Dressed as the cannon-fodder man's wife who couldn't survive more than three chapters in a local novel from the 1990s, I decided to hug my cheap husband's thigh tightly.
This tough guy who had returned from the army had just sold his house in the county and returned to the village to raise pigs. He looked at me like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
I wrapped myself tightly in my large cotton-padded jacket and shivered: "Master... Would you like a bowl of pimple soup?"
[System prompt: You have turned on reverse mind reading, and the other party is roaring in his heart——]
[Why is this little thing more attractive than the milk cat that just came back from Aunt Wang's house next door? Can you cry if you pinch your face? Let's start by heating up the kang tonight.
I:? ? ?
Later, the whole village knew that the ruthless man from the He family who was a pig butcher married a pretty girl and bullied her every day until her eyes were red.
Until the nouveau riche who opened a dance hall in the town came to the village to play music and publicly called my husband and wife a disgrace.
He Feng slowly picked up the butcher's knife: "Can you tell me again?"
I huddled behind him and whispered, "He said your bike doesn't have a back seat..."
[Reverse mind reading: He is looking for an excuse to beat someone up. This idiot dared to glance at his wife last time. If he keeps getting two ribs today, I will lose.
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