Xiaoxiao’s face was so red that she couldn’t bear to continue eating. She quickly returned to her room, slamd the door shut, climbed onto the kang bed, and covered herself with the quilt.
As soon as Yang Ming entered the room, he saw his wife all wrapped up tightly on the kang bed, obviously feeling shy.
He climbed onto the kang as well and tried to pull down the quilt, but his wife was holding onto it for dear life, refusing to stick her little head out.
"Wife," Yang Ming called gently.
A reproachful yet coquettish voice ca from under the quilt, "It’s all your fault, all your fault."
"Yeah, my fault, my fault. Co on out, don’t suffocate yourself," Yang Ming said as he continued to tug at the quilt.
Xiaoxiao clung to the quilt tightly, "I won’t co out, I won’t co out."
"If you don’t co out and you fart again, you could suffocate yourself," Yang Ming teased, jesting with his wife who was still under the quilt.
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao imdiately popped out from under the quilt and sat up, outraged that her husband dared to tease her about farting, "Oh, so you dare to laugh at ."
While speaking, Xiaoxiao leaned toward Yang Ming’s chest. Yang Ming held back his wife’s hand, saying, "I wasn’t laughing at you. Even if my wife farts, they are fragrant farts."
"..." Although his words seed to be cajoling, they sounded rather awkward. What was this about farts? He was supposed to be a cultured person. Xiaoxiao stopped her motion and stated solemnly, "That wasn’t a fart; that was a sigh from my buttocks."
At that, Yang Ming couldn’t hold back his laughter. He was bent over laughing uncontrollably; his wife was just too amusing. This was the first ti he had heard that a fart was a sigh from the buttocks.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing her husband’s laughter, Xiaoxiao draped the quilt over herself and suddenly pounced on him, tipping him over onto the kang. They both vanished under the quilt, and their vision went dark.
"You like it, don’t you? Sll, sll, have a good sll."
Yang Ming imdiately stopped laughing and instead showed a mischievous smile, flipping over her, "Do it again, and I’ll block you."
His large hand reached out as he spoke.
"Ah." Realizing her husband’s intent, Xiaoxiao scread, "I didn’t fart, I didn’t! I was just teasing you."
Yang Ming’s smile deepened; he enjoyed seeing his wife teased like this, "Then give a kiss, and I’ll let you go."
Xiaoxiao imdiately wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and planted a smacking kiss on his lips, "Done."
Yang Ming felt it wasn’t enough, so he planted a direct kiss on his wife’s lips.
"Mmm!"
A mont later, Yang Ming got up. If things continued this way, he was going to make a mistake. His wife still hadn’t fully recovered; he had to hold back a little longer.
"You haven’t eaten enough, right? I’ll go get so more food for you."
"Mm."
Yang Ming left the room, and Xiaoxiao lay there alone, her cheeks reddening. She felt utterly embarrassed; a child had pointed out that affair in public.
Last night, she and Yang Ming had been so passionate that they forgot the house had poor sound insulation. Did that an her sister-in-law heard everything all night?
The more she thought about it, the hotter her face felt. She patted her cheeks and said to herself, "Zhong Xiaoxiao, you’ve had it today."
She sighed. It looked like moving was imperative. Now that they could afford it and considering the house was too worn out, it was indeed ti for a change.
She resolved to build a big house and then stay far away from all who could hear the slightest sound from her room.
When Yang Ming brought the food into the room, she spoke up, "Husband, let’s move to a different house."
"..."
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