Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao sent Zhu Zirui to his home.

Lou Xiao'e quickly stuffed fifty yuan into his hand, her eyes full of concern.

"You are a grown man, but your pockets are cleaner than your face. How can you go out with the nerve?" she chuckled.

Zhu Zirui was stunned and quickly declined, "Sister E, I feel embarrassed if you keep doing this.

I gave the money to your son, and now you come with the interest.

How can I face my nephew in the future?"

He scratched his head sheepishly as he spoke, a shy smile on his face.

Lou Xiao'e smiled even more deeply, "You love your nephew, so naturally I, as your sister, should love you a little bit too.

We are all family, so don’t be so formal.”

Xu Damao, who was standing by, also came forward, patted Zhu Zirui on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Ruizi, listen to your sister, let's not do those useless things between us."

Zhu Zirui felt a warm current in his heart after hearing this, so he stopped insisting and replied with a smile: "Okay, then I will respectfully obey your command.

I'll keep the money for now, but sooner or later your kid will get away with it."

After saying this, he seemed to turn back into the carefree boy he was, bounding into the house, leaving behind a string of cheerful laughter echoing in the air.

June is a gentle and sunny season. It should be a time when the streets are filled with laughter and joy. However, due to the special atmosphere of the time, it has been given an unusual tranquility.

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao, the couple.

They rode a bicycle together and slowly returned home in the afterglow of the setting sun. The scenery along the way seemed particularly warm because of their journey home.

The door was locked tightly, blocking out the disturbance from the outside world.

Only the tranquility of the courtyard remains.

Inside the house, the two of them were busy in tacit understanding, taking care of the daily chores one by one.

Until everything returned to calm, leaving only each other's breath flowing slowly in the air.

After washing up, Lou Xiao'e sat in front of the dressing table and carefully performed her pre-bedtime care.

She looked in the mirror with a pretty face and smiling eyes, as if she could dispel the fatigue of the day.

Xu Damao stood aside, his eyes full of tenderness and longing for his wife.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and gently hugged Lou Xiao'e from behind, whispering, "Wife, ever since we had a son, we've been like having an affair, and we've always been messed up by that brat.

This time, the brat doesn’t dare to come back.

We should enjoy our time together.”

Although Lou Xiao'e was startled by his sudden action, she felt more sweetness and understanding in her heart.

She turned around and looked at Xu Damao, "I haven't finished yet, can you wait for me for a while?"

Xu Damao smiled and shook his head, "No. Wife, you are already beautiful enough.

We can afford to do it once or twice."

It would be a sin if we don’t do something useful during this beautiful time.”

After hearing his "nonsense", Lou Xiao'e couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Oh, Damao, I think... my period has come." She said while gently covering her abdomen with a playful smile on her face.

When Xu Damao heard this, he immediately looked anxious: "Why is she here at this time? Doesn't she know something's wrong?

Really, one after another, they choose this time to mess up my good things."

As he spoke, he let go of Lou Xiao'e and took two steps back angrily.

Lou Xiao'e couldn't help laughing at his appearance, and almost laughed out loud, "It's just a few days, just bear with it and it will pass."

Xu Damao responded with a bitter face: "But in a few days, my son should be back.

By then, it will be difficult to have a moment of peace and quiet.

That kid seemed to be born to be against me. In the middle of the night, he was either crying for water or wanting to pee.

Wife, sometimes I really feel that you love him much more than I do."

Lou Xiao'e had already finished the matter, but after hearing what he said, she wanted to argue with him.

"Xu Damao, my son is mine alone?

Or did I bring it from my mother's home?

It is my son's misfortune to have parents like us.

Look at any child who sleeps alone in a room at the age of two or three?

Besides, this kid of ours is so worry-free.

He can talk and walk earlier than other children.

Not to mention her appearance, everyone who sees her can't help but praise her as being pretty.

I just love money a little bit, that's all!"

Xu Damao was also happy when he heard it, and continued: "Yes, it is worry-free.

I’m just afraid that this kid will develop a lustful problem again.”

When Lou Xiao'e heard this, she rolled her eyes at him, "Lewd? That's just up to you, it's natural!"

After saying this, she sighed deliberately, "I don't know what kind of wife my son will marry in the future."

Finally, Xu Damao figured out, based on the time, that his wife was just teasing him!

It's true, the aunt can endure it happily, but the uncle can't hold it back!

He picked up Lou Xiao'e like a chick, threw her on the bed, and turned off the light with a click.

The night is alluring, and the warmth in my heart cannot be suppressed.

It was dark in the room, but the atmosphere was like ripples on the water, one wave after another, making people's hearts tremble.

There was an unusual tension and anxiety in the air in late August.

In the streets and alleys, wherever you look, big-character posters are popping up like mushrooms after a rain.

The red and black words interweave into an invisible net, covering every corner.

Slogan banners are hung high, flyers are fluttering in the wind, and every word seems to be telling of the changes of the times and the coming of the storm.

The young players, wearing bright red armbands on their arms, moved among the crowd, their slogans resounding through the sky, inspiring fear in people's hearts.

The common people looked at each other with mixed emotions in their eyes, including confusion, worry, and even a bit of fear.

The wave of "Destroying the Four Olds" swept in, and this force was like a violent storm, ruthlessly attacking the old order and concepts.

Lou Xiao'e witnessed all of this happen with her own eyes.

She stood in the crowd, her eyes closely following the neighbors who were caught in the center of the storm, with mixed feelings in her heart.

As waves of shrill cries pierced the sky, they were the last wails of despair uttered by the people whose homes had been ransacked.

They were like sharp blades, cutting Lou Xiao'e's heart again and again, making her shiver and feeling an indescribable sadness and fear in her heart.

She thought to herself that if her parents had not gone far away to avoid this catastrophe, she would probably have become one of the countless cries at this moment.

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao turned and left the noisy street, their steps seemed a little heavy.

Every step seemed to carry the weight of history, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

They knew that the old city was undergoing an unprecedented transformation and they were just bystanders.

After returning home, Lou Xiao'e sat quietly on the sofa.

She wondered, what could she do for those innocent people?