After toasting the newlyweds, Gao Dajiang led the way and left.
Today is their special day, we can't let them down.
Soon, only Lu Fangfang and Zhuang Mingcheng remained at home.
"Have some water."
Lu Fangfang poured Zhuang Mingcheng a cup of tea.
The man's face was as red as a monkey's bottom, and he was sweating profusely. She grabbed a towel from the room, wiped her husband's face with it, and then started tidying up the table.
In this day and age, people are short of food and there's hardly anything left in their bowls, so it's easy to clean up.
She gathered the bowls and chopsticks and sat down in the room to wash them.
She looked up at Zhuang Mingcheng; the man was still in pain.
"You're really honest. They were clearly trying to get you to drink, but you just drank it all without hesitation."
Zhuang Mingcheng sat in the chair and gave a wry smile.
His mother reported the group, and he felt guilty, so he figured he might as well have a drink.
After a while, he felt better.
He got up, mixed some warm water, and asked Lu Fangfang to sit in a chair. Then he took off his lover's shoes.
What are you doing?
"Fangfang, you've worked so hard tonight. Let me wash your feet."
Zhuang Mingcheng put his lover's feet in the water and then began to wash them.
He washed very carefully, not even missing the spaces between his toes.
Lu Fangfang: "..."
She glanced at her husband and felt that he didn't seem like he was drunk and acting crazy.
She closed her eyes and a smile appeared on her face.
"Ouch, stop tickling my feet, it tickles."
Zhuang Mingcheng paused in washing his feet. "Fangfang, don't be late. Tell me everything that's happened in the last two months. Don't miss a single thing."
Lu Fangfang: "..."
Zhuang Mingcheng's expression was very serious.
He dried his wife's feet with a towel, then picked her up in his arms.
Once inside the room, he carefully placed his lover on the kang (a heated brick bed), then went outside to wash up.
Lu Fangfang listened outside, feeling nervous; she didn't believe the nonsense the man was spouting.
She unbuttoned her clothes, leaving herself only in her bodice and underwear, and crawled into bed.
After a while, Zhuang Mingcheng finished washing up and came in.
"Meow~"
Little Flower wagged her tail and followed him into the inner room.
Xiaohua jumped onto the chair, stretched, and then lay down on Zhuang Mingcheng's old clothes.
Zhuang Mingcheng looked at Xiaohua and thought for a while.
After a while, he walked up to Xiaohua, picked up the little one, threw her out, and then closed the door tightly.
"Meow~"
"Meow~"
Outside, Little Flower was screaming pitifully, scratching at the door with her claws.
"Pfft."
Lu Fangfang lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), feeling incredibly happy.
This man is truly heartless.
"Why don't you take Xiaohua's nest out too? Otherwise, where will it sleep?"
Zhuang Mingcheng scratched his head and thought about it; it made sense.
He picked up a chair and went outside.
"Meow~"
In the outer room, as soon as Xiao Hua saw Zhuang Mingcheng come out, she immediately shouted angrily.
"Sweetie, Little Flower, you're a big girl now, it's time for you to sleep by yourself... by a snow leopard."
Zhuang Mingcheng picked up Xiaohua and placed her on the chair.
This little guy has really grown up now; there's hardly enough room for him in the chair.
Feeling a little embarrassed, he picked up the old clothes and the little flower and simply put them on the double wooden bed on the west side.
With such a big wooden bed, Xiaohua must be comfortable sleeping on it by herself.
He patted Xiaohua's head and went back to the inner room with peace of mind.
"Meow~"
Xiao Hua tried to rush in, but Zhuang Mingcheng quickly closed the door.
"Meow~"
After calling out twice but Lu Fangfang didn't open the door for her, Xiaohua had no choice but to dejectedly return to her wooden bed.
Inside the room, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat ambiguous.
Zhuang Mingcheng glanced at Lu Fangfang on the kang (a heated brick bed), then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and revealed his strong upper body.
Lu Fangfang hid under the covers, openly peeking.
The man had a wound on his upper body, one of which was on his pectoral muscle. It made her feel so sorry for him, and she really wanted to touch it.
Cough cough...
In the end, Zhuang Mingcheng was left with only a pair of military green shorts.
Lu Fangfang was somewhat envious of his strong, powerful upper body and straight, smooth legs.
The man's face was still flushed, whether from being drunk or shy, it was hard to tell.
Lu Fangfang couldn't help but urge, "Ming...Mingcheng, don't stay down there, come up quickly."
This man, really, when it comes to crucial moments, he's even more thin-skinned than her.
Zhuang Mingcheng felt somewhat helpless. He climbed onto the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and gently lay down next to his lover.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Lu Fangfang got up and reached out to touch the wound on the man's pectoral muscle.
On her smooth skin, a bumpy wound caught her attention, and she couldn't help but touch it a few more times.
"Mingcheng, how did you get injured here?"
Zhuang Mingcheng shuddered and quickly took his lover's hand away.
"Gun...gun wound, it happened several years ago."
"Gunshot wound? Really?"
Lu Fangfang was taken aback.
She immediately moved closer and began to examine the man closely.
The wound was the size of a coin, with scars around it. She touched it for a while, then reached past the man and touched her lover's back.
"It's...it's a bullet graze. What are you thinking? There's no wound on my back. If the bullet had gone in, I would be dead already."
Zhuang Mingcheng, panting heavily, caught a glimpse of half-white, rounded breasts.
He quickly grabbed Lu Fangfang's waist and pulled his lover back into bed.
"Fangfang, tell me about your experiences over the past two months. Don't leave anything out. No, start from when you left home."
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