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Thinking back, it was that day when Zhou Min came and playfully said he wanted to fly away, which made him laugh so much.
Yu Chunmiao nestled into his arms, acting coy. "I told you I wouldn’t fly away. Can you stop worrying so much?"
Qi Chong softly hummed in response, his large hand gently stroking her back while his chin rubbed against the top of her head.
Yu Chunmiao lifted her face, closed her eyes, and pouted for a kiss. As she felt the man’s kisses growing more passionate, she relaxed.
Qi Chong's legs were no longer afraid of slight pressure; he turned and leaned over her, his tongue delicately tracing the contours of her youthful form.
Her soft arms wrapped around his neck, while one delicate foot wandered restlessly over his leg. His hands traveled down from her waist to her thigh. That leg, softened and pliable from their deep kisses, was now secured against his waist.
Qi Chong's kisses were tender and affectionate, making her feel as if she were floating on clouds. The warmth escaping her nostrils was not just breath but also uncontrollable soft moans.
Feeling the change in him between her legs made her body shiver slightly before he reluctantly pulled away.
Yu Chunmiao thought to herself how she wished it could continue; when would this annoying period finally come to an end?
Their foreheads touched as they both adjusted their breathing. Two little flames flickered, afraid they wouldn’t illuminate the enchanting room.
"Qi Chong, I don’t want to be too strong. I want you to care for me like a real man. Don’t be so anxious or hesitant."
Problems should be solved—whether riding a horse, living life, or in love.
Qi Chong gently pecked her cheek and managed to whisper a "good" before burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Tickling was truly Yu Chunmiao’s uncontrollable remedy; the warmth from his breath made her squirm with laughter. All thoughts of springtime affection and lingering feelings vanished completely.
She pushed him away, took a breath on her fingers, and then began to tickle him back.
Qi Chong feigned surrender, grabbing both of her hands while pretending to tickle her. However, even this pretense was enough to make Yu Chunmiao feel ticklish.
The two exchanged playful banter, often unable to contain their laughter.
Next door, Qi Rong slept soundly as if he were ten pigs combined; Qi Yuan quietly stuffed his ears with cotton and struggled to fall asleep.
However, he didn't blame them at all; he thought that this was how a family should be. After they had their fun, the two of them embraced and fell asleep. The earthen house was truly wonderful—warm in winter and cool in summer! Yu Chunmiao sighed, realizing that despite their playful antics, they hadn't broken a sweat, yet by midnight, they still needed to cover themselves with a blanket.
The next morning, after having breakfast, the two set off for the town. They first bought three cooking pots and a lock. The lock was for the kitchen; it was something Yu Chunmiao had thought of ever since Zhou Min had barged in on him.
Qi Chong looked at Yu Chunmiao carrying a large bag of cotton, puzzled. "Why are you buying cotton in the middle of summer?"
Yu Chunmiao's face turned slightly red; how could he explain this to him? "Don't ask; I have my reasons."
His wife said not to ask, so he decided not to pry. After all, there were many secrets with her. As long as she didn't fly away, whatever she said was fine by him.
They arrived at the outskirts of Brick Factory Town. The owner was a dark-skinned middle-aged man with a beard but gentle eyes. He approached them with a welcoming smile. "Good day! What kind of bricks do you need? We have red bricks, yellow bricks, and blue bricks."
Qi Chong nodded and replied, "Bricks for building a stove—a triangular stove."
The owner assessed the cooking pots on the ox cart and calculated in his mind before saying, "For building a stove with red bricks and a chimney, considering the size of your pots, three hundred should be enough."
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