Chapter 145 Extra 1
"So, how are we going to eat tomorrow?"
Wei Li thought for a moment, "Let's squat by the stove and eat."
It's so convenient; you can just serve the food and eat it right away, and you don't even have to wipe the table after you're done.
Zhao Xiheng scoffed. Who would want to squat by the stove and eat with him? Is that something a decent person would do? It's like something a hooligan would do.
But she always felt distant from Wei Li, and since the money was his, she couldn't very well ask for this or that. She had already spent a lot of money today on clothes, shoes, perfume, and food.
"Let's return the clothes tomorrow and buy a table instead," Zhao Xiheng suggested.
She felt that her tone was one of consultation and that she was very gentle and virtuous, but Wei Li felt insulted.
He spread out the blankets. "Come and sleep. Do you need to think about these things?"
His words angered Zhao Xiheng. Since they were already married, she wasn't afraid. "Why are you yelling at me?"
She pointed to the only quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed), "Where's mine?"
“No.” Wei Li raised his chin. “There are only two quilts at home, one for Mom and one for the two of us.”
Isn't it normal to share a blanket after getting married?
Although, although he seemed a little nervous.
Zhao Xiheng blushed instantly, "Then I won't sleep with you, I'll go sleep with Mom."
She instinctively wanted to run away. She had only ever slept in the same bed with her father when she was little, and now she was going to sleep with someone she had only known for a short time. She wasn't used to it and needed to mentally prepare herself.
Although Wei Li was a little shy, the old lecher was more excited. Who wouldn't want to sleep with their wife?
He dragged the person back, saying, "Aren't you tired after working all day?"
"Mom should be asleep by now. You'll wake her up again. Her health isn't good to begin with."
Zhao Xiheng thought about it and agreed. She made up her mind. Since they were going to sleep together sooner or later anyway, she might as well take the first step.
"Then...then I'll go wash up."
She clutched her towel and toiletries, while Wei Li pointed to the kitchen, "Wash your face in there, there's a tap."
Unlike city dwellers who have dedicated bathrooms, villagers in the village boil water in an iron pot, then place a large bucket next to the stove, scoop water from the pot, mix it with cold water, and wash themselves.
Wei Li could only see Zhao Xiheng clutching a towel, her face and ears flushed, saying, "You're not allowed to look."
She slammed the kitchen door shut.
Wei Li touched the bridge of his nose; he wasn't in a hurry, after all, the person couldn't run away.
A short while later, Zhao Xiheng poked her head out again, "Where's your kettle?"
She wanted to boil some water to wash her face, brush her teeth, and wipe her body.
“It’s our house, not mine,” Wei Li emphasized. Without even thinking, he answered her, “There’s no kettle, so I use cold water to wash my face, brush my teeth, and take a bath. The kang (heated brick bed) is still heated. If you want hot water, you can use a pot, but it will probably take more than half an hour to heat it up.”
Seeing that Zhao Xiheng was about to speak, he seemed to know what she was going to say and added, "There's no bathtub either, so I bathe outside using well water."
Zhao Xiheng opened her mouth again, but Wei Li spoke first, "Yes, the same goes for winter. Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"..." He'd already said everything, what else could she say? "That's all..."
Alright, she's been out all day and sweaty. If Wei Li doesn't mind, that's fine too. Anyway, she won't mind herself.
She closed the kitchen door again, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and rinsed her feet with cold water.
Fortunately, the nights weren't too cold in late May.
Wei Li took his towel and toothbrush to the well outside to wash up. He filled a bucket with water and rinsed himself from head to toe.
When Zhao Xiheng came out, she was watching this scene and felt a chill run down her spine.
The well water was so cold that even on a hot summer night, she felt it was bone-chilling.
She changed into long-sleeved pajamas and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) waiting for Wei Li to return.
Bored, he looked around.
Wei Li is quite wealthy. The gate is a large iron gate, and there is a small, square courtyard with three rooms on the north, west, and east sides, forming a small courtyard. The well-lit north side is the master bedroom, and there is a kitchen, living room, and bedroom.
The second best option is the east side, but currently only the north and east rooms are inhabited, while the west side is empty.
A short while later, he returned, the hairspray on his head washed off, his jet-black hair hanging obediently in front of his eyes, dripping water.
He shook his head, bolted the living room door, went into the bedroom, bolted the bedroom door, and said, "Go to sleep."
The door latch clicked shut, and Zhao Xiheng's heart skipped a beat. "Sleep...sleep."
She quietly moved up, shrank into the covers, and tried to make herself take up as little space as possible in the blankets.
But it was no use. The blanket wasn't big, and as soon as Wei Li lay down, his shoulder was right next to hers.
It was steaming hot, and it carried his dry, fresh scent.
Zhao Xiheng felt that his presence was too obvious, while Wei Li felt that Zhao Xiheng had a stronger presence.
When a sweet and soft person suddenly appears in his bed, with a legal relationship and the right age, it's hard for him not to have any thoughts.
The two lay stiffly side by side, neither able to fall asleep.
Wei Li first turned over to face her, startling Zhao Xiheng.
“I know you’re not asleep. Open your eyes and let’s talk.” He poked Zhao Xiheng’s cheek. Her cheek was white and soft, and it felt very bouncy to the touch.
He got a little addicted and poked it a couple more times.
Zhao Xiheng could no longer pretend to be dead. She opened her eyes, slapped his hand away, turned over to face him, and asked softly, "What are you talking about?"
It's really not a good time to speak loudly at night; it's better to whisper.
Wei Li coughed, pulled the blanket closer to her, and the two were only a fist's distance apart, their bodies almost touching under the blanket.
Nobody was used to it, but nobody moved.
"Let's just chat casually. Which hospital do you plan to send Mom to for treatment? I'll contact the person in charge."
"Let's go to Shanghai. I've heard the hospitals there are good," Zhao Xiheng thought for a moment.
"Okay, sure." He didn't know much about these things.
"Thank you," Zhao Xiheng whispered.
She had a smooth life from childhood and rarely said thank you to people.
I am truly grateful to Wei Li for giving her so much money to treat my mother's illness.
"What are you thanking me for?" Wei Li pretended to be angry. He had excellent night vision and reached out to brush her bangs aside. "If I marry you, you'll be my wife."
"Oh." It was quite straightforward and explicit, making both the speaker and the listener blush.
"What are you going to eat tomorrow?" Wei Li asked her after a while.
"Hmm..." Zhao Xiheng's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't say anything. She just mumbled a response to him, because she was too sleepy.
Wei Li bit her lower lip and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
After a while, she seemed to be really asleep, so he quietly leaned over and poked her cheek.
There was no reaction.
He mustered his courage and placed his hand on her waist, bringing the two of them even closer together.
She still didn't react.
Wei Li gently, little by little, kissed her hair, then quickly pulled away, as if afraid of being discovered, looking like a guilty thief.
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