The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"My lady, come on up, I’ll carry you on my back." With that, Ye Zi’an moved in front of Yang Chuxia, slightly bending his knees. Yang Chuxia noticed the prominence of his spine through the thin summer clothes and ran her hand along it.

"Your bones are too prominent; you’ll jab into me if I’m on your back." Yang Chuxia chuckled and said, "Why don’t I carry you instead?"

"No way, my lady, a big man like me being carried by you? Yangyang would laugh himself to death." Ye Zi’an stood up and turned around, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and continued, "Even if I’m scrawny, I’m still a man’s frame. How could you carry me?"

"Tsk tsk," Yang Chuxia’s expression turned a bit mischievous upon hearing this, and after a while, she said, "Xiao’an, you probably don’t know, I can even lift you... and in a horizontal hug." Renowned indeed for the horizontal hug.

"Are you serious?" Ye Zi’an found it hard to believe.

"Of course, it must be true!" Yang Chuxia continued, "Tsk tsk, your figure is light, your waist slender, it’s almost like holding a delicate girl. Made me almost think I am a brawny man."

Ye Zi’an suddenly remembered his skeleton-like state a few days ago and twitched his face.

Seeing Yang Chuxia giggling, he pulled her closer with a bit of shy annoyance, then lowered his head to cover her laughing red lips.

As if to punish her for laughing at him, Ye Zi’an bit her red lips.

Yang Chuxia thought to herself, truly a rascal, biting her! See if she wouldn’t bite back! With that in mind, she extended her tongue and counterattacked, back and forth, you chase I flee, every intimate moment between these two always ended up in a passionate battlefield-like kiss.

Both wanted to conquer first, so the kissing standoff went on a bit longer, and the scene got somewhat out of control, leaving their clothes less tidy.

Yang Chuxia saw Ye Zi’an leaning against the railing, seemingly savoring the intense kiss just now, with a look of intoxication, unconsciously smacking his lips; every move was graceful, and those misty eyes were like a giant vortex, drawing her in, unable to escape.

"Mmph..." Unable to hold back, Yang Chuxia wrapped her arms around Ye Zi’an’s neck again and went for another deep kiss at the corner of his lips.

"Wow! Mom sure is fierce." Came a tiny voice from a corner of the garden.

As soon as the voice emerged, a small hand quickly covered it. "Keep your voice down, what if they discover us?"

"Mmm mmm..."

"I’ll let go, but you mustn’t speak loudly, got it?"

Yangyang nodded vigorously, so Lele released his hand.

"Brother, why do you think mom and dad kiss for so long?" Yangyang asked curiously.

"How would I know?" Lele rolled his eyes. He hadn’t experienced it for so long himself.

"Aren’t you supposed to know everything, brother?" Yangyang looked at him with confusion. How could he not know the answer to this question?

Lele, hearing this, knocked on his little head, "I’m not omniscient, how can I know everything, and besides, I’ve never kissed a little girl, how would I know?"

"Brother, then why do you think mom pulls dad’s clothes?" Yangyang curiously asked, "I saw the look in mom’s eyes like a hungry wolf, like she wanted to devour dad."

"Pah, what a lousy metaphor." Lele glared at him, annoyed. "Don’t say that in front of mom, or you’ll get a beating."

"Tsk tsk, brother, am I that foolish? How could I possibly say it in front of mom?"