The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

On the full-moon night, the road under her feet was unusually clear. Yan Zhenshen held her husband's hand and walked out of the county town.

As I set out on the road back to the village, I saw a swaying figure in front of me. He was swaying left and right as he walked in the middle of the narrow road.

Chu Xiao really wanted to put a sign on him saying, "This road is mine."

Zhang Yiju has been in a terrible mood these days. With what happened in the Chu family, it is not only the Chu family that is embarrassed, but he will also be implicated as he is engaged to Chu Wanwan.

Especially since the story of his affair with Chu Wanwan had spread by some unknown person, he had wanted to go to the county town to relax, but when his classmates asked him about it, he was too embarrassed to answer.

In addition, he broke off engagements twice, and the ones he broke off were with his cousins, which made him be regarded as a joke.

Today was the Lantern Poetry Contest that had been arranged long ago. He had hoped to impress his classmates with his literary talent, but they laughed at him, saying that his poems were all about romantic love, and that picking flowers was less fun than appreciating the moon. So a girl was directly pushed to him, and as a man who had tasted the power of women, he did not directly refuse.

Holding the beautiful girl in his arms, listening to his classmates talking and enjoying poetry and wine, he forgot his sorrow for a moment.

It's a pity that I didn't bring enough money, otherwise today I would definitely...

He shook his head, reminding himself to stay away from women of prostitution.

At this moment, he actually missed Chu Wanwan a little. Not to mention anything else, just her figure and face, and the constant call of "Brother Yiju", he couldn't help but miss her.

But since the beginning of winter, he and Chu Wanwan have not done that kind of thing. He thought he could marry her home right away and do things legitimately, but who would have thought that so many things would happen.

While he was mourning the loss of his beautiful wife, he was also glad that the wedding date was set after the New Year. If he had already married her, having a wife with such a bad reputation would have affected his career.

The way back to the village was neither far nor near. He walked with unsteady steps. Suddenly he felt a pain in his back and fell to the ground.

"A good dog doesn't block the road." Chu Xiao walked up and kicked Zhang Yiju. It wasn't that he wanted to cause trouble, but he had been following him for a while. If you go left, he will also go left. If you want to go around from the right, he will also go to the right.

Moreover, he had told the man to move aside twice, but he seemed to be deaf and had no reaction. Chu Xiao seriously suspected that he did it on purpose.

This is intolerable. If this is not stopped, when will it be stopped?

The fall sobered Zhang Yiju up a lot. He slowly got up, looked back, and was speechless for a moment.

After looking Chu Xiao up and down for a long time, he asked uncertainly, "Are you Chu Xiaoxiao?"

"It's your father." Chu Xiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he and Yan Zhenshen just walked around and prepared to leave.

But Zhang Yiju's eyes were only focused on the figure in the light green coat and skirt at this moment. He completely ignored the tall figure next to him and reached out to grab it.

But before he stretched out his hand halfway, he was kicked by Yan Zhenshen again. Yan Zhenshen was much stronger than Chu Xiao, and Zhang Yiju was almost kicked two meters into the air.

When he landed, his head was buzzing and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Yan Zhenshen glanced at him coldly, "If you dare to reach out again, I won't mind chopping you off."

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhang Yi covered his chest and coughed violently, feeling pain in all his internal organs.

Under the moonlight, Yan Zhenshen's eyes were as cold as a demon in the dark night, while Chu Xiao beside him was smiling with bright eyes. He suddenly realized again that this was Chu Xiaoxiao, the Chu Xiaoxiao whom he once disdained at the first sight of.

Yan Zhenshen ignored him and simply picked up Chu Xiao, who was about to kick him a few times.

The body instantly flew into the air, and Chu Xiao subconsciously hugged the man's neck, asking in confusion: "Why are you hugging me?"

"I'm worried you'll be tired if we walk for so long." Yan Zhenshen strode forward. With his height and long legs, his speed was more than twice as fast as when he walked with Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao glanced at Zhang Yiju who had already climbed up, and it seemed that there was no hope for him to kick him a few more times.

He leaned on Yan Zhenshen's shoulders and neck, and took back one hand to scratch the man's exposed Adam's apple.

Yan Zhenshen felt a little itchy, so he swallowed and looked down at his young husband. Chu Xiao took the opportunity to kiss his lips.

Under the moonlight, the man's face was slightly red, but a smile appeared on his face: "Do you like me hugging you like this?"

Indeed, after getting married, she had never hugged her husband like this. She was afraid that her husband would be tired so she just carried him on her back.

"I don't like it." Chu Xiao also blushed a little. Which grown man would like to be carried like a princess?

Yan Zhenshen stopped and just stared at the husband in his arms.

"Why don't you leave?" Chu Xiao wanted to jump out of his arms, but Yan Zhenshen held him so tightly that he couldn't break free.

Chu Xiao understood what he meant and quickly kissed him twice more: "I like it. I like it most when my husband hugs me."

Yan Zhenshen smiled again. He lowered his head and clamped his husband's mouth. He kissed Chu Xiao until his face turned red before letting go.

There was silence and no one around, as if there was only the vast white snow and the two of them in the world. If it wasn't winter, Chu Xiao would have wanted to push the man to the side of the road and execute him on the spot.

"Hurry, hurry, go home." Chu Xiao patted Yan Zhenshen's arm and urged him.

Yan Zhenshen's Adam's apple moved, and he knew what his husband meant. He was a little amused and helpless for a moment. Why was he more anxious than him?

On the way back, Chu Xiao kept touching Yan Zhenshen all over, even putting his hand into Yan Zhenshen's collar, saying that his hands were cold, but in fact he was just teasing him.

How could Yan Zhenshen control himself? He walked faster and faster, fearing that he would explode if he didn't go home.

Everyone in the family had already gone to bed, and Yan Zhenshen walked lightly so as not to wake anyone else up. As soon as he entered the room, he stuffed Chu Xiao into the quilt.

Zhao Guizhi must have added some fire before going to bed. The temperature in the room was not low at this time, especially when she lay down in the bed, her whole body felt warm.

But soon Chu Xiao no longer had the mind to think about whether the quilt was warm or not, because he was not only not cold but also a little hot.

The tall body is the biggest warm baby, making people warm from the inside out.

Beads of sweat were running down Chu Xiao's forehead. He stretched his legs and tried to lift the quilt covering his body.

But a big hand grabbed the corner of the quilt and covered it more tightly, leaving no gaps.

"It's so hot." Chu Xiao complained, with a hint of tears in his voice, "Just a little bit, cover yourself a little less."

The man did not reply, but covered Chu Xiao even tighter with the quilt. Chu Xiao felt hot all over as if on fire, and was shaking uncontrollably.

Just when he was about to lose his temper, his lips were blocked. The suffocating feeling made him see white in front of his eyes, as if his body and soul no longer belonged to him.

As more heat came, he was able to breathe deeply, but he soon found that he was like a fish in a hot pan, which would be cooked on one side before being turned over and continued to be grilled on the other side.

He could only continue to sob and shout that it was hot, so that the fire would burn smaller, but the person who controlled the temperature would only make it worse as he sobbed.