"Captain Lu, what about the celibacy you promised? If you keep going too hard, the adobe kang in the courtyard will collapse!" Su Jiaojiao rubbed her sore waist and stared at the tall, rough man with taut muscles in front of her with red eyes.
Lu Qingye's Adam's apple rolled violently, his deep eyes were dark and drawn, and his big rough hands tightly wrapped his delicate little wife in his arms. He pressed it against his ear and coaxed hoarsely: "Good boy, the political commissar said in a meeting yesterday that we should take the lead in responding to the country's call for more children and better education. This second child... Should be arranged tonight."
