Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Tong Sanlang smeared his saliva around the wound, feeling somewhat awkward about this unusual act. He uncomfortably rubbed his nose. "Let's see."


Qiao Xiaomai gave him a speechless look. "So, your saliva can make my wound scab in an instant."


At her words, Tong Sanlang looked down at the wound.


Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, "So my saliva doesn't work on your wound?"


Tong Sanlang was silent for a moment before replying, "Correct."


"That's strange then. My saliva doesn't work on my wound, it doesn't work on yours either. Your saliva doesn't work on your wound, but it works wonders for mine." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


"It seems like that so far." Tong Sanlang commented.


Qiao Xiaomai, ".....So, if I get hurt in the future, I can come to you?"


So that was the conclusion of their little experiment?


Chapter 254: As long as it is useful to her, it's fine