Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

With such moments, all minor annoyances and worries were not a problem at all.

Qiao Xiaomai put her feet on Tong Sanlang’s feet, rubbing them occasionally.

Tong Sanlang felt ticklish. Thinking about the situation just now, his large hand gently patted Qiao Xiaomai’s back, “I see your toenails have grown a little long, shall I trim them for you?”

“Sure.” Qiao Xiaomai had no objections.

She took a pair of nail clippers from her space and handed it to Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang sat up, his large hand holding her foot, gently trimming her toenails in the candlelight.

Qiao Xiaomai watched his focused and serious expression, feeling something stir in her heart.

Tong Sanlang had just been whispering sweet nothings into her ear, but to her, wasn’t he equally captivating?

Qiao Xiaomai’s gaze was fervent. Tong Sanlang looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to kiss you.” Qiao Xiaomai did not hide her desires.

“Wait a minute.” Tong Sanlang raised an eyebrow at her words. He quickened his movements, and after finishing, he pounced on Qiao Xiaomai, kissing her madly.

He absolutely adored kissing; it was sweet and intimate. If he weren’t afraid of leaving apparent marks on his mouth, he’d want to spend the entire day kissing Qiao Xiaomai.

Qiao Xiaomai also loved this activity. She wrapped her arms around Tong Sanlang’s back, holding him tightly, thoroughly enjoying his actions.

One night is too short. Having just discovered new positions and opened up a new world, Tong Sanlang wished he could stretch every minute into two minutes. Amidst kissing, they got carried away again. He didn’t suppress his physical instincts and once again plunged into the sea of affection with Qiao Xiaomai.

Practice makes perfect. Qiao Xiaomai’s body recovered quickly, and her endurance seemed to increase as well. She accompanied him in exploring various new positions and revisiting old movements.

She hadn’t done such things with her loser ex-boyfriend before, so for her, all these positions and this world were entirely new and exciting. She willingly drowned in this world with Tong Sanlang.

The two of them kept at it until late night. This time, Qiao Xiaomai didn’t want Tong Sanlang to heat water anymore.

Why would they need hot water? Falling asleep while holding each other was the real deal.

As for the various traces on their bodies and the bed, those were not something that needed to be cleaned up by a hygiene-obsessed person; these were evidence of love!

The sound asleep Qiao Xiaomai failed to notice the strange happenings in her space. The once clear water in the pond within that space turned milky white, similar to water mixed with milk.

The milky water didn’t last long; in a quarter of an hour, it was completely dissolved by the waters of the pond.

The pond returned to its usual appearance, clear and bright.

The next day, Qiao Xiaomai woke up on time according to her biological clock. The situation where she overslept and woke up in the middle of the day didn’t happen.

Moreover, she didn’t feel the soreness and aches of the previous day upon waking up, and there was nothing unusual about a certain unmentionable part either.

She was refreshed and vibrant, not at all looking like someone who had less than two hours of sleep. The wild exertions from last night seemed to have no effect on her.

She had no dark circles under her eyes, her face showed no signs of exhaustion, and her skin was as smooth as a peeled egg.

On the other hand, Tong Sanlang was still deeply asleep. She carefully extracted herself from his arms without waking him up.

For a martial artist, this was somewhat unusual.