Ugly girl only wants to farm

Meng Jiuhe stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He gently kissed her luscious lips, lingering on them tenderly. Xu Chaoyan was startled and her eyes widened. She had just complained to him about doing this in public, but before she knew it, he had pulled her into his arms and started kissing her again.

You have to admit, Meng Jiuhe's kissing skills are becoming more and more proficient. When he kisses her, there is a sweet taste in his mouth. Xu Chaoyan is still a little immersed in it, and her hands unconsciously wrap around the man's waist. She thinks to herself, how come this man's waist is still so thin? All these days of taking care of him have been for nothing. If only she had such a thin waist.

She was thinking absentmindedly when Meng Jiu noticed her unusual behavior and gave her a light, punishing bite, looking displeased.

The two then parted ways. Xu Chaoyan seemed a little reluctant to leave and couldn't help but lick her lips. Meng Jiuhe noticed her little action, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips. His voice softened as he said, "Wife, you have to concentrate on everything you do. By the way, are you still willing to sell your husband?"

A flock of crows flew overhead. Why did this person have to bring up this sore spot again? Just as she was about to give him a perfunctory reply, Shen Siheng's loud voice came from the other end.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng, where are you? Come here quickly."

Hearing footsteps approaching, Xu Chaoyan quickly pushed him away, her face showing some nervousness: "Don't cling to me like that. In front of everyone, Meng Xiucai, you're acting so wildly. Your usual calm and self-control is nothing but this. You're just a lecher. Do you think I was so blind to have fallen for a lecher like you?"

Meng Jiuhe smiled at her and affectionately ruffled her hair: "Whatever my wife says goes. Even if I'm a lecher, I'll only be lecherous towards you."

Shen Siheng's voice grew closer, and Xu Chaoyan quickly wiped the drool from her mouth. Then, looking anxious, she asked him, "Why were you so rough just now? Did you bite my lip until it's swollen? It would be embarrassing if someone saw us and laughed at us. Why were you so reckless?"

Seeing his wife's exasperated expression, Meng Jiuhe quickly moved closer with a fawning look: "Wife, let me massage your shoulders. Where are your lips swollen? They're so beautiful and luscious, like roses. I couldn't resist giving them a kiss."

Xu Chaoyan said with a stern face, "Meng Jiu, are you asking for a beating? If you keep this up after I count to three, you'll regret it."

Meng Jiuhe teased her on purpose: "What can you do if all else fails? You can kiss me back, or bite me back."

Enraged by him, Xu Chaoyan snapped at him fiercely, "How come I never noticed how shameless you and Meng Jiu have become before? You really can't judge a book by its cover."

At this moment, Shen Siheng also came over: "Brother Meng, so you're here. Let's hurry over there. We met that scholar named Qi Yu. What's wrong with him? He's so indifferent. I said a few words to him, and he just responded with 'uh-huh,' 'oh,' or completely ignored me. It felt like I was repaying him with chaff after borrowing his rice."

Zhang Xuyang arrived late and, seeing Shen Siheng's reckless behavior, walked over with a look of exasperation and slapped him on the shoulder.

"How come you run faster than a rabbit? I told you, those two young people have something to say to each other. Why did you go over there for no reason? You have no sense at all. It's a shame that you look so big and strong, but you're actually a brainless person."

Upon hearing this, Shen Siheng became agitated with him: "Zhang Xuyang, if you're calling someone brainless, I think the most brainless one is you. Oh, right, what was I going to say?"

While the two were playfully bickering, Meng Jiuhe gently squeezed Xu Chaoyan's hand and said, "My wife, I'm hungry. Go and get me some hot soup." He then looked at her with a pitiful expression.

Xu Chaoyan couldn't stand the way he looked at her. She smiled helplessly and finally pinched his waist to feel a little better.

When the group arrived, they saw Qi Yu sitting by the fire, looking quite reserved. Zhang Yueniang was offering him a sweet potato, but he was so flushed that his face turned bright red all the way to his ears that he refused to take it.

Shen Siheng took the sweet potato, broke it in half, and handed him one half: "Qi Yu, why are you acting like a girl, all shy and hesitant? Let me tell you, Sister Zhang's roasted sweet potatoes are delicious. Why are you still acting all shy and hesitant? A grown man shouldn't be ashamed of himself."

Meng Jiuxia brought over a bowl of hot soup and handed it to him: "Brother Qi, have a bowl of soup to warm yourself up."

Qi Yu sat there awkwardly by the fire, and retorted somewhat unnaturally, "I'm not blushing, it's just that it's too hot and the fire is making my face red."

She had just come out to go home and see if her mother needed any help when she ran into Shen Siheng, who grabbed her without saying a word. Coincidentally, his stomach made a rumbling sound while he was sitting there, which everyone sitting together heard, so he blushed with embarrassment.

Seeing that he still wouldn't take his sweet potato, Shen Siheng shoved it into his hand: "You bookworm, hurry up and finish eating so you can go back to your studies. I'm telling you, you actually know Zhang Xuyang and the others. I've talked to you a few times before and you ignored me. You've only known Zhang Xuyang and the others for a short time and you're already chatting and laughing with them. Do you look down on me?"

Qi Yu glanced at Shen Siheng, looking somewhat awkward: "No way, you, Young Master Shen, spend all your time with those young masters and noblemen. How could you possibly look down on us poor scholars? Besides, I'm busy every day either copying books or fetching laundry for my mother. Where would I find the time to spare?"

Shen Siheng couldn't get a word in edgewise, but what he said seemed to make a lot of sense.

Meng Jiuhe sat to the side, and Xu Chaoyan ladled out a bowl of hot soup for him, scooped out a few pieces of radish and blanched some greens, and handed them to him.

Meng Jiu looked around uncomfortably, which annoyed Xu Chaoyan: "What's wrong with you? Which girl have you taken a fancy to? Are you looking around like this? You don't like my radish soup, do you? Then don't eat it."

Seeing that his wife was angry, Meng Jiuhe quickly took the bowl from her hand and explained, "Wife, do you ever feel like someone is watching you from behind? Well, I can't really explain it, but I just feel like there's a gaze behind me that's trying to see right through me, but when I turn around I don't see anything."

Xu Chaoyan thought he hadn't rested well, so she looked around but didn't see anything. She then secretly scooped some more konjac tofu into his bowl and winked at him, saying, "Eat quickly, or Shen Siheng will find out and try to take it from you. There's only a little left, so he's not looking at you with any ill intentions. He's probably just hallucinating because you haven't rested well these past few days."

Meng Jiuhe felt increasingly uneasy, as if he were being watched, but he looked around and didn't find anything.

At that moment, a woman with a panicked expression nearby immediately hid, patted her chest, and exclaimed, "That was close!"