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

A little while later, I saw him carrying bags of something in and out again.

After all the afternoon classes were over, Qingyan returned to her office.

There was a pile of yellow mud and bricks at the office door. She pushed the door open and stopped in her tracks.

Behind the desk stood a brand-new stove, connected to a hollow fire wall about a meter high.

Xiao Jingye was standing by a window, threading the exhaust pipe through it.

In the dead of winter, he wasn't wearing a coat, just a black sweater, and sweat was beading on his forehead. He used a wire to secure the pipe, and then twisted off the protruding section of wire with his bare hands, displaying astonishing strength.

When Principal Zhou saw Qiao Qingyan enter, he quickly smiled and said with emotion, "Qingyan, it's all thanks to your husband that he specially came over to set up a heater. From now on, everyone won't have to worry about their hands getting cold when grading homework."

"Sigh, it's embarrassing to say, but the school's funds are tight, and you teachers have been suffering for a long time. Now it's all good, the office can finally be warm."

Principal Zhou has always felt guilty towards these teachers. The school is already poor enough, and even the office supplies for the teachers are lacking. Where would they find the money to improve their working environment?

Teacher Qiao's wife volunteered to pay for and work on repairing the stove; she really did a great thing!

Xiao Jingye glanced at Qingyan but didn't say anything, continuing with his work.

After finishing his work and testing the furnace's performance to confirm that there were no problems, Xiao Jingye was finally relieved.

I brought her lunch at noon and heard her colleague complaining that the office was freezing cold because there was no stove. She also said that Qingyan was always hilarious, hunching her shoulders and grading papers with her hands in her pockets.

In fact, Xiao Jingye has thick skin and high body heat, so he doesn't feel the effects of winter very much.

He knew that his wife had delicate skin and couldn't stand the heat or the cold.

She spends so much time at school every day, wouldn't she freeze all day?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingye felt a pang of heartache. So he went to the street and got some materials to help them repair a stove.

The materials weren't expensive, but the work was time-consuming. However, he was efficient and finished quickly.

After finishing these tasks, Xiao Jingye went outside to gather the miscellaneous materials in the yard. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pothole near the door and thought that it might be bad if his wife twisted her ankle.

So they used the remaining bricks and mud to fill in the gaps and level the surface.

During this time, Principal Zhou went out for a while and came back carrying an old kettle: "I brought this from home. You can use this to boil water in the winter."

Qingyan put down her pen, sat in her seat and hesitated for a while before taking the kettle, filling it with water, and placing it on the newly built stove.

The firewood in the stove crackled and popped, and soon the temperature in the office rose, making it warm and cozy.

Qingyan's seat wasn't far from the stove, and she felt warm all over, and her hands and feet were no longer cold.

Teacher Yu remarked from the side, "Teacher Qiao, your husband is really great. This is a contribution to education."

Teacher Zhang chimed in, "I casually mentioned at lunch that Teacher Qiao was practically freezing in the office. I never expected him to set up a stove by the afternoon. I've never seen a man who dotes on his wife so much."

Qingyan listened, pursing her lips without responding.

By the time the water had cooled down, Xiao Jingye had just finished his work.

Qingyan came out carrying a water bottle and saw that he had a nearly burned cigarette between his teeth, his sweater sleeves were rolled up high, his arms and hands were dirty, and there were a few mud spots on his face. He looked a bit disheveled.

Something inside Qingyan's heart melted like water, rippling outwards.

She unconsciously clenched her fists a few times as she held the kettle, bit her lip, and said, "Let me rinse your hands."

"Okay." Xiao Jingye looked up and smiled, walking over with a cigarette dangling from his lips. "My wife is really great."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Qingyan inexplicably recalled the scene of him forcibly kissing her last time, and a thin blush unconsciously rose on her cheeks.

He replied, "Stop being cheeky."

"Also, can you please stop smoking? It smells awful."

Xiao Jingye was stunned for a moment, then immediately obediently threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth: "Okay, wife. I won't smoke anymore."

Qingyan ignored him, raised her hand and tilted the kettle, the warm water flowing slowly down.

The water temperature was just right, and Xiao Jingye felt wonderful as he washed himself.

Qingyan lowered her gaze and saw the muddy water winding down his skin, revealing his strong, muscular arms with bulging veins.

evening.

Fang Zhijie came to the Xiao family to borrow tools, and he and Xiao Jingye chatted at the door.

He took out a cigarette and offered it to Xiao, but Xiao waved it off, saying, "I don't smoke, I've quit."

Fang Zhijie nearly dropped the cigarette he was holding in his mouth: "What do you mean, you've quit smoking?"

Xiao Jingye smiled lazily: "Yeah, my wife thinks the smell of cigarettes is awful, so she won't smoke anymore."

"Damn," Fang Zhijie scoffed, "I didn't realize you were such a henpecked husband!"

The other person's tone was arrogant: "I have a wife to keep me in check, do you?"

Unable to continue the conversation, Fang Zhijie cupped his hands in a gesture of utter resignation.

Before leaving, Xiao Jingye reminded him, "Don't forget to get up early tomorrow and go pick up the goods together."

Fang Zhijie turned around and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I won't forget."

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I drank several courses of traditional Chinese medicine, but it had no effect.

Chen Xiaomeng was so anxious she almost cried.

Why is she so unlucky? She married the wrong person in her past life, and now she's reborn and has chosen the same terrible man!

A few months after getting married, Chen Xiaomeng began to experience intense itching and discomfort all over her body every night.

Especially when I get together with my married girlfriends from the same village, we inevitably talk about that kind of thing.

Everyone's saying how awful their men are, like wolves at night.

Hearing these words, Chen Xiaomeng felt itchy all over.

Later, she heard from the villagers that there was a magical thing that could strengthen a man's kidneys and body, and cure his sexual ailments.

It's just that this stuff is hard to buy; you can only find it on the black market.

Chen Xiaomeng discussed with Jiang Runsheng, asking him to give her the money so she could buy it on the black market.

Jiang Runsheng naturally wanted to get treatment, so he made an excuse to ask his mother for some money to give to Chen Xiaomeng.

The black market is relatively secretive and its location is not fixed.

On even-numbered days, the altar was set up behind the City God Temple in the east of the city, while on odd-numbered days it was set up next to the railway behind the old government building in the south of the city.

Xiao Jingye doesn't completely stop working in winter. He doesn't hunt far away in winter, but only sets snares close to the ground. Occasionally, a few animals will be caught in the snares, and he will sell them to restaurants in nearby towns.

They don't earn much money; it's just a cover-up.

His main income during the winter came entirely from black market transactions.

On weekdays, he and Fang Zhijie would travel to various villages to collect venison, antlers, and deer penises, which they would then sell at high prices on the black market.

The government doesn't manage this aspect strictly. Even if someone is caught, they only confiscate the goods, impose a fine, and give a verbal warning.

The two had also encountered the patrol twice by chance, but managed to escape both times.

Because Xiao Jingye runs very fast, he can carry two sacks of goods by himself and dart through the streets and alleys like a gust of wind, scaling walls and over obstacles. No one is more agile than him.