Luofeng Tang's gaze also fell on his beloved daughter. His cold and hard face softened considerably at this time.

"Yes, all along the way, I heard you two whispering and talking about the scenery," Luofengtang said.

“She usually takes a nap for an hour every afternoon at home, but today she didn't sleep even for a moment. She went out all night. This must be because she’s exhausted.”

At this point, Luofengtang couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Luobaobao's soft hair.

“My daughter’s hair is so good, it’s black, shiny, and soft. What about you, Qing'er?” he said again.

“These eyebrows, eyes, and features, they all resemble yours. When she grows up, she’ll surely be a strikingly beautiful young woman,” he remarked with emotion.

Yet Yang Ruqing covered her mouth and giggled secretly.

"What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?" he asked, puzzled.

Yang Ruqing said, "I laugh at you, like a woman selling melons praising her own wares." Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!

Luo Fengtang said righteously, “My daughter is the best in the world in my eyes. It’s normal for people to boast, so don't laugh.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t laugh.” Yang Ruqing lowered her hand.

He looked at Luo Babao, then at Luo Fengtang.

“No wonder they say a daughter is her father's sweetheart from a past life, here to repay her debts this time around. This saying rings so true.” She teased.

Luo Fengtang said: "There's such a saying? Really the first time I heard it. What's the reason? Tell me about it."

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Yang Ruqing smiled, watching him gently stroking Luobo's fur. "You see, before this little girl was around,"

Your hand, will only stroke my hair, won't it?

Luò Fēng Táng nodded.

"Your embrace, will only hold me, won't it?"

Luo Fengtang nodded again.

You always have a poker face towards others, especially women. Even with my best friend Xiaoyu and the others, you only say what's necessary and never engage in much conversation or smile casually.

"So when Xiaoyu found out that I was dating you, she was shocked and thought I was joking."

And now, you're stuck with that little woman Luo Bao every day. You hold her, tease her, and even kiss her.

For her, you can tolerate anything. When you talk about her, your words become plentiful, showering her with praise, highlighting all her good qualities...

"So, to put it bluntly, I'm no longer your only one. There's a third person involved between us now,"

"That third party is Luo Baobei, your past lover from your previous life. This time around, she's openly come to vie for my affections. The frustrating part is, I have no way of dealing with her!"

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's lengthy theoretical explanation, Luo Fengtang laughed.

"So it turns out my little Qinger was eating vinegar all this time? Haha..."

“I’m not jealous at all, I just spilled the vinegar jar.” she said.

Luo Fengtang's laughter dared not be too loud, lest he wake the little one sleeping in between them.

He suddenly reached out and lifted Yang Ruqing completely into his arms.

By the time she came to her senses, he had pinned her down at the foot of the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He supported himself on either side of her with his hands, leaning down to look at her. His gaze traveled from her face inch by inch downward, gliding to her neck, and then...

"What do I want to do? You, who've overturned the vinegar jar yourself, don't you understand?" he asked.

As he was speaking, his body pressed down on her again.

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A desire awakened somewhere in his body, and she felt it acutely.

Her face flushed red as a pomegranate, her heart pounding, and she began to feel weak. Even her breath seemed to burn with heat.

This wasn't the first time she'd been like this. He knew her rhythm, her sensitivity, and he enjoyed it.

Pulling a blanket from the side, they covered themselves, she let out a soft cry. Then, one by one, their pajamas were thrown aside.

The bed was like a large tent propped up, the tent shaking and swaying with every tremor of the earth, rising and falling.

His deep, guttural growl, her quick, shallow breaths, rising and falling.

As the storm raged, the entire bed shook violently.

The creaking sounds, like a melody, accompanied the two of them, adding to the excitement and pushing this dynamic story towards one climax after another...

After a long time, the clouds finally parted and the rain stopped.

They embraced each other without any hesitation, savoring the beauty of the moment just past.

"Qing'er, just now... how was it?" He whispered in her ear.

She blushed and glared at him.

"To ask such frivolous questions, aren't you ashamed?"

He laughed again, "I've done everything that's improper and shameless...hehe..."

She rolled her eyes, this guy...

"Qinger, you tell me," he gently touched her.

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"Just as I asked before," he said with a suggestive smile.

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She bit her lip, not daring to look at him.

"Not bad."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, yet he could hear it.

"Really?" he asked again.

She awkwardly said, “Oh my gosh, who would joke about something like this?”

It's not just better, it's even better than when I was at home before.

Could it be that it's because of the change in environment, or perhaps just a different bed?

She thought to herself silently.

No wonder other couples' time together seems to have stretched out; they are too familiar with each other, so they seek some freshness and excitement back in their lives.

It seems that for couples, some appropriate changes are still necessary.

>I felt a different kind of joy tonight, and he or she seemed to feel it too.

Well, it seems that in the future, I'll have to put some effort into this aspect too. Occasionally create a little seduction, haha, so embarrassing...

Sleep well.

But in a dilapidated house on a rundown lane near Rouge Alley, in the backyard of the wine shop, Yang Yongzhi and Chen Jinhong were wide awake.

Yang Yongzhi stood by the table, his hands cupping a bowl of hot tea to warm his numb fingers.

Although I've already returned home, my legs are still shaking from the cold.

On the other side, the pile of candied fruit on a stick was leaning against the wall. Chen Jinhong stood beside the pile, one hand akimbo and the other raised, counting the candied fruits on top one by one.

"One, two, three... twenty-eight!"

“Oh, not bad, selling for three days outside, today finally sold two.”

Chen Jinhong turned around and stretched out her hand towards Yang Yongzhi.

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"Where's the money? Give it to me."

Looking at Chen Jinhong's hand reaching out to him, Yang Yongzhi looked troubled.

Standing there, stammering, immediately raised Chen Jinhong's suspicion.

"What's wrong? Why don't you give me the money to keep?" she asked.

"Well... money, I spent the money..." he said.

"What? You spent all the money you earned again?" Chen Jinhong's voice suddenly rose, and her eyes widened.

Yang Yongzhi smiled and said, "I only ate a steamed bun this morning. I was so hungry that I bought two meat buns and a bowl of hot tea with the four coins..."