As soon as Tian Xiaoyang arrived in the south, a burly, rugged man took her home.
Faced with his thick hair, unruly mop, and towering 1.9-meter frame, the petite bride timidly shrank into a corner.
“Brother Zhisheng, I'm still growing. Could we sleep in separate beds?”
Wu Zhisheng spent a week sleeping at the cattle farm. After Tian Xiaoyang was reborn, she spent that same week sleeping in her own big city apartment.
Then came rain, thunder, lightning, and wind outside, and he got a day off from the cattle farm. Faced with the rugged man's burning gaze, Tian Xiaoyang held her forehead and wondered how she could dodge him this time.
But the moment she looked up, the rugged man had her pinned against the wall.
“Wife, now can we warm up the bed together?”
Tian Xiaoyang swiftly lashed out with her little foot. Wu Zhisheng yelped, covered his family jewels, and leaped away.
“Touch me again and I'll kick you again!”
Looking at his petite bride's shining eyes and flushed face, Wu Zhisheng was stunned.
“Little wife, you shouldn't learn bad habits. Now you're pulling dirty tricks just like those old women.”
The next second, the rugged man dropped to his knees with a thud and hugged her legs. “To die at your feet would be a pleasure, even as a ghost! Wife, let's warm up the bed!”
Is this the 1970s?