ing her in his arms.Róng Zhāonán bowed his head: "Is there anything wrong"She shook her head frantically, instinctively stepping out of his arms. "It's nothing!"But the next moment, that thing instant...Rong Zhaonan picked out a fish bone while nonchalantly saying, "After the autumn harvest celebration last night, Hong Xiu Zhang sent over wine and steamed buns, saying it was to share in the collective honor, watching me eat."

Ning Yuan was taken aback.

Those red armbands were responsible for checking the ideological transformation and learning progress of these down-to-the-country personnel.

So, Rong Zhaonan didn't refuse....

"If they sent something with rat poison, would you eat it too" Ning Yuan's mood was complicated.

Rong Zhaonan's lips curled into a cold arc: "They dare not."

His eyes, dark behind his glasses, made Ning Yuan tremble involuntarily: "..."

Dare you After all, there are still people who dare to send wine and buns laced with aphrodisiacs for cattle and horses...

She opened her eyes but didn't ask any more questions, continuing to eat her grilled shrimp, fish and red rice porridge.

For some reason, she instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan would definitely not let go of the person who dared to scheme against him.

Alright, let's just eat the fish and keep quiet. We don't want to get any fishbones stuck in our throats!

Some things she shouldn't know, as an ordinary person.

......

After a satisfying meal, Ning Yuan happily put down her lunchbox. Her stomach was about eight or nine points full.

Now that there is a food shortage, Tang Zhenzhen always ate more than her fair share when they were at the countryside re-education camp. The other female educated youths could barely eat enough to feel seven points full.

Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait a minute, you're not going to wash the bowls, chopsticks and pots"

Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes and pots. This is just a different division of labor in revolution, Rong Zhaonan agrees, here it is for you."

Saying that, she waved her hand directly and turned around to go back to the small hut by the cattle shed.

She did indeed want to buy Elder Rong's favor, but not to be his personal caretaker. There are no successful people who would appreciate having a domestic worker.

In her previous life, she almost became a second mother to her husband. She catered to him in every way, but what was the outcome

Which man wants to sleep with his own mother or a waitress

When a bride becomes an old woman, the man naturally turns cold towards his wife. He can't help but go out to prostitute himself and sleep with other women.

This life, she had to change her way of living, starting with the current fallen giant Rong Dadao.

They aren't a real couple, but they are currently working together for the common good. Everyone is lending a hand to build their "little home" - the cow shed!

Rong Zhaonan looked at her with a sly smile in his eyes, patted his buttocks and walked away. He let out a sneer.

Well, this little spy of hers isn't doing a very good job. She should be checking in on him, warming up to him, and trying to gather information.

Although he thought so, Rong Zhaonan stood up and started clearing the table.

Ning Yuan went to rummage through the pile of scrap she had collected in the yard.

Rong Zhaonan came over to help after washing the dishes, and the two of them worked together dismantling the dilapidated table, chairs, and door panels they had dragged in.

I was able to put together a few usable items.

Ning Yuan, with a head full of sweat, looked contentedly at the several "new" pieces of furniture in the house.

Now, at least we have two tables in our house. We can separate eating, studying and storing things.

It's not just a desk for putting things out, there are also two modified cabinets that can hold a lot of stuff, and the bed has been widened, lengthened, and reinforced.

Rong Zhao'nan looked at her own large "new bed" with an unfathomable gaze, and said to her, "You really want to sleep with me..."

Ning Yuan instantly blushed, and hurriedly raised her voice: "Don't talk nonsense! Who wants to sleep with you It was just a temporary solution!"

She originally wanted to make another bed, but she found that there weren't enough door panels to use as bed slats, so she could only widen and enlarge the existing bed.

She lived a whole lifetime longer than him, could she possibly be interested in someone so young

“I don’t care about sleeping in your bed. In a few days, I’ll figure out how to get some wood and make a new bed!” Ning Yuan muttered angrily.

His old bed, with its rickety frame, would come apart at the slightest movement.

Does he know how to sleep like Xiao Long Nu, using a rope He slept for so long, making her waste a lot of materials for reinforcing the bed.

Rong Zhao nan looked at her coldly as she went to tidy up the room. In a short while, she had tidied the room up and it looked much more neat and comfortable.

She was too tired to stand, so she carried the bucket and went to take a bath.

Southeastern rural areas are not too cold in late autumn and have abundant water resources.

After dinner, Ningyuan boiled water and took a bath in the outdoor toilet. She also washed her hair.

The cow shed didn't have a toilet, so Rong Zhaonan built a simple one for himself.

Only he used it, making it cleaner than the common toilet for educated youth, like a makeshift bathroom.

She let down her hair and sat by the window humming a tune, while combing it. The candlelight in the main hall was warm, illuminating everything around with a gentle glow.

"Creak!" the door to the room swung open.

A tall figure entered, carrying a bucket and with his upper body bare. A towel hung limply over his shoulder.

The candlelight seemed to coat his well-defined, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, fair body with a layer of flowing gold.

The man had also washed his hair. Ning Yuan watched the water beads slide down from the tip of his hair, then along his collarbone, chest, and down to his narrow waist and abs, her gaze momentarily stunned.

Rong Zhaonan noticed her gaze, but this time, he didn't pull a face like last night.

He just glanced at her lightly, casually pushing the wet bangs that had fallen over his eyes back behind his ears as he had done yesterday, revealing a face with sharp and delicately defined features.

Seeing this face in its entirety, along with her slender figure in clothes and curvy physique when undressed, gave Ning Yuan a strong visual impact.

Ning Yuan's face flushed instantly, a bit flustered: "You... how... why aren't you wearing clothes..."

This person clearly looked malnourished and emaciated even when wearing clothes.

The moment they took off their clothes, it was as if they had been well-fed and watered, their bodies radiating a powerful sense of energy.

The man let out a light scoff. "Who wears clothes to take a bath You"

As he walked towards the bed, bare-chested and looking incredibly sexy, Ning Yuan suddenly felt a little nervous.

She furrowed her delicate brow: "I'm saying how come you don't put on your clothes after showering."

Rong Zhaonan casually sat down beside her: “I’m used to sleeping without clothes on at night in the summer.”

His hair and temples were also damp, as if shrouded in an alluring mist.

Ning Yuan was forced to shrink to the side by his all-white outfit. "You're too inconsiderate! There are lesbian roommates in this room now!"

Although the wind blows and the sun shines, he works tirelessly in the fields. He does all the hard labor: cleaning the cow shed, shoveling manure, composting, there's no chore too difficult for him.

How can this person be so white, not even a little bit tanned

But he seemed to have many old scars all over his body...... Ning Yuan blushed and didn't dare to look closely.

Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, as if mocking her words for being so absurd: "You, a lesbian, are going to sleep in the same bed with me, a bad guy What impact are you worried about"

Ning Yuan gave him a withering look, then got up and walked over to the table. "We're not really married, are we You sleep inside, I'll sleep outside. Go ahead and get some rest, I'm just going to wash my hair!"

This person's words are really unpleasant to hear, no wonder they get bullied!

Rong Zhaonan casually brushed his hair, watching her fleeing figure with a distant gaze, lost in thought.

By the time Ning Yuan had thoroughly wiped her hair dry outside and returned to the room, Rong Zhaonan was already asleep. He lay with his back to her, quietly covered under a thin blanket.

He was wearing an old white thin vest on his upper body, revealing his long and strong arms and back.

Ning Yuan finally relaxed, muttering to herself as she put away the books, "What nonsense! I don't have a habit of sleeping in the nude."

She rubbed her wrists, rinsed her mouth simply, and then went to bed.

The bed was widened a lot, Ning Yuan snuggled up to the edge of the bed and fell asleep facing away from Rong Zhaonan.

She pulled her blanket closer, but she could still feel the warmth of the stranger's presence pressing against her side. She instinctively shrank back a little.

This is also why she asked to sleep on the outside - so she could get out of bed anytime.

Although she truly believed that Rong Zhaonan's integrity and cautious, composed nature would never allow him to touch her.

But, I still find it quite uncomfortable.

Last life, I would never have dared to do something so bold.

Ning Yuan's mind was a flurry of thoughts.

I dashed around all day, with things popping up non-stop. My nerves were on edge the whole time, and fatigue washed over me like a tide.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming calm and shallow.

The tall figure behind turned around, the man opened his eyes, clear and alert, without a hint of sleepiness.

He gazed at the undulating curves beneath the blanket close at hand, his eyes involuntarily squinting.

It seems like this little spy is still very patient. He plans to take the slow and steady approach, gradually luring him in and extracting information.

Rong Zhaonan lay flat on his back, hands supporting his head, gazing at the faint stars peeking through the unrepaired roof.

The tip of his nose was filled with the scent of the girl's hair and a clean, fresh fragrance woven from her body and soap.

He closed his eyes expressionlessly.

The little spy always makes things so delicious. What is he doing Sugar-coated bombs don't work on him.Operation timed out after 30000 milliseconds with 0 out of 0 bytes received.