We agreed one by one, and Xiaoman moved the bedding and sent us to an old house in the west end of the village to stay. This old house is newer than other nearby houses, and it looks like it is only about twenty years old at most.

It looked like it was just because it had been uninhabited all year round, so a little dust had fallen inside. After a little cleaning, the stove was lit, and the kang immediately started to heat up.

She sat for a while and chatted with Meihui about school matters. The two girls chatted around until the sun set. Seeing the sun setting, Xiao Man didn't dare to stay. Ge Leng had told her to go back before the sun set.

Home.

Fortunately, he brought us a lot of food, but we just needed to cook for ourselves. After bidding farewell to Xiaoman, Meihui patted her chest and boasted about her cooking skills. For the first time, we had a real couple together.

It feels like living together. Although the firewood, rice, oil and salt are all provided by Gelen, after the last steaming pot of pickled cabbage stewed vermicelli comes out, I still have pride and happiness written on my face. To be honest, the taste is average, but she is still my cook after all.

The first time they cooked, the two of them ate up a pot of soup and rice.

After dinner, I went to wash the dishes, and she washed all our dirty clothes from the past two days. She looked like a good at home, which made people feel pity. From this, I came to the conclusion, is it that people who are good at living are not married?

You couldn't see it before. Only when two people truly live together can they clearly see each other's strengths and weaknesses. Of course, now that we are in a passionate relationship, any shortcomings have been digested as advantages.

The silent night has fallen again, and the fifty-watt light bulb emits dim light. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, no interruption from outsiders, and the recent worries are gone. This night is destined to belong to us "the young couple."

Meihui leaned in my arms obediently, reading a book. The bed was heated up by the two of us. There was no TV, no computer, no radio in the cozy little home, only each other's breathing. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fragrance of her hair.

"Meihui, what's your last name?" I was the first to break the tender silence.

"Huh? Brother, what do you mean by this? Of course my surname is Park, are you stupid?"

I smiled: "Haha... do you plan to hide it until the night when we register our marriage? Now that we have reached this point, why should we keep hiding it from each other? You are not Korean! Your life experience should be similar to that of Nalanhong and Nanhai

Just like the moon, they are all descendants of the Eight Banners! You are right, I am not a fool, how could I not see it?"

She seemed to have known for a long time that there would be a day when my identity would be revealed, and she had already prepared how to deal with this problem. She turned around and looked at me with those eyes that made me intoxicated. I saw frankness in her eyes, and I

I saw love and I saw intolerance.

"Have I harmed you over the years? Brother, believe me, I will never harm you. We will be happy every second we can be together. Don't think about other things. When it's time to tell you, I will never hide it.

you!"

I remember the exact same words Nan Haiyue once said to me, yes, the eyes of both girls are pure, without a trace of worldly dross. How could they harm me? Maybe she really has something to hide.
Chapter completed!