"Alright." He Teng agreed without much thought. He had overheard Niu Li and Xiaojia's conversation just now; it seemed like they also needed to buy something that could only be found in the county.
The temperature in the mountains was chilly at night. As the two lay on the bed, close together, they chatted for a while before He Teng's thoughts began to wander. Pulling He Zhilan close, he showered her with affection for a while, and eventually couldn't resist and consummated their intimacy.
To be honest, hearing his little wife suppress her low moans from beneath him—out of fear that the poor soundproofing might let others hear—had a unique charm. By the time he'd had his fill of mischief and saw his little wife turn soft as water, He Teng finally stopped, embracing her in satisfaction as they drifted off to sleep.
The next day, just as He Zhilan had guessed, He Teng woke up at the crack of dawn when the sky was still dim.
