Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let’s Farm - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Chapter 527: Adorably Contrasting

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Immediately, her arms clung around Tong Sanlang’s neck, her body clung tightly to his like a koala.

Tong Sanlang cradled her bottom with one hand and placed the other on her back. With a faint smile on his handsome face, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t be scared, I won’t drop you.”

Qiao Xiaomai gritted her teeth and bit his neck, muttering angrily, “You did this on purpose!”

Tong Sanlang just chuckled softly and pat her on the back, “I can’t possibly let you hold me up high.”

“What’s wrong with that!” Qiao Xiaomai retorted gruffly.

“I am a man, considerably taller than you.”

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Imagining tiny Qiao Xiaomai lifting him up by his waist was just too bizarre.

“That’s called cute contrast!” Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t resist but bite him again.

“Alright, alright, cute contrast.” Holding his sweetheart in his arms, Tong Sanlang’s lips stretched upwards in a grin, as he gently patted her back, asking, “Should we go back to sleep?”

It had been an eventful day, and it was late, they must be mentally drained.

“Fine.” Xiaomai agreed, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

She missed being held by Tong Sanlang as she fell asleep.

They walked into the room like this, fell onto the bed, and Qiao Xiaomai wasn’t as reserved as the last time. She laid on top of Tong Sanlang, treating him like a blanket.

Coupled with the fact that Tong Sanlang’s shoulders were wider and his body was longer than hers, it was a perfect fit.

Although, Tong Sanlang was too skinny, he had no extra meat on his body, which made lying on him uncomfortable.

With one hand on her back and the other caressing her hair, Tong Sanlang softly said, “Let’s sleep.”

Last time he had to sleep stiffly all night, tonight he planned on sleeping too.

Sleeping with his sweetheart in his arms!

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Regardless of reputation and family’s uproar, he let go of all his worries for a moment.

The girl lying on top of him now represented his entire world!

Qiao Xiaomai also thought the same, she wanted all nuisances to disappear, staying close to Tong Sanlang was most important!

Both of them, each other’s world in their arms, fell asleep quickly. Three hours later, daybreak was about to dawn.

Tong Sanlang regretfully woke up from his sweet dream. By this time, he was hugging Qiao Xiaomai, having shifted to a sideways position.

With reluctance, he let go of Qiao Xiaomai, he gently sprung off the bed and before leaving, he lightly kissed her forehead.

He didn’t wake up Qiao Xiaomai, so when Qiao Changshun got up and found the door to the hall open, he assumed that Qiao Xiaomai had simply forgotten to close it during her nighttime excursion, and casually mentioned it at breakfast.

Qiao Xiaomai blinked, and nodded lightly, “Yes.”

That minor detail casually brushed past them.

The next morning, Miao Dali delivered another batch of fruit saplings and Qiao Xiaomai directed people to plant them.

Everything was peaceful for the next three or four days.

As Qiao Xiaomai had predicted, the business in the Tong Family shop dropped a bit. But vinegar is a common commodity, if people didn’t have time to go to town to buy it, they would still go to the Tong’s.

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And as for the bean sprouts, there really were people who loved them.

It cost one penny per catty, it was expensive, but since only the Tong’s were selling them, people still bought them.

Thus, the business in Tong’s shop resumed, but it was a shadow of what it was on the first day.

That day, Qiao Xiaomai’s menstrual cycle ended, and she regained all her energy. After breakfast, she was planning to accompany Qiao Changshun to check on the manor.

As she opened the courtyard gate, someone blocked her way.

Sun Family’s figure, wrapped entirely in white silk, lay on a donkey cart, with resentment shining in her small eyes.

Sun Junyan stood by her side, lazily waving a folding fan in his hand.

Seeing Qiao Xiaomai come out, he closed the fan in his hand and said, “Do you want to resolve this issue publically or privately?”