A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

"Sheng Yuze".

He Zhaoyang called his name when he was drunk, his voice soft and sweet, with a hint of tenderness.

"Um?"

Why aren't you saying anything?

She lifted her face from his shoulder, her warm breath tickling his face.

Sheng Yuze looked at her for a while, his throat bobbing, "Wait until you finish speaking."

He Zhaoyang chuckled, "I'm done."

Sheng Yuze hugged her, gently pressed her head, and kissed her again.

After a long while, the two separated, panting. "Did you like it?"

He Zhaoyang's face flushed red, and she spoke with a slight wheezing, "I...I like it."

Sheng Yuze said in a hoarse voice, "Then this time you'll kiss me first again."

He Zhaoyang kissed her like a chick pecking at rice, but Sheng Yuze, not satisfied, rolled over and pinned her down.

No, not like this.

After saying that, he bent down and kissed her.

When He Zhaoyang was breathless from the kiss, her hand was still clutching the fabric of his shirt.

Sheng Yuze placed one hand on her face and the other hand slipped through her clothes to her waist.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then slid down her nose and stopped at the corner of her mouth.

His movements were slow, and he kept teasing and seducing her.

He Zhaoyang turned over and reached out to unbutton his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned the first button.

"I'll help you."

Sheng Yuze held her hand and slowly helped her finish untying the rest.

As the fabric slid over her shoulder, she felt a cool breeze touch her skin, followed by a warmer sensation.

The sound of cicadas chirping outside the courtyard wall continued incessantly.

Moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the window, swaying slightly with their movements.

She bit his shoulder lightly.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

*

She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but her hands remained on his chest, circling around incessantly.

"Stop fooling around."

Sheng Yuze grasped her mischievous hand. "It's time to sleep."

He Zhaoyang playfully tickled his itch.

"Zhaoyang".

Sheng Yuze swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

He Zhaoyang sensed something was wrong and immediately pretended to be asleep.

Sheng Yuze smiled knowingly, "Pretending to be asleep won't work."

His hand slipped under the covers and slowly caressed her back and waist, as if waiting for her to break down on her own.

He Zhaoyang's eyelashes trembled even more violently. She tried to hold back for a few moments, but finally couldn't help herself.

She dodged his hand, opened her eyes a crack, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"itch."

"Mmm, it itches." Sheng Yuze didn't pull his hand away, continuing to stroke it, his voice tinged with amusement. "Weren't you asleep?"

He Zhaoyang buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"You woke me up because you were so itchy."

Sheng Yuze chuckled, his breath falling from the top of her head.

"Okay, stop fooling around, let's go to sleep."

He Zhaoyang waited a few seconds, and after confirming that he really had no intention of making another move, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

When He Zhaoyang woke up the next day, he felt sore all over.

She glanced at the man beside her; his arm was still draped over her waist, and the two were pressed tightly together.

She thought about what she had done last night, her face flushed, and she buried her face in the blanket.

Her movements woke the sleeping man. He threw back the covers and said in a hoarse voice, "You'll smother yourself."

She tried to move away from his embrace, but he didn't let go.

Instead, she tightened her arms, trapping herself in place.

"I need to get up," she said, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the pillow.

"Mm." His voice came down from above her head. "Get up."

After he finished speaking, he tightened his arms around her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, and his breath swept over the top of her hair.

"Let go, I want to get up."

"Lie down a little longer."

I'm hungry.

"Lie down a little longer, then I'll go make you some food."

He Zhaoyang hummed twice, "Then I'll go wash up."

Sheng Yuze didn't let go, burying his face in her hair. "No."

Feeling the man's body gradually warming up, He Zhaoyang's face flushed red. "I really need to get up."

"it is good."

After Sheng Yuze finished speaking, he gently kissed her fair neck and slowly moved downwards.

The sparrows outside the window chirped incessantly, but the people inside paid no heed, lost in each other's tender breaths.

The blinding sunlight fell on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He Zhaoyang's breathing hadn't completely calmed down yet; she buried her face in his chest and placed her hand on his waist.

She kept her eyes closed and didn't speak.

His fingers ran through the hair at the back of her head.

After He Zhaoyang's breathing calmed down, she spoke.

Her voice was a little hoarse. "I'm hungry."

His voice came down from above her head, tinged with laughter.

"I'll go cook for you."

She hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

Sheng Yuze remained motionless. He Zhaoyang turned over, pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders, and turned his back to him.

"Move quickly!"

Sheng Yuze chuckled, kissed her hair, got up, put on his clothes, and went out of the house.

After a while, she heard the kitchen door open.

Sheng Yuze sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a bowl and turning to look at her.

"Get up."

He didn't reach out to pull back her blanket; he just sat there, his voice softer than before.

"I specially made brown sugar millet porridge."

He Zhaoyang stood up and glared at him, while Sheng Yuze slowly fed her the drink.

When she had almost finished drinking, Sheng Yuze spoke up, "Zhaoyang, when are we going back to the unit?"

He Zhaoyang: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Sheng Yuze chuckled, "I'm afraid this place isn't soundproof."

He Zhaoyang bit him. "Shut up."

Sheng Yuze glanced down at the faint teeth marks around his wrist, the smile on his lips still lingering. "Then I'll go wash the dishes first."

In the afternoon, He Zhaoyang was sewing a little jacket for Nuannuan in the house, and Sheng Yuze insisted on sticking to He Zhaoyang.

He Zhaoyang impatiently pushed him away.

Just then, the gate to the courtyard rang.

Qin Meng opened the door and started calling for He Zhaoyang.

"Zhaoyang, Yuze, come out here for a moment."

As soon as He Zhaoyang came out, he saw a man wearing a military green uniform.

The man, holding a folder, walked up to her and stopped.

"Are you He Zhaoyang? The county received a report from the public alleging that you have improper conduct, have stolen money, and have engaged in inappropriate relationships. We need you to go back and cooperate with the investigation."

Sheng Yuze frowned and stood in front of He Zhaoyang, knowing exactly what his wife looked like.

Qin Meng was stunned. "You've got it wrong, haven't you? Zhao Yang, she..."

"Mother," He Zhaoyang interrupted her, "it's nothing."

She turned to look at the man in uniform.

"Who reported it?"

"According to regulations, I can't say." He opened the folder and glanced at it, "but the whistleblower materials are under my real name and have my fingerprints on them."

Sheng Yuze and He Zhaoyang got into the car.

Upon arriving in the county, she was led into an office, where a staff member pushed a piece of paper over her with two paragraphs written on it, detailing a series of misconduct issues committed by He Zhaoyang.