Inside, Liu Li's husband fished out the remaining dumplings with broken skins along with the soup, then boiled some noodles. He had a simple meal with the two women and, after that, he sat inside, sweating profusely, waiting for any possible instructions.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. By the next morning, he finally heard Li Ming's unhurried voice.
"The dumplings tasted good, replace the broken sofa with a new one, and from now on, Liu Li will come to live with me at my place."
Hearing this voice, Liu Li's husband quickly came out, and then saw the living room sofa had collapsed, the dumplings on the coffee table had been cleared out who knows when, and Liu Li herself looked radiant with a blush on her face, as if she had been revitalized by some kind of nourishing substance, full of spirit.
But she seemed to be drained of strength, cradled in Li Ming's arms, resting against his shoulder, her fair arms and small hands kept caressing Li Ming's neck and chest muscles.
