Nangong Yuan'er thought to herself.
But for some reason, she still put it on and then lay in bed, pretending to sleep.
Thinking about the sensation just now, she felt that Lin Zhenghui had done it even better than her, leaving her with an indescribable, wonderful feeling.
She really hoped Lin Zhenghui would come into her room in the middle of the night.
But she was disappointed.
Because Lin Zhenghui had promised her he wouldn't go to her room tonight, he didn't come.
That night, neither of them knew how they fell asleep.
The next morning.
Lin Zhenghui hadn't even gotten up for breakfast yet.
Yuan'er called him and asked, "Lin Zhenghui, did you ask someone to come spray the cornfield and the rice paddy?"
Because Lin Zhenghui had told her that none of the crops would be sprayed with pesticides, and even if it was fertilization, it was with processed chicken manure.
