Yan Xiao came out of the wooden house, only to find that there was a dent at the hem of his clothes.
A hint of annoyance flashed across his eyes; these were the new clothes his wife had given him.
I only wore it for one day today, and it already got dirty.
He couldn't help but turn back and rush in again to teach the person a lesson.
…
Zhang Sanfeng lived on the edge of town, with few other houses around.
The muffled screams coming from inside were barely audible through the wooden door.
Yan Xiao didn't come out until half an hour later, but he had already rubbed off the stain on the corner of his clothes with water.
Otherwise, it would be far more than just half an hour!
As the sun began to set, Yan Xiao, not wanting his wife to wait any longer, quickly rode his bicycle to Hei Zi's place.
...
Before leaving, he and his wife took 5,000 catties of rice, 100 watches, 200 radios, 100 washbasins and thermos flasks from his spatial storage and placed them in an abandoned house in town.
This house was rented temporarily by Yan Xiao, just enough to store the goods his wife gave him.
He and Xu Xian agreed that they would go directly to collect the grain the next day.
Hei Zi paid a deposit of 10,000 yuan, and will pay the rest after picking up the goods tomorrow.
...
The brick houses in the village have been built, and we can move back in today.
Wen Qinghe was filled with anticipation for the newly built house the whole way.
She hasn't been back for three days. For her, the Red Star Brigade is still the place where she feels more at home.
As she rode her bicycle into the village, the elderly men and women sitting at the village entrance chatting greeted her warmly.
"Yan Xiao's family is back?"
Wen Qinghe smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao, Uncle Tiejun, good afternoon!"
"Oh my, the Yan family's words are so pleasant to hear! Good afternoon, good afternoon!"
Your house is so impressive! I should go back and take a look…
Wen Qinghe smiled and agreed, then quickly urged the man to take her home.
…
Yan Xiao's lips curled into a smile, "Wife~ Hold on tight! We're going home!"
The man pedaled harder, getting closer and closer to the high wall at the foot of the mountain.
Wen Qinghe stared wide-eyed in surprise.
She pointed to the green bricks and red tiles not far away, "Brother Yan, is that our new home?"
A smile spread across Yan Xiao's eyes. "Yes, it's my and my darling's new home."
…
The bicycle was parked at the door, and Yan Xiao first lifted his wife off the back seat with one hand.
He took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.
The natural wood door was polished smooth and even.
It made her eagerly anticipate what it would be like inside.
When the man opened the door, she noticed a circular cut on one of the flat wooden boards, hidden by a wooden panel.
Wen Qinghe looked at the abrupt round hole with a puzzled expression, a guess forming in her mind.
"Brother Yan, what is this...?"
Yan Xiao opened the door and led his wife inside.
There was a latch on the inside of the wooden door. The man took her small hand and pushed the latch open, revealing the circular cutout that had been seen from the outside.
The incision was positioned at eye level with Wen Qinghe.
Is this really just a simple peephole?
Yan Xiao said in a gentle voice:
"Next time someone knocks on the door, Qingqing can pull this wooden board aside first to verify the person's identity before opening the door..."
Wen Qinghe could see the dirt road outside the door through the round hole, and she really wanted to give the man a thumbs up for his thoughtfulness.
...
Only when her people came in did they begin to observe the changed new home.
A pavilion has been built in the courtyard, but it is now more elaborate than the original simple wooden frame.
There was a stone table in the pavilion, as well as the rocking chair she used to like.
What's most surprising is that Yan Xiao actually perfectly replicated the floor-to-ceiling window she described in such a simple way.
She knew how rare this was in this era.
She had only casually replied, when the man asked her what kind of house she liked, that it had floor-to-ceiling windows and a sunroom.
But looking at the enlarged foyer, the bright space, and the spotless windows, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.
...
Since the curtains haven't been hung yet, you can see the wooden table and chairs in the living room, as well as a warm yellow sofa chair, directly from the yard.
It looks like something a man just made.
She excitedly tried to run inside, but as soon as she took a step, the man grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't rush, Qingqing, I'll carry you inside..."
Overcome with excitement, Wen Qinghe couldn't help but wrap her arms around the man's neck and plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Our Ah Yan is so capable!"
Upon hearing this, the man's ears turned red, his eyes unconsciously darkened, and his hot breath sprayed onto the fair ear in front of him, causing the young girl to shudder.
His voice was low and hoarse: "Can we do it now?"
Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?
She couldn't believe it; what nonsense was this person spouting!
In an instant, Wen Qinghe's face flushed red, and she glared angrily at the man.
…
But in Yan Xiao's eyes, it was his wife's shy acquiescence.
Seeing this, his eyes burned even more intensely.
He picked up the little girl and strode toward the bedroom, his usually steady steps suddenly becoming somewhat hurried.
The large bed in the room was custom-made by him and is nearly two meters wide. It is made of the most sturdy and durable camphor wood.
Make sure that no matter how much you mess with it, it won't make a sound.
He had already made the bed before picking up his wife.
The little girl was placed on a soft bed by the man, the blankets filled with the smell of sun-dried flowers.
Before Wen Qinghe could even notice the changes in the room, she was enveloped by the man's refreshing and pleasant scent.
Then came an overwhelming wave of kisses, her mind went blank, her body gradually went limp and weak, and she was slowly submerged in the tide of passion he brought her.
...............
This time, it was the man's way of showing gratitude for her exhaustion that day.
Just this once, Yan Xiao "kindly" let her go...
It's not that he's not capable enough, it's just that it's getting late.
If the little girl falls asleep, she'll definitely grumble and complain, and probably won't even want to eat dinner...
Yan Xiao straightened her clothes, kissed the girl in his arms, and then got up to cook.
Today's strenuous exercise has left Wen Qinghe unable to lift even a single finger.
She lay on the bed, staring silently at the ceiling, wondering who gave him the audacity to be so bold now.
He used to be that cautious man, who would check if she was out of breath even before giving her a kiss.
Starting last night...
She couldn't count them all on one hand...
Trying to drain this man of all his strength would be harder than anything else; her small frame shouldn't even attempt it...
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(I'm back! Sorry for owing everyone a few days of updates~ This chapter was written in the time I had while I was traveling these past few days π_π~ I'll resume regular updates tomorrow~)
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