Not too happy

The next day, yang Haitao checked song Xuan's body again. He pulled her turtleneck sweater up to her chin and said, " yes, this way, I won't be able to see the marks on your neck.

Song Xuan kicked his calf and said, " "You're not allowed to speak so freely outside."

Yang Haitao held her waist and smiled. "Yes, my dear wife."

Song Xuan pulled his hand to her mouth and took a bite. Yang Haitao snorted, " "It's not too much to call your wife my Lord, is it?"

"Call me by my name when you're outside,"

Yang Haitao's lips curled up slightly. alright, alright, alright. I'll call you by your name.

Yang Shaodong was the best at pretending to obey but secretly going against her. Anyway, song Xuan could not do anything to him outside.

The two of them went out. Uncle Zhong was cleaning the snow in the yard all night, and another male laborer was helping aunt Wu clean the snow in the yard next door.