In her previous life, Su Yao was a squeamish person who was disliked by everyone. She was flattered by her stepmother and died tragically on the street.
Reborn in 1983, she was still the "porcelain doll" who couldn't lift it with her hands or carry it on her shoulders. She was about to be sold to a fool in exchange for a bride price.
Su Yao gritted her teeth, turned around and got into the bed of Qin Lie, the toughest man in the village next door who was said to have just come out of the police station.
Everyone was waiting to see the joke: "Qin Lie's physique, why can't he break this delicate little educated youth?"
Who would have known that his style of painting would change after marriage.
The fierce god who could stop a child from crying at night actually had to rub her waist every night just so she could wash her hands and make soup.
"Brother Qin, my back hurts." Su Yao's eyes were red and her voice was soft.
Qin Lie's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were dark, he pinched her slender waist and said hoarsely: "Be good, be patient, I will give you my life."
The whole village was dumbfounded: Where is the promised torture? How can this pamper people to the heavens! And how come these days become more prosperous and become a household worth ten thousand yuan?
