Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The two hugged for a while, neither of them letting go.

Cheng Min pressed her face against Chang Kun's chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, her ears burning hot.

Chang Kun looked down at her. Her long, loose hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the dim light softened her features. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, a mixture of shyness and joy on her face.

He reached out and pinched her chin, gently lifting it up.

Cheng Min met his eyes, and there was a fire in them that made her heart tighten and her breathing become erratic.

"What are you looking at..." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, and she was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

His large, smoky mouth pressed against her lips, giving her no chance to escape.

Cheng Min made a "hmm" sound, put her hands on her chest, and tried to push him away, but she had no strength in her hands. Instead, it seemed like she was trying to refuse him.

Chang Kun put one arm around her waist and ran the other hand through her hair, pulling her into his arms and kissing her more and more deeply.

Cheng Min was so overwhelmed by his kisses that her mind went blank. Her hands somehow climbed up his neck, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder.

Without blowing out the lamp, Chang Kun reached out and lowered the curtain, the dim light filtering through the thin gauze, casting indistinct shadows.

The two fell into the bed. Cheng Min was pinned down by him, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed. She turned her face away, not daring to look at him.

Chang Kun lowered his head and bit her ear, his hot breath hitting her earlobe. Cheng Min trembled all over, her face turning red from her earlobe to the base of her neck, and even her breathing became trembling.

"Turn off the lights..." Her voice was as soft as water.

Chang Kun wouldn't listen. He reached out and turned her around. Their eyes met, and Cheng Min's heart stopped beating under his gaze. Her chest heaved, and she bit her lip, her eyes filled with shyness and timidity, like a frightened fawn.

That night, the two of them stayed up very late.

Chang Kun is young and strong, and with the support of the system, his physical strength is unbelievable.

Cheng Min was tossed and turned by him, from head to foot of the bed, from the blankets to the floor, until her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

She bit her pillow, her voice hoarse. At first, she whimpered softly, then couldn't help but plead in a tearful voice, "I won't come... I really won't come..."

Chang Kun wasn't about to stop. He put his arm around her waist and whispered something in her ear. Cheng Min's face turned even redder. She reached out to cover his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her down on the pillow.

The autumn insects chirped outside the window all night, and the moon climbed from east to west, its silvery light streaming in through the window.

Inside the tent, shadows were blurred, with only the intertwined breaths of two people lingering for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Min finally lost even the strength to beg for mercy. She collapsed limply onto the bed, her hair scattered across the pillow, her eyes red and swollen, like a kitten that had been badly bullied. Chang Kun

Only then did he call it quits and reach out to pull her into his arms.

Cheng Min nestled against his chest, weakly biting his shoulder, leaving a faint tooth mark: "You...you're not human..."

Chang Kun chuckled softly, resting his chin on the top of her head and gently stroking her back.

Cheng Min was exhausted, her eyelids were so heavy she could barely lift them, but her heart was full, as at ease as if she were soaking in warm water.

She snuggled into Kun's arms, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, mumbled something, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Chang Kun held her close, smelling the soap scent in her hair, listening to the autumn insects chirping outside the window, and felt a sense of peace he had never known before.

Cheng Min said she was willing to risk everything for him. Such words were more powerful than any sweet talk, making it hard for him to control his emotions, which is why he went through all this trouble.

I reckon my wife will be in pain and swelling for the next few days.

The next morning, Cheng Min was still fast asleep. Chang Kun knew she was exhausted from the night before, so he said goodbye to his parents and went out.

Zhang Quhun took leave yesterday and came to work very early today. When Chang Kun found him, he was eating a cornbread.

Upon seeing Chang Kun arrive, he mumbled "Brother Kun" and quickly swallowed the cornbread in a few bites.

"Brother Kun, have you eaten?" Zhang Quhun's eyes kept glancing at Chang Kun's face, a hint of nervousness in them.

He knew that Chang Kun's visit must be about his marriage to Xiao Cui.

Chang Kun took out a cigarette, handed one to him, lit one for himself, and took a couple of puffs before speaking: "Cricket, my mother went to Xiao Cui's house yesterday."

Zhang Quhun's cigarette trembled slightly. His eyes were fixed on Chang Kun, his lips moved, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Xiao Cui's mother has relented." Chang Kun didn't keep them in suspense and directly stated the conditions one by one.

"A bicycle is a must, as you agreed beforehand. Two sets of bedding, two sets of clothes, one for autumn and one for winter, at least four tables for the banquet, and a bride price of sixty-six yuan, for good luck."

He paused, then added, "Also, you'll have to move in with Xiao Cui. After keeping a little for personal expenses, give the rest of your salary to Xiao Cui to manage. Keep some food for your father, but don't worry about the rest; her family is afraid your Zhang family will try to get involved."

After listening, Zhang Quhun remained silent for a long time, not even noticing that a piece of his cigarette had burned down and ash had fallen onto his trouser leg.

"What's wrong?" Chang Kun glanced at him. "You think it's too much?"

Zhang Quhun suddenly snapped out of his daze and shook his head vigorously: "Not much! Not at all!"

He put a cigarette in his mouth and used his free hand to count on his fingers, "I've already prepared the bicycle, and the bedding and clothes will be enough after saving up for a few months. Four tables for the wedding banquet, and a bride price of sixty-six, that's nothing..."

He paused, his voice lowered, and his eyes reddened: "Xiao Cui has even given up her reputation for me. Forget this dowry, even if it were ten times more, I would accept it."

Chang Kun looked at him and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This kid is usually a bit simple-minded and silly, but when it comes to serious matters, he's absolutely decisive.

"Okay, that's good enough." Chang Kun patted him on the shoulder. "But have you calculated how much all of this adds up?"

Zhang Quhun paused for a moment, counted on his fingers for a long time, and the expression on his face slowly changed from firm to worried.

A bicycle is a big purchase, costing over a hundred yuan.

Bedding, clothes, plus the wedding banquet and betrothal gifts, all added up, it would cost at least two hundred yuan.

Although he has saved a little money during his time working, it is still far from that amount.

"Brother Kun, I... I don't have that many on hand." Zhang Quhun lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"It's okay, I can borrow some. I can borrow some from the security team, and if I save it up for a year, I should be able to raise enough."

Chang Kun waved his hand: "Come on, go ahead and ask someone for money. Who isn't struggling these days? Don't think about such nonsense. I'll lend you the money first."

"Brother Kun, I... I'll write an IOU!" Zhang Quhun hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

He was also afraid that things might change if he delayed because of the loan, and if Xiaocui's mother changed her mind again, then things would be difficult.

"That's right!" Chang Kun patted him on the shoulder. "I'll bring the money over later!"

He originally intended to give the money directly to Zhang Quhun; it was only a couple hundred yuan, which he could easily earn by taking down a few wild boars on the mountain.

But then he thought about it again. While the village's food shortage was a matter of life and death, he still had to take responsibility for Qu Hun's marriage.

Lending money is fine, but not giving it away for free.