"Husband, are you busy?"
"..." Such words made Xiaoxiao feel like her whole body had been electrocuted; she instantly stiffened, daring not to move an inch. What could she do? It was broad daylight—what if someone came?
Yang Ming didn’t wait for his wife to react and directly captured her lips; he was simply too greedy for the kiss she had just given him.
This time, Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened in surprise. Her cheap husband’s kissing skills had improved so quickly; the man who was clumsy just moments ago was now leading her, making her feel relaxed and completely nestled in his arms.
After conquering his wife’s lips, Yang Ming felt it wasn’t enough, so he moved on to her ears, along her face, gently and slowly trailing downwards. Such kisses made Xiaoxiao tremble slightly, her body feeling unbearably hot as she muttered, "Husband, don’t."
"Third sister-in-law!"
This shout of "Third sister-in-law" snapped them both back to reality; they quickly separated and hurried to straighten their clothes that had been mussed in the kissing.
Xiaoxiao felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest. With a flushed face and in a flurry, she said, "Come in."
At the moment, Yang Ming was inwardly roaring. Why did his younger brother have to come now, neither earlier nor later?
Hearing the voice of his third sister-in-law, Yang Dong walked directly into the room and saw the two people with strange expressions standing on the ground. However, he didn’t think too much of it. "Third sister-in-law, what do you need me for?"
Hearing this, Yang Ming turned to look at his wife, his glance making Xiaoxiao’s skin crawl as if to say, it was you who called my younger brother to ruin the moment.
"..." Xiaoxiao felt helpless. It was you who insisted on doing bad things in broad daylight, now it’s my fault?
She turned to Yang Dong, "I was wondering if the field has been plowed yet?"
"I wanted to ask you guys to go to the new patch of low-lying land we bought, find a spot, dig a big hole, and bury those pickles."
"Alright, we’ll go do that now."
"Mmm, I’ll bring lunch to you at noon."
"Okay." Yang Dong said and then headed out.
Yang Ming no longer felt the burning desire he had just before; instead, he seemed somewhat distant, "Wife, couldn’t you have asked me to do that?"
Seeing the look on her cheap husband’s face, she knew he was probably resentful that she asked Yang Dong instead of him. He really was a petty man who got jealous easily. She pouted, "I wanted you to rest and recover."
"My body is already better," Yang Ming said, feeling helpless. Was his health really that poor?
"Hmph, do you think you’re a fairy? You were nearly dying, and now you act as if nothing happened?"
Just as Yang Ming wanted to retort, his wife leaned in and whispered softly, "Only when you’re fully recovered can you do that with me."
After finishing, she blushed and ran off like a wisp of smoke.