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Liu San was a little aggrieved. Why couldn't he touch the wife that he had married into. He then murmured, "A wedding cake was taken by second sister to his room."

Duan Xiaohe almost choked on her own breath in her heart. Liu San seemed honest ahehe could also be a bully, but now that he was here, he could not take it anymore. Tomorrow, she would meet the Lady Zhang and see just how capable that woman was.

She arranged a pillow in the middle of the small kang as a third or eighth string, and the kang was divided into two sides. Liu San, a tall and muscular farmer, stayed on the brick bed for the whole night with a sullen expression on his face.

The entire night, Duan Xiaohe's mind was filled with those scenes. As long as Liu San gently turned her body, she could immediately jump.

Even Liu San did not sleep well when she was tormenting himself. He rolled over and almost fell off the kang.

Looking at his heartless little wife, Liu San was furious beyond belief. He was determined to shake her. If he didn't let them touch him now, he would just wait for them to fall asleep before doing anything else. No matter how weak or untouchable his body was, he would have to wait until it was better.

Liu San, who had been muddled for more than twenty years, was now a remnant of a peddler in the village. Now that he had finally gotten himself a wife, was there anything he could do?

How could this be!

When dawn arrived, Duan Xiaohe finally couldn't hold back and fell into a deep sleep. Liu San took away the pillow in the middle, and gently crawled to the side of his wife.

Although my wife is a bit thinner, she is very good-looking. Especially those big, watery eyes, they were so lively that they made people happy.

Erniu at the east end of the village said his wife was tall. Liu San looked at his wife.

At the west end of the village, Dadong said his wife had a good figure. Liu San looked at his own wife, but didn't do so either.

The Liu Wang next door would always say that his wife was pale white. Liu San looked at his wife. Was it wrong for Duan Xiaohe to be like this?

The Liu San comforted himself. Since his wife was still young, he might be able to do the same when he grew up a little. When that time came, based on Duan Xiaohe's appearance, he would win.

Thinking about it this way, the Liu San became restless again. The red wedding dress that Duan Xiaohe was wearing was extremely beautiful. Liu San looked at the sleeping Duan Xiaohe and unconsciously stroked her forehead.

A slightly hot feeling suddenly came over him. Liu San's heart immediately jumped as if ten thousand little deer were bumping around.

Duan Xiaohe slept soundly, completely unaware that Liu San was daydreaming, and only felt that something in her dreams was disturbing her sweet dream.

Therefore, Duan Xiaohe subconsciously slapped away the hand that was on her forehead that was disorderly, and turned over with an elbow. With a stuffy groan, she felt that her body was instantly hugged by someone, with that kind of strength, it was simply as big as an ox.

She waved him away. Liu San didn't hear her words and continued to hug her tightly, like holding a child.

Liu San could not help but lower his head as if he was looking at a devil, as if he was an angel.

Looking at his wife below him, Liu San was in a bad mood. He let go of her hands and hugged her closer, then lowered his head to the side of her sexy neck.

Duan Xiaohe suddenly woke up, and felt something on her face. Her entire body became stiff, and she subconsciously took a fierce bite.

The man beside him groaned. His body turned cold as he whispered: "Wife, what's wrong?"