"Xiaowei, broad daylight, it's not good to be seen by the villagers."
Liang Jing panicked and started backing away nervously.
"Who in the village would come to your house, and besides, they are all busy with farm work these days."
Zhang Xiaowei knew what was on Liang Jing's mind, but he couldn't let her escape.
The house was just so small; there was nowhere for Liang Jing to hide, and she was quickly embraced by Zhang Xiaowei.
"Aunt Jing, we're pressed for time."
Zhang Xiaowei lifted Liang Jing in his arms and went straight to the bedroom she shared with Zhao Laifu.
Liang Jing, who had been resistant to Zhang Xiaowei, was now only half-heartedly objecting.
Such things, once they start, tend to go much more smoothly thereafter.
There were no neighbors around Liang Jing's house, and this time Zhang Xiaowei showed no gentleness.
At first, Liang Jing struggled to let go, but she soon stopped worrying about anything else.
