Shujun let out a lively laugh.
Dong Huiying looked at him helplessly and thought: Oh well, who can blame him for being good-looking? Who can keep him from being happy? Just let him be!
***
The season had already entered autumn.
Compared to summer, the sky darkened faster in the fall.
Shujun took off his red thin shirt and removed his shoes and socks, only wearing a set of white underwear.
After climbing onto the small bed, he lay on his side with seductive, silky eyes. Propping his head with one hand, he looked at his wife with a flirtatious allure.
His young wife had just finished bathing, and her hair was still wet. She walked towards Shujun while drying her hair.
When she reached the bedside, the two of them gazed at each other intently for a while.
Then, with a long reach of his arm, Shujun pulled her into a full embrace. With a slight movement, he pressed her beneath the quilts.
"You, how old are you even? Always frowning like old ladies do; you'll turn into one soon."
