What kind of wife did he marry? There's no fun in it at all.
She always has the same face, and her smile isn't even pleasant.
And in bed? Absolutely not?
Don't you even know to call out?
I don't know if she's dissatisfied with him, otherwise why doesn't he call out to me?
He sighed inwardly, somewhat regretting why he had stayed by the river that day.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to marry this woman.
He's supposed to be from the city, but look at the life Huo Laosan lives.
Look at their house.
Nothing has changed. Aren't city people supposed to be very rich?
She's so stingy! Last time he said he wanted to buy meat, she only gave him one yuan!
One dollar is still a lot, even if it's just a dime or two.
Huo Laosan has changed completely after getting married!
The clothes she wore were nice, and the shoes were all new.
What did the third son of the Huo family wear in the past?
Clothes with patches, shoes with rotten toes.
Look at how other people live.
They're both city wives, so why is there such a big difference?
A gust of wind blew in through the window, making the kerosene lamp sway slightly and shine into his eyes.
He said impatiently to Zhang Hongmei, "Stop making it and go to sleep. I'm sleepy. The kerosene lamp is flickering and a waste. I wouldn't dare wear that ugly thing you made."
Zhang Hongmei bit her lip; this Wang Dachuan was her man.
We've been married for so long, and he never speaks to me in a kind and gentle way.
He speaks in a way that's sharp and offensive.
She blew out the kerosene lamp, lay on the bed, and thought about the month leading up to her wedding.
As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes without me even realizing it.
Afraid of disturbing Wang Dachuan's sleep, she turned over and silently wiped away her tears.
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