After smoking a cigarette, Wang Xiaolong patted Tian Xiaoqian's beautiful legs, "It's getting late, let's get moving."
Though Tian Xiaoqian had regained some strength, the soreness in her body hadn't completely subsided.
The lethargic woman leaned against his strong chest again, "I don't feel like moving at all, let's lie down for a bit longer."
Wang Xiaolong wanted to continue lying down as well.
It was around three or four in the morning, with a slight chill in the breeze.
Lying there was extremely comfortable and satisfying.
Moreover, a lone man and a single woman staying in a cornfield was a scenario many villagers dreamt of.
If they could enjoy it a bit longer, it would definitely be more comfortable than returning to the stuffy and humid house.
But the problem was, the villagers all got up early, and it was also time to irrigate and weed the fields — if they stayed longer, they would inevitably be encountered by the villagers coming to the fields.
