Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the shapely and beautiful Bai Jiao was barefoot, changing clothes, and Shen Qiang, already awake, lay in bed quietly watching her with eyes full of subtle shyness.
"You have a great figure," Shen Qiang said with a smile.
Bai Jiao, with a charming and proud arch of her eyebrow, chuckled, "Don't think that just because you're flattering me now, I'll laze around with you in bed. Get up quickly. Your dad said it's the first day of the new year today, and the villagers come early to pay New Year's visits. It'd be embarrassing to be caught still in bed."
Shen Qiang looked at the fair-skinned and beautiful Bai Jiao with a smile, but sighed in his heart.
In fact, what Shen Qiang's dad said was true. The villagers indeed had the tradition of visiting on the first day, but in the whole village, when it came to being lively, the Shen Family was always at the bottom, and was the quietest.
