Xiao Fei watched his mom leave, and this time she didn't take him with her. Grandma had already told him yesterday that mom would come back to pick him up tomorrow, so he wasn't too sad.
Yang Zhiqiang felt a surge of energy in his body, coming home ten minutes earlier than usual.
The two of them felt a bit awkward. "Xiaoqin, take a rest, I'll start the fire."
"Boil some more water." After all, tonight could be considered their wedding night, everything needed to be clean and tidy.
After three hours, they had tidied up the house, and it was warm inside.
Yang Zhiqiang felt a bit eager; after all, she was now his wife.
In the heat of the moment, he smelled the faint scent of soap on his wife's body, and his face was full of smiles. He felt he was finally living a normal life.
The two of them got along very harmoniously; one hadn't been with a woman for a long time, and the other had lost her husband a few years ago.
