Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Li Su'e waved the palm-leaf fan in her hand, creating a whistling breeze, but the breeze was hot. When it blew on her face, it only dried the sweat in layers, which then reappeared. It did not bring any real coolness.

Her thin floral blouse was soaked with sweat, making it slightly transparent, and the fabric clung to her collarbone and chest area.

It outlines the two warm curves below, the collar is slightly open, revealing the deep shadow in the middle, which is particularly clear in the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

She didn't really notice it herself, but she felt stuffy, so she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and shook her hand.

When Zhou Haibing turned his head and saw this scene, he felt as if something was gently pinching his throat.

His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He felt his throat was dry and wanted to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

Li Su'e noticed his gaze, looked down, and her face immediately turned bright red.

She whirled around, one hand covering her chest, the other pulling up her collar, her voice urgent and shy, carrying her characteristic soft and flustered tone:

"What are you looking at! Don't look!"

She had her back to him, her shoulders slightly hunched, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The moonlight didn't penetrate, but the light from the kerosene lamp cast a blurry golden-red edge around her silhouette as she turned away, making the thin layer of sweat-dampened marks appear glistening.

She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her fingers gripping the edge of her collar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Zhou Haibing walked over, his steps very light.

He gently reached out from behind and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her body tensed slightly, but she didn't pull away.

His palm was pressed against her lower abdomen, and through the thin fabric, he could feel her heartbeat quickening slightly due to her earlier nervousness and shyness.

Her stomach rose and fell with her breath, and his palm was pressed against that rising and falling spot. He could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her thin skin, one beat after another, as fast as if he were holding a rabbit.

His chin rested gently on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and soft, as if he were coaxing something that might run away if startled:

"You're my wife now. What's wrong with me looking at my wife?"

Li Su'e's body slowly softened in his arms.

She symbolically twisted her waist, her voice still carrying the lingering shyness from before, but it had softened somewhat, as if she were cooperating with a tug-of-war where both knew the outcome:

"The door isn't closed yet... what if someone sees us?"

Zhou Haibing glanced up at the doorway; it was open, and he could see a blurry, dark gray outline outside.

He looked away, his voice tinged with amusement:

"It's so late, everyone's already asleep, who could see?"

His hand lingered on her lower abdomen for a moment, then slowly slipped inside her clothes.

When his fingertips touched her skin, her body jerked violently—

That patch of skin, soaked with sweat, felt damp and warm to the touch, smooth like a piece of silk just pulled from warm water.

Delicate, soft, and slightly warm, the skin is covered with a thin layer of dampness, as if it has just woken up from a pleasant afternoon nap and is not completely dry.

When his hand traced the curve of her waist, she let out a soft "hmm," as if she couldn't help but let it slip, and then quickly pursed her lips.

His hand slid up along the waistline, past the rise and fall of the ribs, and stopped on the two soft, warm mounds.

An indescribable sensation came from my palm—

It felt like holding a pair of plump, resilient fruits that had just been pulled from warm water.

Through the double barrier of thin cotton fabric and the thin layer of sweat underneath,

The warmth seeped through the fabric, pattering into his palm, carrying a temperature emanating from deep within her body, completely different from the sweltering night air outside.

Li Su'e shrank back slightly, and her voice became even softer, as low as a mosquito buzzing in someone's ear:

"Wait... wait a minute, your sister seems to be coming out..."

Before the words were finished, a soft creaking sound came from next door; the sound of the door hinges turning was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Then came the soft thud of the door closing and then shutting again, followed by a series of footsteps—

It wasn't big, but it steadily walked this way.

Zhou Haibing immediately withdrew his hand, the movement as swift as the ripples left by a dragonfly skimming across the water, which were smoothed out by the next gust of wind as soon as they spread.

Li Su'e quickly straightened her collar and then pressed her palms against the outside of her clothes to smooth out the wrinkles.

Then he picked up the palm-leaf fan next to him and began to fan himself casually, shaking the fan a little faster than usual, as if trying to cover up some strange rhythm.

She even coughed in a mock manner, cleared her throat, and then put her hand behind her head to smooth her hair, pretending to be fanning herself to cool off.

Zhou Haiqing's voice came from the doorway, a tone that was characteristic of someone who had been woken up by the heat while sleeping with a child, a mixture of languor and irritability:

"Big brother, sister-in-law, are you asleep yet?"

Zhou Haibing walked to the door and saw Zhou Haiqing standing in the night, wearing an old jacket, holding a palm-leaf fan in one hand, and rubbing his eyes with the other.

Her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, and beads of sweat covered the tip of her nose, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

His whole body shimmered with a layer of water in the dim light, as if he had just been pulled out of the water and hadn't been dried yet.

The back of the jacket was soaked, clinging to the spine, and a thin groove could be seen.

She was wearing a cloth shoe on her other foot, with the heel not even inside the shoe, just dragging it on the ground.

"We're still awake," Zhou Haibing said, looking at her. "Why aren't you asleep either?"

Zhou Haiqing fanned herself vigorously twice, the breeze from the palm-leaf fan lifting and lowering the stray hairs from her forehead.

"It's so hot! I sweat as soon as I move in bed, and the bamboo mat is scalding hot. I can't fall asleep no matter how much I toss and turn."

As she spoke, she fanned herself twice more, like a little dog wilted by the sun, its tail drooping.

"I want to come out and cool off for a bit before going back to sleep."

As she spoke, she peeked into the room and saw Li Su'e sitting on the edge of the bed fanning herself, then quickly withdrew.

"Sister-in-law isn't asleep either?"