After settling Ping'an down, Zhang Guoqing, eager to assert his authority, picked up his wife to head back to their room for some post-autumn accounting.
The sudden move startled Zhou Jiao, causing her to cover her mouth. Her eyes shifted as she quickly reached out to wrap her arm around his neck, extending her voice sweetly, "Brother, I was almost scared to death today."
"Don't speak such ominous words."
"Alright, I'll listen to you."
Zhang Guoqing gave her a playful slap on the butt, "There's a saying that fits you perfectly."
Zhou Jiao chuckled foolishly.
"You're all talk! Just think about how many times you've said it? Feel here, my heart was pounding so hard, it went out of rhythm, you know?"
Whose heart wouldn't beat rapidly? Zhou Jiao dared to mutter to herself, but not out loud. She felt, squeezed, and patted with envy.
"If only my chest muscles were that developed!"
Startled by her words, Zhang Guoqing almost stumbled. "Are you doing that on purpose?"
