A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

The next day.

It was a rare good day; the sun came out early in the morning.

Everything was white, shimmering with tiny sparkles in the warm winter sun.

Qingyan, who was half asleep, felt as if she were leaning against a scorching stove and was about to melt.

Along with this came uncomfortable sensations.

"Awake?" Xiao Jingye asked hoarsely.

She opened her eyes, annoyed: "Are you... are you ever going to stop?"

I've only slept for a few hours and haven't recovered yet.

Why is this man going on and on without ever stopping?

Xiao Jingye remained silent, his handsome face showing a mixture of restraint and pleasure.

Chickens and ducks clucked in the yard, and at the same time, Zeng Yumei's voice rang out: "Jingye, it's time to get up. We're going to your uncle's house today."

Qingyan flinched in fright when she heard her mother-in-law's voice.

Duoduo pounded on the bedroom door: "Brother, get up! We're going to Uncle's house!"

Qingyan hurriedly broke free from his restraints and crawled forward.

"Don't move." Someone bit her snow-white shoulder tightly, pressing her firmly into their arms.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his spray on her skin was frighteningly hot.

After a moment, Xiao Jingye let out a muffled groan and rested his chin heavily on Xuebai's shoulder.

The two looked like they had just run three kilometers; their sweaty cheeks rubbed together, their breaths ragged and intertwined, the air thick with the sticky smell of sweat.

He pressed his lips to her pink cheek: "What should I do, my wife? I really want to die on top of you."

These words came from the bottom of his heart, lingering and low-pitched.

Soon, Qingyan felt like a thermos quietly squatting on the floor of the main room, holding hot tea.

She realized what was happening, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Xiao Jingye, how dare you..."

Duoduo was still knocking on the door when Zeng Yumei came over and pulled her away.

Qingyan cried even harder. This bastard man, how dare he!!!

-

She was sulking while eating breakfast, and put down the bowl after only a few sips of porridge.

He peeled the egg and handed it to her, but she wouldn't eat it.

Duoduo clutched a large steamed bun in her palm and asked Qingyan with a silly, cute look, "Sister-in-law, did brother hit you last night?"

Qingyan had just poured a glass of warm water when she paused slightly, "Wh-what?"

"I heard you, your brother made you cry. Sister-in-law, is it because you were disobedient that your brother hit you?"

Qingyan was drinking water with her head tilted back when she heard this, and immediately choked several times, her face turning bright red.

Zeng Yumei quickly stuffed an egg yolk into Duoduo's mouth: "Don't talk so much, hurry up and eat. We're going to your uncle's house today."

Duoduo frowned. She used to be quiet, and her mother always encouraged her to talk more. Now that she loves to talk, why is her mother telling her not to speak anymore?

The adult world is so hard to understand.

Xiao Jingye patted Qingyan's back to help her catch her breath, earning him a glare in return.

He was very satisfied with his meal and in a great mood; his lips were upturned all morning.

After the meal, Zeng Yumei packed the gifts she would bring to visit relatives. Since the weather had been cold recently, her legs were not very comfortable from standing for long periods of time, so Qingyan took the initiative to wash the dishes.

In the kitchen, water was boiling on the stove. Qingyan stood by the stove, her back aching, lost in thought.

At this moment, Xiao Jingye carried in two buckets of water and poured them into the water vat, making a loud "splashing" sound.

The water in the pot should be almost boiled. Qingyan stuck a finger in to test the temperature, but was burned and pulled it back.

This temperature feels strangely familiar.

The scene of early morning suddenly flashed into my mind.

Her heart pounded, and her ears, hidden beneath her hair, blushed shamefully.

"What are you spacing out for?" Xiao Jingye, having finished pouring the water, walked over and hugged her from behind.

"Stay away from me," she said.

"How can you turn your back on me like this?" He chuckled, finding the person in his arms increasingly adorable, with an indescribable charm about their face.

Qingyan's face flushed, and she said awkwardly, "I don't know you."

Xiao Jingye knew she was angry, so he turned her face to him and kissed her:

"You teased me last night, and I teased you this morning, so we're even."

Can they be the same?

She was unable to control her emotions, while he did it on purpose.

Qingyan's ears turned bright red as she recalled that scene, and she scoffed, "I'm not like you, treating people like teapots."

Enough, then he added, "Shameless."

"Then why did you react so strongly back then?" Xiao Jingye raised an eyebrow. "I saw you were very happy."

Qingyan stomped on his foot hard, and he jumped away, shamelessly saying:

"Okay, I'll go tidy up the mattress. Mom can't see it."

As Qingyan gazed at his broad back, her cheeks grew increasingly red, like boiled shrimp.

-

Zeng Yumei's elder brother had always been in poor health, so before they went, they packed some nourishing mountain products to take with them.

This was Qingyan's second visit to her uncle's house with Xiao Jingye since their marriage.

My uncle's name is Zeng Manzhi. He is more than ten years older than Zeng Yumei. He is a farmer who has worked hard all his life. He has a full head of white hair and is as honest and simple as his sister.

The car was parked at the door, and my uncle and aunt greeted us warmly.

Xiao Jingye wore a black overcoat that his wife had chosen for him; he had broad shoulders, a straight back, and an imposing air.

Qingyan stepped out of the car, wearing a beige coat, with gentle features and a sweet demeanor.

The two stood together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, quite eye-catching.

"Uncle, Aunt," Qingyan greeted politely with a nod.

Zeng Manzhi and his wife smiled broadly: "Hey, come in, come in."

A large group of relatives sat in the main room, drinking tea, chatting, and eating melon seeds.

Qingyan held her cup and listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of agreement when called upon.

Duoduo was playing in the snow with some of her uncles' children outside the yard, building a snowman. The group of children chattered like sparrows.

Xiao Jingye was peeling sunflower seeds, but he didn't eat any himself. He peeled out a small handful of seeds and silently put them into Qingyan's hand next to him.

The sunflower seeds smelled delicious, especially when you chewed a handful. Qingyan felt very happy.

After peeling the sunflower seeds, he peeled the peanuts. Seeing her enjoying them, he felt happy too.

The young couple, who had some free time during the Lunar New Year holiday, both felt that such moments were precious.

The two sat very close together, their legs occasionally brushing together, their eyes meeting, their affectionate gazes almost palpable.

"Jingye, when are you planning to have a baby?" Auntie asked.

Xiao Jingye glanced at the girl's beautiful profile beside him and said calmly, "No rush."

To be honest, he really wanted to have a child with Qingyan and wished she would get pregnant right now.

But she said she doesn't want to have children yet.

Xiao Jingye pondered that if she had a child, she would inevitably have to devote a lot of her energy to the child.

They're already making excuses to avoid fulfilling their marital obligations; if a child comes along, wouldn't they have even more reason to shirk them?

After weighing the options, he decided to stop by the township health center on his way home today to pick up some more family planning supplies.

What did this silly little thing go to pick up yesterday?

The small size, just a little bit on, it felt like a rubber band, almost strangled him, it broke before it could even be stretched out.

The adults inside the house were chatting idly.

Hearing Xiao Jingye say there was no rush, his aunt added, "You're not getting any younger, you should hurry up. Your cousin is the same age as you, and he already has two kids."

"My wife is only a minor adult, and I'm still a child myself. Let's wait until she's older."

He grinned mischievously, looked at her delicate pink face, and couldn't resist pinching it in front of everyone.

Qingyan frowned slightly, the blush on her cheeks resembling two pomegranate petals.

She silently pushed his hand away, then quietly pinched his waist.

Xiao Jingye hissed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, tightly gripping her small hand in his large palm, and whispered:

"Try pinching me again, and I'll throw you in the snow, you hear me?"

The couple's little actions made several elders unable to watch any longer, and they all looked away.

Only Zeng Yumei remained calm.

After a while, Qingyan felt uncomfortable sitting in the room, so she got up and decided to go outside for some fresh air and check on Duoduo.

As soon as she went out, Xiao Jingye followed closely behind.

After the two left, several relatives and friends said to Zeng Yumei, "Jinye and his wife have a good relationship."

Zeng Yumei said, "That's right, everyone treats Qingyan like a precious treasure every day."

My aunt laughed and said, "This kid, we've introduced him to several girls before, but he always said they weren't suitable. Turns out he just hasn't met anyone he likes. Look at the way he looks at her, he practically wants to be glued to her all the time."

Zeng Yumei smiled without saying a word; in fact, he had already been very discreet in public.

My uncle's house is right next to a threshing ground, which is spacious and clean in winter.

The earth was covered with a layer of white snow, like a thick wool carpet.

The air was crisp and fresh. Qingyan squatted down, made a small snowball, and listened to the approaching footsteps behind her.

Suddenly, she smiled, turned around abruptly, and threw the snowball forward, which shattered straight into Xiao Jingye's chest.

There were some snowflakes on the black wool coat.

The man wore a pair of black Martin boots, his feet crunching on the snow. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and his handsome face was backlit.

He patted the snowflakes off his chest and gently curled his lips: "Having fun, you little rascal?"

"It's fun!" Qingyan said, tilting her head up.

The girl's fair face was as clean and beautiful as snow, with slightly raised eyebrows, revealing her white teeth and a playful expression.

Only Xiao Jingye knew that beneath the white turtleneck sweater he had specially chosen to wear today lay the traces of their lovemaking the night before.

She crouched down and threw another snowball at him.

"You're tired of living." Xiao Jingye said, and strode towards her aggressively. She immediately jumped away like a little rabbit.

She ran while throwing snowballs at him.

Duoduo, who was focused on building a snowman in the distance, also ran over and joined her sister-in-law's team.

The group played a game of chasing and throwing snowballs on the snow.

Duoduo giggled and ran until she was out of breath.

Xiao Jingye pressed his younger sister down in the snow, grabbed a handful of snowflakes and sprinkled them on Duoduo's face: "You little ingrate, you're always bullying me with your sister-in-law."

Then he turned around, ran forward, and picked Qingyan up from behind.

Qingyan flailed her legs, crying, "Put me down! Put me down!"

The ground was covered in snow, and with her constantly struggling, Xiao Jingye was caught off guard and slipped, causing them both to tumble onto the snow.

The snow was soft and thick; when they fell down, it felt as if they were sinking into a huge bed of snow together.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two of them had some snowflakes on their clothes and hair, creating a sweet atmosphere.

"Xiao Jingye, you're crushing me!" she pushed him.

Xiao Jingye sat up, one hand supporting himself beside her, while his other large, cold hand slipped under the hem of her sweater to scratch her: "Want to play some more? Hmm?"

Qingyan laughed loudly, shaking her head from side to side, desperately trying to dodge: "No, it tickles, it's so cold..."

Her breath had a faint sweet smell, the smell of the orange-flavored fruit candy she had just eaten.

When she begged for mercy, Xiao Jingye saw her pink little tongue inside her mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes turned dark and deep.

I really want to kiss you.

I want to eat her.

I also want to be eaten by her.