Zhuang Weiran, completely oblivious, cheerily turned around to fetch bathing water, clueless about how much his carefree remark had angered his wife.
Hu Lengyue gritted her teeth, twisted her waist, and followed him in.
From the cave soon came Zhuang Weiran's stifled groan, pleading in a low voice, followed by hissing sounds of sucking in the cold air...
"...Spare...me some face..."
"You still have face left?! You dare to ask for face from me?"
About the duration of a cup of tea later,
Zhuang Weiran emerged, lugging two large jars. Just as Feng Yin was about to greet him, Zhuang Weiran whooshed and ran far away.
Nobody knows where he tossed those two large jars, but he came rushing back, entered the cave, heaved the third jar out and once again, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After another little while, Hu Lengyue came out of the cave, all smiles: "It's all good now."
