Thanks to Ye Zi’an calling his parents early, Yang Dachuan and his wife were overjoyed, and on top of that, their son-in-law turned out to be a Cultivated Talent. That night, the third branch of the family was in high spirits, and Yang Dachuan even set off some fireworks he had saved up.
"Xiaxia, shall we go for a walk?"
As Yang Chuxia turned around, she saw Ye Zi’an standing behind her. Then, after sneaking a glance at Ms. Wang and the others to see if anyone was paying attention to them, she whispered, "Young man, on a dark and windy night , asking a girl to go out can’t be a good idea, right?"
"Hehe," the person she called ’young man’ laughed softly and whispered in her ear, "The young man said that he hasn’t seen his wife in over a month, and he misses her very much. He wants to spend some alone time with her."
Hmph, Yang Chuxia’s head exploded. This kid, this kid really knows how to say such things now.
He almost snatched her main offensive position to shreds. She must regain her position.
So, in a sudden brain surge, she took advantage of Ms. Wang and the others’ inattention and pulled Ye Zi’an quietly into the night.
By the small river behind Ye Zi’an’s house, the water flowed gently, accompanied by a crisp, teasing voice. At first glance, the girl was really rascal-like, as she hooked her young suitor’s chin.
"Can’t you call me husband? Or even Brother Zi’an works, but why Xiao’an?" Ye Zi’an grumbled.
"Tsk tsk..." Yang Chuxia changed from hooking his chin to pinching it with both hands, "Little beauty, don’t be too wronged. Calling you husband is too early, and if I were to call that, I must be knocked down first, right?"
As she spoke, she poked Ye Zi’an’s chest, feeling its firmness.
Upon hearing her words, a glint flashed in Ye Zi’an’s eyes, and he exclaimed grandly, "Xiaxia, please knock me down!"
"Cough cough..." Yang Chuxia almost choked on her own saliva.
Damn it, her little Ye Zi’an was really something else, needing to be disciplined every three days.
So, comrade Yang Chuxia bravely acted, sealing her little Ye Zi’an’s mouth with her red lips.
Not only that, her hands didn’t stop either, completely exhibiting a plundering posture. She easily opened Ye Zi’an’s clothing, as they didn’t wear much for April, and as she slid her hands in she couldn’t help but marvel at how smooth and milk-like his skin was.
At this moment, Yang Chuxia had transformed into a lustful woman.
"Where are you touching?" Ye Zi’an caught the hand causing chaos on his body, breathing slightly heavier and his voice raspy.
"Hehe, little Ye Zi’an, huh?" Yang Chuxia laughed slyly.
"You..." Ye Zi’an was taken aback by her words and then huffed angrily, "Little hooligan."
"Tsk tsk, Xiao’an, you’re really no fun." Yang Chuxia hooked his chin again, "Didn’t you just ask to be knocked down? I’m just in the process of knocking you down! If you’re shy, that’s not good."
Although it was dark, she was sure that Brother An’s face must be red now. The blushing from shyness and that from drinking were different, but there was one thing in common— you can’t control it.
Ye Zi’an felt awkward, "Then I don’t want to be knocked down anymore."
"Tsk tsk, that won’t do." Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Have you ever seen someone leave halfway through a meal?"