"Did I hurt you last night? Let me take a look." Old Yang said, reaching out.
Zhao Xiaoli was embarrassed to death and held Old Yang's hand. "It's nothing, I'm just feeling uncomfortable."
Old Yang looked at his wife with a flushed face and couldn't hold himself back. Now it was just the two of them at home, and there was no one else, so Old Yang certainly wouldn't deny himself.
However, considering his wife's health, he didn't go as far as he did last night.
Watching his wife sleeping, he suddenly felt that having a woman made life complete. He now had such days for himself, too.
Brewing wine is quite complicated. Lv Beiguang got to Wang Shulin's house and diligently scrubbed the large pot several times.
