was quiet, with only the sound of cicadas. If you listen carefully, you can hear the muffled crying coming from the room, which is soft and pleasant, and infinitely enchanting.

Cheng Yaoyao didn't even want to move his fingertips. His jet-black hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, swaying slightly with the bumps.

Xie Zhao heard her breathing become even, so he slowly stopped. Cheng Yaoyao groaned without blinking, "Don't stop."

"..." Xie Zhao rubbed her hair with his face, then continued to walk slowly in the room holding her.

Cheng Yaoyao never dreamed that her talk with Shen Yan and Lin Jiaqi would make Xie Zhao angry, which directly became the fuse of this "punishment". Xie Zhao refused to stop crying even though she cried miserably, until she repeatedly promised that she would never care about other men again.

The two of them did not leave the room. Xie Zhao took some snacks and tea and fed them to Cheng Yaoyao. He also ate something to fill his stomach, then rolled out a wet towel to wipe her body.

Cheng Yaoyao refused. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he still clutched the blanket tightly: "Don't wipe it..."

"Okay." Xie Zhao lifted her wet long hair and wiped her face and neck: "If you feel sleepy, take a nap."

Cheng Yaoyao frowned and twisted her brows a few times. No matter how she lay down, it didn't feel right. Her whole body was sore and the bed was still sticky. She stretched out her arms to Xie Zhao softly: "Hold me."

Xie Zhao bent down and picked her up with one hand: "Do you want more?"

"No, it's not..." Cheng Yaoyao lay on his shoulder like a cat, and found a comfortable position to lie down: "Okay."

The spoiled girl has spoken, how can we disobey her? Xie Zhao held her in one hand without feeling tired, and walked slowly in the room. If it weren't for the injured arm, he would have held her up high.

After turning around for an unknown number of times, Xie Zhao called out softly, "Sister?"

Cheng Yaoyao's rosy lips moved, and she turned her head to bury it in his shoulder, breathing evenly. Xie Zhao carried her to the bed, but the bed was a mess and there was no place to stand, so he had to carry Cheng Yaoyao back to his room and carefully put her on the bed.

Cheng Yaoyao sensed Xie Zhao's breath and turned over to hug the quilt. Xie Zhao gently pulled the blanket over her and covered her, then returned to Cheng Yaoyao's room to tidy up.

Cheng Yaoyao's bed was a mess, with clothes all over the floor, mosquito nets with poles scattered on the bed, and even a small dress hanging on the windowsill. Xie Zhao's lower body was hot again, and he rolled up the clothes and hid them. After restoring the room to its original state, Xie Zhao took another shower and then returned to the room.

Cheng Yaoyao was sleeping soundly when Xie Zhao came up with cold steam on his body. He opened his eyes angrily and said, "What are you doing? Grandma is coming back!"

Xie Zhao lay down calmly: "It's still early, I'll take a nap."

Cheng Yaoyao felt relieved and continued to sleep, but Xie Zhao was not obedient and harassed her so much that she got angry and got up: "I don't want to sleep anymore!"

Xie Zhao hugged her from behind: "Sleep with me for a while."

Having been punished for staying in bed, and now the culprit was holding him and not letting him get up, Cheng Yaoyao was simply furious. He loudly accused Xie Zhao of being hypocritical, but was immediately gagged: "Ugh..."

…

Cheng Yaoyao spent an unforgettable day in bed. In the end, Xie Zhao held him in the bathtub. He felt weak, pitiful and helpless. With tears in his eyes, he silently swore: Study hard and never stay in bed again!

After taking a shower, Xie Zhao wrapped Cheng Yaoyao in a bath towel and carried her back to the room, then went back to the closet to find clothes for her.

Cheng Yaoyao reminded: "Wear that shirt and long skirt."

Xie Zhao picked up the light blue cotton long-sleeved shirt and said, "Are you feeling hot?"

"...How can I wear a skirt like this!" Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks turned pink. She turned her head away angrily, and there was a conspicuous red mark on her swan neck.

Xie Zhao looked at his masterpiece, his throat burning. He had indeed lost control just now. The more Cheng Yaoyao cried and begged him not to leave any marks, the more he...

Xie Zhao collected his thoughts and helped Cheng Yaoyao put on her clothes. When Xie Zhao helped her button up the last button and adjust the hem of her skirt, Cheng Yaoyao raised her cold face and became the unattainable young lady again.

Cheng Yaoyao touched the side of his neck that was covered by his collar and said, "If you are found out, you, a big gangster, will go to jail."

"Yes." A full-fledged man is in a particularly good mood, especially since he is sure of Cheng Yaoyao's feelings. Xie Zhao picked up the teaching stick and put it into Cheng Yaoyao's hand, "Do you want to hit me to vent your anger?"

Cheng Yaoyao remembered what Xie Zhao had just done with the teaching stick. She loosened her grip as if it was burned, and the teaching stick fell to the ground. She kicked it away in disgust: "Throw it away! Don't use this again!"

Xie Zhao glanced at it with a hint of regret and said, "Then what will Teacher Cheng use to teach me in the future?"

"Use...use your hands." Cheng Yaoyao thought about it and chose the safest answer.

Xie Zhao stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and said, "Go ahead."

Cheng Yaoyao turned his wrist seriously, raised his hand and slapped it down. The two palms collided, making a very crisp sound.

Xie Zhao felt nothing and looked up at Cheng Yaoyao.

Cheng Yaoyao glanced at his palm, and the white and tender palm quickly became swollen and red at a speed visible to the naked eye: "..."

That day, Cheng Yaoyao cried very loudly.

When the sky was covered with scorching clouds, Grandma Xie and Xie Fei returned to Tianshui Village happily, carrying large and small bags. Xie Fei ran fast and returned home first.

Xie Zhao and Cheng Yaoyao were both in the yard. Xie Zhao was repairing the cucumber rack with one hand, while Cheng Yaoyao was sitting on the table, swinging his legs and eating corn.

Xie Fei rushed to Cheng Yaoyao first, holding a lotus leaf bag, and said, "Sister Yaoyao, look what I brought you? Where did the corn come from?"

"My neighbor's sister-in-law gave it to me. She left two for you in the pot." Cheng Yaoyao asked, "What did you bring?"

Xie Fei laughed and said, "Don't eat corn. Eat this!"

Cheng Yaoyao opened the lotus leaf package and found several strips of glutinous rice cakes inside, which were coated with a layer of soybean powder and were already a bit sticky.

Xie Fei exclaimed, "How did it change? It looked so good when I bought it, Sister Yaoyao..."

Xie Fei was a little sad. Sister Yaoyao had given her so many good things. This was the first time she gave something to Sister Yaoyao, but it turned out like this.

Cheng Yaoyao picked up a piece of rice cake and took a bite. The aroma of glutinous rice was very strong. Although it was cold, it was still soft and sticky. It was not hard like the ones sold in restaurants. "It's delicious! Although it's a little melted, it's still delicious!"

Xie Fei saw that Cheng Yaoyao was speaking sincerely, and her eyes were bent with smiles. Then she remembered, turned around and ran to Xie Zhao with the glutinous rice cake in her hand: "Brother, you eat too!"

Xie Zhao said: "Leave it for you and Yaoyao to eat."

Xie Fei said, "I ate a lot at the market, this is for you."

Only then did Xie Zhao put down his tools, washed his hands, and picked up a piece of rice cake to eat.

Xie Fei looked at her brother in surprise: "Brother, what's wrong with your face? It's covered with wrinkles."

Xie Zhao tilted his head: "It's okay."

Xie Fei said in disbelief: "It's all swollen, Sister Yaoyao, look at my brother's face!"

Cheng Yaoyao licked the soybean powder on his fingertips as if it had nothing to do with him, jumped off the ground and ran to wash his hands: "What did you buy?"

This reminded Xie Fei, and she quickly ran over to Cheng Yaoyao to count the things she bought today: "I bought a roll of thread, wax-dyed cloth, and..."

As we were talking, Grandma Xie came back. She was carrying a basin with some fresh tofu in it. "It's a pity that Yaoyao and Zhaoger didn't go today. The tofu shop in Bashang Village has really good tofu, and the tofu pudding is so tender. It's a pity that I can't bring any back. I brought you some grass jelly. Have some."

"Yes, I ate two bowls." Xie Fei quickly added, "It was delicious!"

Cheng Yaoyao pouted: "You guys are not taking me with you!"

Xie Fei quickly said flatteringly: "Next time, next time let brother take us along, okay?"

"Don't take him!" Cheng Yaoyao got even angrier when he heard that.

Grandma Xie was busy soaking the tofu in the well water. It was hot in the summer, and she didn't know if the tofu had gone bad on the way back, so she had to let the smell fade. Hearing this, Grandma Xie turned around and looked at Cheng Yaoyao, and then at Xie Zhao who was standing beside her and acting as if nothing had happened.

Although Grandma Xie was old, she had sharp eyes and saw the slap mark on Xie Zhao's face at a glance.

Grandma Xie cut the grass jelly into pieces, mixed it with honey, and brought it out, inviting Cheng Yaoyao and Xie Zhao to eat: "Here, eat this first. We bought it from the mountain people, and it tastes different from what we make ourselves."

Cheng Yaoyao ran over happily, and Xie Zhao also sat beside her. She snorted and pulled the small stool further away. Xie Zhao smiled good-naturedly and helped her put the spoon away.

As they were making noise, there was a sudden slam on the door: "Yaoyao! Yaoyao, are you home?!"