Chapter 8

Qin Muye’s brain short-circuited, his mind had lost its ability to think: Jiang Muning kissed him, did he get the wrong person?

Soft lips stimulated his brain, Qin Muye just spoke, but he heard a slight tremor in his voice: “Who am I?”

Jiang Muning released his lips, slowly lifted her eyelids, and her soft voice was like a hook: “Qin Muye.”

Before the words fell, Qin Muye kissed her lips.

Unlike the passiveness just now, he was like a ferocious beast, wanting to swallow her whole.

His hot lips bit her lip, clumsily taking the air from her mouth, then pressed her onto the bed.

Jiang Muning hooked his neck, feeling the heat from his lips.

This man was easier to subdue than she imagined.

Men are all the same, they can love one woman, but their lower body can sleep with another woman.

Reason had already flown away because of her initiative. Qin Muye’s breathing was heavy, he struggled to hold back the desire that was clamoring in his heart, and reluctantly released her lips.

Hmm? Jiang Muning’s eyes were full of charm, those peach blossom eyes looked at him, Qin Muye could only hold onto the last shred of reason with difficulty: “Is it okay?”

You can’t get the wolf without giving up the child, besides, she was satisfied that night.

“It’s not like we haven’t touched each other.” Jiang Muning said coquettishly, “If you don’t want to…”

Not giving her a chance to regret, Qin Muye forcefully held her lips, his palm slowly slid along her graceful curves, landing on her slender waist.

The kerosene lamp flickered, a tall black shadow on the wall, gently taking off the clothes of the person under him, his burning lips slid down her collarbone.

The small black shadow on the wall nervously grabbed the sheet. A large hand covered her hand, intertwined with hers, fingers interlocked.

The room was filled with spring.

Before dawn, Jiang Muning lay softly on the bed. The quilt covered her graceful figure, the snow-white skin exposed outside had light plum blossoms falling on it.

A creaking sound came from the door. Jiang Muning was too sleepy to open her eyes, her whole body ached as if it had fallen apart.

She had heard that soldiers had good stamina, and now she had a deep understanding.

Qin Muye put the water on the chair, then wrung out the towel.

She said she didn’t like being sticky on their wedding night, so tonight he consciously helped her clean up.

He gently lifted the quilt, seeing the marks on her skin, Qin Muye’s ears burned.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he began to wipe her down.

As the towel wiped away the stickiness, Jiang Muning, feeling comfortable, slowly opened her eyes.

Qin Muye was lifting her nightgown, wiping her slender waist.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met. The usually cold eyes now held panic and embarrassment.

Qin Muye immediately sat up straight, coughed lightly, “Did I wake you up?”

Jiang Muning lightly hummed, her white and slender little finger hooked his long finger.

Qin Muye’s heart thumped.

“What?” Qin Muye pretended to be calm.

“I want to follow the army.” Her voice was nasal, Jiang Muning just stared at him.

Seeing the complaint and coquettishness in that soft tone, Qin Muye couldn’t say anything harsh, he could only explain truthfully: “I’m stationed on an island, it’s very cold there in winter, you won’t be able to handle it.”

He’s still explaining? His attitude after sleeping is really different.

Jiang Muning’s watery eyes fluctuated: “I can’t handle it here either, I’ll be bullied.”

Understanding her meaning, Qin Muye said in a low voice, “I’ll take care of it.”

“Qin Muye.” Jiang Muning’s apricot eyes widened, full of protest.

Seeing that expression, Qin Muye was afraid that he couldn’t handle it, so he quickly finished wiping her down and left with the basin of water.

Seeing this, Jiang Muning puffed up like a pufferfish: “He sleeps with you and then runs away, what a scumbag.”

When Qin Muye sneaked back to the room, Jiang Muning was already asleep.

He tiptoed onto the bed beside her, lying on his side.

By the moonlight, he looked at the peaceful sleeping face beside him, and Qin Muye felt like it was all a dream.

He moved closer to her, slightly lowered his head, and gently pressed his nose against her hair.

The next day, Jiang Muning and Qin Muye were still sleeping when Wang Guifen’s voice came from outside: “Second son’s wife… Jiang Muning, get up and make breakfast quickly…”

The voice was earth-shattering, Jiang Muning was woken up and frowned, pulling the quilt over her head.

But even so, the voice continued to come.

Jiang Muning kicked his foot with her foot.

Feeling the soft little foot, Qin Muye got up: “You continue to sleep.”

With that, he quickly got dressed and walked out the door.

Wang Guifen was about to continue yelling with her hands on her hips, but when she saw Qin Muye come out of the door, he quickly closed the door and said in a low voice, “I’ll make breakfast.”

Wang Guifen was furious, she slapped his arm: “You stinky boy, why haven’t I seen you so diligent before? Now that you have a wife, you protect her everywhere, why don’t you protect me?”

“Dad said, it’s good to protect your own wife, protecting someone else’s wife is a scumbag.” Qin Muye said, and walked towards the kitchen.

Wang Guifen’s hands trembled with anger: “You’re useless.”

At this time, laughter came from next door: “Oh, Guifen, you didn’t marry a daughter-in-law, you married a living ancestor.”

With that, Lin’s wife laughed even louder.

“Laugh, laugh, why don’t you laugh yourself to death.” Wang Guifen glared with her eyes wide open, seeing that Qin Muye really went to the kitchen, she quickly followed.

The world became quiet again, and Jiang Muning continued to dream sweetly.

But she didn’t sleep for long before she was pulled out of bed.

Jiang Muning was sleepy: “What are you doing?”

Wang Guifen stood with one hand on her hip, the other hand holding a spoon, and said viciously, “Jiang Muning, you must work today, otherwise you won’t eat.”

“Then I won’t eat.” Jiang Muning said, she was about to turn over and go back to sleep, but Wang Guifen pulled her up again.

“Go start the fire, otherwise don’t even think about sleeping.” Wang Guifen said forcefully. She didn’t believe that she couldn’t even control a little girl.

Jiang Muning was very sleepy, seeing that Wang Guifen was so stubborn, she thought she might as well give her a chance to make trouble: “Alright, I’ll start the fire. But I want to say in advance, I don’t know how.”

“Don’t know how? You’re just being lazy, go start the fire, the men will be back soon, are you going to starve them?” Wang Guifen yelled.

Seeing this, Jiang Muning groggily took out a floral dress from the cabinet and put it on. Her hair wasn’t combed and her face wasn’t washed. She yawned and went to the kitchen.

In the countryside in the 1980s, they used earthen stoves. Jiang Muning didn’t know how to use them.

Sitting in front of the stove, Jiang Muning saw a small flame in the stove. She sleepily scratched her hair, then put the wood next to her into the stove.

Her eyelids couldn’t stay open, and Jiang Muning mechanically repeated the process of stuffing wood and straw into the stove.

However, as Jiang Muning put in more and more wood, there was only smoke and no fire in the stove.

Seeing her standing there dumbfounded, Wang Guifen, who was about to cook, shouted: “Why isn’t there any movement yet, don’t you need to use the bellows to blow it?”

Bellows? Jiang Muning picked up the long, round thing next to her, put it to her mouth, and blew hard into the stove.

She didn’t see any sparks, but the smoke got thicker. Seeing this, Jiang Muning blew again.

With a bang, flames instantly shot out, accompanied by billowing smoke, filling the entire kitchen.

Qin Muye had just come back from the field with Qin Ye. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw billowing smoke coming from the kitchen, mixed with Wang Guifen’s yelling and her angry voice calling Jiang Muning’s name.

“Is there a fire?” Qin Ye exclaimed.

“Muning!” Qin Muye rushed towards the kitchen.