轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！Ning Yuan watched him eat, smiled, and then started to eat big bites too.

Although material things were scarce in this era, chicken, duck, fish, meat, and greens were all very organic. Without technology and harsh living conditions, the taste was excellent!

After finishing dinner, Rong Zhaonan took the initiative to boil water, while Ning Yuan took a bath and washed her hair.

When Rong Zhaonan finished showering and came in, he saw Ning Yuanshu sitting comfortably by the window, wiping her hair.

"Aren't you going to copy books tonight" Rong Zhaonan asked.

Ning Yuan languidly shook her head. "No, I'm too tired today."

She reads and copies books every day because too much time has passed, and she has almost forgotten her textbooks.

I used to type on my phone and computer all the time. Now, I can read and understand many words, but when I try to write them down, I sometimes forget how to spell them.

But today she really had no energy—going into the city to sell cured meat, going out of the city to fight.

Rong Zhaonan watched the girl half-leaning on the windowsill. He turned around and poured her a glass of water.

Ning Yuan took the water, but suddenly pulled out red medicine and balm from behind her back and beckoned to Rong Zhao Nan, "Let me treat the wounds on your face."

Rong Zhaonan waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry about it, it's just a scratch."

"No, that won't do. Your face is so beautiful, it would be a shame to leave a scar." Ning Yuan disagreed and stood up, pulling him back down into his seat.

After much deliberation, Rong Zhaonan ultimately couldn't refuse.

Looking at the oil lamp, Ning Yuan carefully bent down, gently treating the wounds on his face.

He narrowed his eyes, realizing this girl truly liked his face — simply liked his face.

This discovery left Rong Zhaonan feeling a strange mix of emotions. He was strangely pleased, yet slightly annoyed at the same time.

"The work group came down today, they didn't do anything to you, did they" Ning Yuan said while applying red salve, still looking a little worried.

Rong Zhaonan lightly said, "It's nothing."

He beat up Chen Chentong, the leader of the work group, single-handedly.

It's kind of fate, this fake couple both got into a fight today.

Ning Yuan finally let out a sigh of relief and threw away the cotton swab: "That's good, I knew Li Yan wasn't that kind of reckless person."

He is not a good husband nor a very good father in life.

But overall, he has always been a good and upright officer who would never abuse his power for personal gain.

Rong Zhaonan raised his pale eyelids and glanced at her: "You seem to know him very well."

Ning Yuan opened the bottle of Tiger Balm and hesitated.

Then, she casually said: "Former Vice Secretary Li often came to our village to help with farming and studied with us young educated youths, so he knows us quite well."

"I noticed you rarely use titles like 'Vice Secretary Li Yan' or 'Li Yan, the Secretary,' I thought you two used to date." Rong Zhaonan pulled at the corner of his lips.

Ning Yuan bit her lip, unconsciously increasing the pressure of her hand as she rubbed the bruise on his forehead: "Don't talk nonsense, Dr. Rong!"

She doesn't want to have anything to do with Li Yan anymore.

But after decades of living together, she still couldn't bring herself to speak about him in the voice of a stranger.

Rong Zhaonan let out a soft sigh and mumbled, "Ugh...I know, just be gentle."

She didn't say much, but she was furious and took revenge on him.

Looking at Rong Zhaonan's handsome face, he frowned. With the red at the corners of his eyes, which he was born with, he actually looked a little wronged.

I suddenly felt like pinching Ning Yuan's cheek.

She was taken aback and immediately reflected on and criticized herself—filled with tears, and her face was flushed crimson, her breaths coming in shaky gasps.He suddenly, involuntarily tightened his grip on her slender waist. A corner of her clothes flew open in the comm...