Li Guangyuan didn't speak, and walked past her into the yard.
Tian Cuihua closed the door again and chased after him to ask, "I noticed you closed your vegetable stand quite early today. What were you up to? Thinking about some other business?"
"No," he turned around and embraced her.
Tian Cuihua was taken aback and then laughed, "Aren't you out of confinement? What's wrong, they still won't let you touch?"
"Cuihua, stop mocking me, I feel terrible inside."
Hearing his muffled voice, Tian Cuihua didn't say much more.
How to describe this man? She didn't care whether he felt bitter or not, as long as he was useful.
He must have had things pent up inside, because the man exerted an unusual amount of energy.
It continued from the afternoon until the evening turned dark.
If Erdan hadn't run back home crying hungry, it might have gone on longer.
