"Wife, maybe I should become a woman, and I'll hold you down," Tan Zhenghong said with the resignation of a man facing his fate, reasoning that a man and a woman together was definitely better than two big men.
Qiao Duo'er could no longer hold it in, and without any regard for her image, she draped herself over Tan Zhenghong's shoulders and laughed heartily until the tears streamed out.
It was because she had imagined a scene where she poked Tan Zhenghong with a certain tool.
The mental image was too beautiful, and she was overwhelmed.
"Wife, are you disgusted with me?" Tan Zhenghong asked with a face full of grievances.
In between her laughter, Qiao Duo'er said, "Don't worry, even if you became a woman, you'd be pretty, haha, I can't take it anymore!"
Tan Zhenghong's face showed defeat, and if it hadn't been for driving the ox cart, he really would have wished to die on the spot.
