Xiaoxiao's face was so red that she couldn't bear to continue eating. She quickly returned to her room, slammed the door shut, climbed onto the kang bed, and covered herself with the quilt.
As soon as Yang Ming entered the room, he saw his wife all wrapped up tightly on the kang bed, obviously feeling shy.
He climbed onto the kang as well and tried to pull down the quilt, but his wife was holding onto it for dear life, refusing to stick her little head out.
"Wife," Yang Ming called gently.
A reproachful yet coquettish voice came from under the quilt, "It's all your fault, all your fault."
"Yeah, my fault, my fault. Come on out, don't suffocate yourself," Yang Ming said as he continued to tug at the quilt.
Xiaoxiao clung to the quilt tightly, "I won't come out, I won't come out."
"If you don't come out and you fart again, you could suffocate yourself," Yang Ming teased, jesting with his wife who was still under the quilt.
