Axiang gave a bitter smile, "You just think a wife is there to cook and sew clothes for you, but do you know what else a wife can be good for?"
Dabao was at a loss for words, his face turning beet red.
Axiang sighed, "You're just lonely and want someone to keep you company, that's all!"
As it grew dark, Dabao went inside to light the oil lamp and then came back to tug at Axiang, "Sister, Grandmother said we should go to sleep when it gets dark."
Only then did Axiang stand up, entering the main room with Dabao. Next to the main room was the bedroom, but Axiang still sat in the main room, asking Dabao, "You go to sleep first, I'll sit here a bit longer."
She thought Dabao certainly didn't understand matters of men and women, and she obviously couldn't sleep in the same bed with him.
She didn't even know how long she would stay here. If the villagers kept gossiping, she might be driven out of the village.
