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

Xiao Jingye gave Li Jun a hot bath, and Zeng Yumei found him a set of pajamas to wear.

Qingyan applied a layer of face cream to his face and hands. Inside the main room, the two little ones squatted on the floor, playing around the puppy Fubao.

"Fu Bao..." Duo Duo pointed to the fluffy puppy on the ground.

Fu Bao has grown quite a bit; he's chubby and has a very endearing appearance.

"His name is Fu Bao?" Li Jun asked softly.

"Mm." Duoduo nodded.

"Your name is Duoduo?"

The girl nodded again, her bright, dark eyes, like grapes, gazing at him quietly.

Li Jun noticed that Duoduo seemed different from the other children.

He pointed to the puppy, then looked at the little girl beside him, and softly praised, "You're just as cute as Fu Bao."

Seemingly understanding that the other person was praising her, Duoduo smiled and her eyes crinkled.

Duoduo had no friends, and Li Jun was the first friend who was willing to talk to her and play with her.

In the bedroom, Qingyan and Xiao Jingye were discussing how to sleep that night.

Li Jun is just a child, and Qingyan planned to sleep with him at night, but Xiao Jingye disagreed.

"He's already seven or eight years old. Boys and girls should be different. You can't sleep with him."

Qingyan said with slight anger, "He's just a child."

"Not even children. What if someone spreads rumors that you're sleeping with a man?"

"You—" Qingyan was at a loss, after all, this was someone else's home, so she could only whisper to him, "Then how about letting him sleep with you?"

"No. My kang (heated brick bed) is too small; he could be crushed to death if he just turns over at night." Xiao Jingye reluctantly conceded. "Let him sleep in my room alone."

"So where will you sleep?"

Xiao Jingye lifted his eyelids slightly: "I'll sleep in a pigsty!"

"Huh?" Qingyan was taken aback.

Although the pigsty has a rain shelter that can barely keep out the winter wind and snow, the cold wind is biting at night, and it's so cold to sleep in the pigsty in the freezing weather.

Besides, the pigsty is full of pig feed and pig manure, the environment is so dirty.

Xiao Jingye stared at her conflicted expression for a long while before she slowly said:

"Then...then remember to cover yourself with several blankets."

Xiao Jingye scoffed inwardly, almost letting out a cold shout of anger.

He just said it casually, and she actually planned to make him sleep in a pigsty? Does this woman have any conscience at all?

She helps her students bathe, works like a slave all day, and her kang (heated brick bed) is so big, can't she invite him to sleep here for one night?

Xiao Jingye remained calm and pretended to walk towards Zeng Yumei's room: "I'll ask my mother to prepare ten quilts for me, so I don't catch a fever tonight."

Just as he was about to step out of the door, a pair of cool, soft hands gently pulled his arm.

"Why don't you sleep on my kang tonight?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Jingye immediately replied, "Okay."

Qingyan made up Xiao Jingye's kang (heated brick bed), and after Li Jun and Duoduo played for a while, she called the children over to sleep.

"Get some sleep, your mom will come to pick you up tomorrow," Qingyan said softly, stroking Li Jun's face.

Xiao Jingye added some firewood to the stove, making the whole bed warm. Li Jun lay comfortably inside, stretching out his limbs with ease.

"Yes, thank you, Teacher Qiao," he replied softly.

Qiao Qingyan and Xiao Jingye left the house and turned off the lights as they did so.

The sound of Xiao Jingye washing up came from the courtyard. Qingyan sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and quickly took off her coat.

She usually takes off her underwear before sleeping, but tonight Xiao Jingye is sleeping here too, so she can't take it off.

Finally, Qingyan, wearing pajamas and a tightly fitting bra, lay down in bed.

I'm not feeling well, I'll just make do for one night.

After Xiao Jingye finished washing up and bolted the door to the main room, he returned to the bedroom and saw that the girl had already laid out the bedding on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The two quilts were separated by a vast distance, with a narrow folded quilt serving as a dividing line in the middle.

The Chu River and the Han border are clearly separated.

He gave a faint scoff.

Qingyan, with half her face buried in the blankets, peeked out and asked cautiously, "Do you snore at night?"

"I won't hit you." Xiao Jingye began to take off his clothes. Qingyan's gaze swept over him and she accidentally saw his exposed, firm abs. She was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.

"You don't snore, do you?" Xiao Jingye asked jokingly.

Qingyan opened her eyes again, glaring angrily at the other person. Seeing the man reach out to unbuckle his belt, she quickly closed her eyes again.

A muffled voice came from the edge of the blanket: "I won't hit you. I sleep very soundly, and I hope you do too."

Xiao Jingye understood the subtle hints he was getting at.

He didn't say anything, took off his pants, lifted the quilt, and lay down on the kang (heated brick bed).

After Xiao Jingye lay down, Qingyan turned her back to him, leaving only the back of her head in front of him.

The lights in the room went out, and the surroundings fell into quiet darkness.

At first, Qingyan clutched the corner of the blanket, unable to fall asleep. There was an improper man lying next to her, and she was really afraid that he would do something lewd if she closed her eyes.

But so many things happened today, and the kang (heated brick bed) was so warm and comfortable that Qingyan soon closed her eyes and her breathing became calm and long.

Moonlight streamed softly through the window, casting a hazy glow. Xiao Jingye lay on his side, his arm as a pillow, his gaze fixed intently on his wife beside him.

Qingyan's soft, black hair fell onto the pillow, her small ears gently pressed against her cheeks, even her back view was so captivating.

I want to bite.

Even its ears look so unusual.

Unable to sleep, he listened quietly to the even breathing beside him, his heart pounding faster and faster.

He moved slightly closer to her, reached out his arm, and twirled a strand of her black hair around his fingertip.

Soft strands of hair entwined around his knuckles, smooth, soft, and fragrant.

While playing with the other person's hair, he suddenly sensed that the other person seemed to be moving. Xiao Jingye quickly withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

In fact, Qingyan was not awake; she just subconsciously turned over and faced him.

She seemed a little hot, and her fair, rounded arms stretched out from under the covers, with one leg casually resting on the blankets, sleeping without any guard.

After a while, her breathing became heavier.

Xiao Jingye opened his eyes in the darkness and saw a fair and flawless face.

Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow in the soft moonlight, her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were luscious, exuding a touch of coquettishness and sweetness.

A moment later, Xiao Jingye suddenly heard a very soft snore.

He was stunned for a moment.

Immediately following was a long pause with a deep breath, followed by a soft, gurgling sound like a pig snoring.

Xiao Jingye was astonished for a long time before he couldn't help but chuckle, a deep smile spreading across his handsome face.

I had no idea his wife snored.

The soft snoring echoed in the quiet room, becoming more and more endearing the more you looked at it.

Xiao Jingye gently moved in front of her, looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his deep eyes were filled with the girl in front of him.

He raised his hand, his calloused fingertips gently pressing against her lips.

He held his breath, lowered his head, and gently pressed his lips to hers. A light kiss, devoid of any lust.

He then kicked away the blanket that was separating the two of them and carefully scooped her into his own bed.

At this moment, Qingyan suddenly let out a soft moan.