but……
If Wang Tianxiao actually does it, she will probably be very disappointed again.
After all, the man in her heart was a man of good character and a sense of responsibility. If he were to have an affair with another woman behind his wife's back, she would be disappointed, even if it were her.
"Hehe," Wang Tianxiao was much more sober and quickly realized what had just happened. He laughed and said, "Thank you for the handkerchief. I had a few drinks with Lao Cui, and I'm afraid it was a bit too strong. I couldn't hold it in, so please excuse me."
“It’s alright,” Dai Yuanyuan smiled gently. “My dad has seen you like this countless times, I’m used to it.”
Dai Yuanyuan, being a city girl, calls her father "Dad," a completely different way from the "Dad" used in the mountains.
Wang Tianxiao felt that calling someone "dad" was much better than "ba," as it sounded much more affectionate.
"Hmm, you're wearing so little, you'll catch a cold. Hurry up and go inside."
In Wang Tianxiao's eyes, Dai Yuanyuan was just a little girl, and he seemed to see the shadow of Wang Fang when she grew up in her.
Therefore, his concern is simply the care that an elder has for a younger generation.
There was no ambiguity whatsoever.
But Dai Yuanyuan still found it very pleasing. With her hands behind her back, she asked, "You can't get into the room?"
"That's right, we lost our keys."
"Oh no, what should we do?"
"I'll go find Old Cui and squeeze in with him."
“Brother Cui’s kang is too narrow, how can two people sleep in it?” Dai Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, “How about this, you sleep in my room.”
"ah?"
Wang Tianxiao looked at her, puzzled.
"Pfft!"
Seeing Wang Tianxiao's surprised expression, Dai Yuanyuan laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to sleep at my dad's place later. What are you thinking?"
"oh!"
Wang Tianxiao breathed a sigh of relief. This child never finishes his sentence at once.
"No need, we can squeeze in, it's fine."
"Oh, why are you being so polite? It's alright. My dad has several rooms," Dai Yuanyuan said, stepping forward, pulling Wang Tianxiao's arm, and leading him to her room. "Just relax and stay here."
"No, no."
Wang Tianxiao hurriedly refused, but he was still a little drunk and his legs were very weak. He watched as Dai Yuanyuan pushed him into her room.
Just as he was about to be pushed inside, he hurriedly hooked his foot on the door frame to steady himself at the last moment.
"Really, I don't want to. It's not right. How can I stay in a girl's room?"
Wang Tianxiao stepped aside, clearing Dai Yuanyuan's hand, and then took a few steps back.
"Go to sleep now, I'm leaving."
Before Dai Yuanyuan could say anything more, Wang Tianxiao staggered and quickly left the guesthouse.
On the way back, he smiled slightly as he recalled Dai Yuanyuan's rosy and shy face.
I thought to myself, everyone says that men love young girls until they die, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it.
Aside from his wife, Li Yali, he had no feelings for other women, whether they were young or mature, they were no different from any other man.
If we had to find something different about him, it would be that he knew to stay away from other women.
Wang Tianxiao is just an ordinary person, made of flesh and blood. If he doesn't know how to restrain himself and keep his distance, he might inevitably make a mistake at some point.
The consequences would be unimaginable.
Perhaps many men secretly desire to be surrounded by beautiful women, but they can't interfere with others' desires.
He just needs to take care of himself.
Back in Cui Wanshan's room, he pushed open the door and smelled a nauseating stench of alcohol; it seemed Cui Wanshan had also vomited.
However, he won't have any beautiful women gently patting his back, nor will he receive a fragrant handkerchief, so he shouldn't make a mess of the floor.
Having no other choice, Wang Tianxiao lit a lamp in the dark, cleaned up the filth on the ground, and then helped Cui Wanshan change his coat.
It's really pitiful to be a single old bachelor.
Imagine if he drank too much, Li Yali would wash his feet, change his clothes, and even make him a hangover soup when he got home.
If he gets very drunk, she will put his head on her lap and gently massage his temples.
Oh.
Whenever he thought of Li Yali, he couldn't help but smile.
He thanked God countless times for giving such an ordinary man like him such a wonderful wife.
Even after cleaning the floor, the room still smelled strongly.
It's impossible to stay there; I feel nauseous after just a short while.
He wasn't completely sober, and he was most afraid of the smell of alcohol.
After a while, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I wrapped my clothes tighter, went outside, and sat on the ridge, looking at the mountains at night.
It was a cloudy day, and the vast mountains were pitch black, with the occasional cries of wild animals and night birds.
Looking at the mountains where he had worked for nearly thirty years, he felt as if he had returned to a past life.
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