Before she had taken two steps, Cheng Jiawen picked her up from behind. He spoke in a hoarse voice, lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, his rapid and hot breath surrounding her ear, "Where do you want to run to?"
Xu Qianjiao put her arms around his neck, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. She could clearly feel Cheng Jiawen's lips lingering on her ear, and the vague touch, along with the fresh scent of his body, surrounded her nose.
She swallowed, looked at him nervously, and asked hesitantly, "What are you doing? Put me down."
"No." Cheng Jiawen smiled mischievously, turned around, carried her to the bed, and put her on the bed.
She subconsciously wanted to sit up, but Cheng Jiawen didn't give her the chance. He leaned over and pressed her down on the bed. Just as she was about to speak, the man's hot breath covered her.
He kissed her red lips lightly, then her eyes, eyebrows, nose bridge, chin, neck, and he took her hand and whispered in her ear: "Wife~"
Xu Qianjiao looked at him shyly with red eyes, "No~ I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Yeah, I know, let's hurry up~"
Before Xu Qianjiao could say anything else, Cheng Jiawen leaned down again. The man's breath brushed across the thin skin on her ear, and tiny kisses fell on her body. The dense and tiny kisses made her face blush and her heart beat fast.
The moon outside the window rose higher and higher. Inside the room, the breathing of the two people was intertwined with each other, and the beauty in the room made the moon outside the window shyly hide.
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The next morning, Cheng Jiawen sent Xu Qianjiao to work and went home.
These days, there wasn't much work at the slaughterhouse, so he didn't go to help. He was a little bored at home, so he decided to take out the firewood from the yard and chop it into small pieces.
He picked up an extremely sharp axe and walked to the pile of firewood. With a flick of his hand, the originally thick and large firewood was split into small sticks of uniform length and thickness.
Then, he stacked the processed firewood neatly in a corner of the yard. Not long after, a "hill of firewood" came into view!
He looked at the pile of firewood and couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry in his eyes.
It is already March, but the temperature here shows no signs of warming up. If it continues like this, spring planting may be delayed. If this happens, we won’t know what to do with the food next year.
If a disaster really happened, their family would have to store food in advance. Fortunately, he had earned some money before, so if he bought some food in advance, they should be able to get through it.
But now it's just speculation, there is no basis for it, but let's wait another half a month. If the snow really doesn't stop, then I really have to buy food in advance.
He was chopping wood while clearing his mind, and didn't even realize when anyone came to his house.
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