Zheng Xiuxiang leaned over, but was embraced by Kong Dehong.
Thus, the two rolled together, and even after three hours when Meng Xiu Fen returned, they still hadn't stopped.
Hearing the commotion outside, Zheng Xiuxiang hastily pushed away Kong Dehong, who wanted to come again, and then got dressed and off the bed.
Kong Dehong soon fell into a deep sleep. The two women dressed him and tidied up the room, not wanting Kong Dehong to find out.
Zheng Xiuxiang lay on Meng Xiu Fen's kang bed, "Aunt Meng, do you think it will work this time?"
"If not, there's always next month."
In the evening, Kong Dehong woke up, feeling a splitting headache. He sat holding his head for a while, feeling as if he had slept with a woman, but seeing himself dressed neatly, he thought it might have been a dream.
He stayed for porridge in the evening and wobbled home.
"Third Brother, why are you coming home at this time?" In fact, Kong Menglin had just returned home herself.
