Zhang Xiuer's face flushed with embarrassment the moment she heard no one else was around. She subconsciously glanced at the doorway just as a villager passed by, and she whispered, "The door isn't even closed, keep your voice down..."
"Ah, alright, alright..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang immediately turned, walked over, and closed the door. Zhang Xiuer then chided him, "What are you closing the door for in broad daylight..."
"Eh, wasn't it you who said to close the door..."
"When did I ever say to close the door, I told you to keep it down..."
"My voice is always this loud. Why do I have to sneak around when joking with my own wife? It's not like it's something shameful; I won't keep quiet!"
"Fine, fine, have it your way. You're impossible to win against!"
"Heh heh!"
With the door closed, Zhao Yang's heart itched uncontrollably. He immediately wrapped his arms around Zhang Xiuer and began kissing her rosy, tender earlobes and her white, smooth neck.
