Ye Ling's cheeks flushed red at being kissed on the hand by his wife in the yard in broad daylight.

He lowered his head and shyly repeated the sentence. "Duo Er, I think of you in body and soul."

Feeling it lacked something, he added a few more words. "I think of you in body and soul every waking moment."

Liu Duo smiled so hard her dimples emerged. She supposed Ling actually had some potential in this area.

Every waking moment?

There was nothing wrong with this statement at all!

The wind and clouds are like pen and ink, and the ink drops slowly form a painting on the canvas.

Eventually, night replaced day. Ever since Ye Yang, the one with a low sense of presence, left home, the house still felt as though nothing was amiss and yet there was a hole to fill.

"I wonder what Yang's doing now. Has he eaten?" Liu Duo mumbled from her rocking chair.

She was actually quite worried about Ye Yang who had been gone in the hills for quite some time to hunt.

Across the table, Ye Mo and Ye Ling were seriously calculating the day's profits. They had not heard their wife.

But Ye Liu, who was brushing Hei Xiaomeng's fur next to them, heard her. He said, "Little Duo, Yang's a grown man. He can take good care of himself!"

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face when an idea crossed his mind. He added, "Just so you know, Yang is very capable, in more ways than one!"

He gave Liu Duo a knowing look. You know what I mean!

The action made her blush unknowingly.

In her mind, she was pouting as she retorted. Like hell, I'd know! Only a hoodlum would think about those things!

She ignored him and looked the other way.

Ye Liu stopped what he had been doing and shoved Hei Xiaomeng aside when his wife did not respond to him. He approached her.

Hei Xiaomeng did not like that its masseur had stopped brushing it. It stepped forward and blocked his way, eager to get Ye Liu's attention.

"I'll continue tomorrow, alright? Be good." Ye Liu patted its head and returned its comb to its usual position.

Then the dog obediently went to play by itself.

It was a habit they had taught it through time. Once they put the comb back to where it belonged, Hei Xiaomeng knew that the brushing session had ended.

He came to stand next to Liu Duo's chair and looked at the person sitting on it. He smiled. "Little Duo, why has your face gotten red? I'm just saying that Yang is very capable in more ways than one. What were you thinking?"

She knew he was a talker, so she refused to answer him.

She merely gave him a look that said, you're a handful, do you know that?

"Oh, I know!" Ye Liu giggled. "Little Duo, were you thinking about bedroom affairs? Yang is surely capable when it comes to that! Wow, those strong muscles of his must look really 'appetizing,' right?" Ye Liu went on about it as though he was talking to himself.

He did not mind that Liu Duo was ignoring him. She was still listening to him anyway.

She was obviously not giving him the time of day, yet he went on talking anyway. Frustrated, she clenched her jaw.

He was practically doing a one-man show!

"Little Duo, I have done a lot of manual labor before too, why didn't I have muscles as strong as Yang's?"

Somehow, the topic had changed its course.

Ye Liu pulled back his sleeve to reveal his upper arm, and then bent it a good forty-five degrees to show his bicep.