Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, looked at the water in front of her, and deliberately pouted: "My hands are sore, I can't lift them up..."

A smile flashed in Luo Fengtang's eyes, "Hey."

"My neck is also sore and I can't stretch it long..."

Her coquettish behavior in the middle of the night made Luo Fengtang a little stunned. After being stunned, the smile in his eyes became a little deeper.

"It doesn't matter if your neck is sore. There are ways to treat your husband," he said.

The light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed, and Yang Ruoqing saw him suddenly leaning down.

As soon as he pinched her chin and lifted it up, his lips covered her without any warning.

Prying her lips and tongue apart, warm hot water flowed into her mouth.

After a bowl of water was fed in this way, her cheeks turned red, her eyes were watery, and her body was as soft as a spring water.

As for him, his breathing was a little heavier. He gave her water, but his mouth was dry and his mind was wandering.

"Daughter-in-law, are you still sleepy?" He put down the bowl, pulled her into his arms and asked.

A pair of big hands caressed her back, rubbing her smooth skin inch by inch.

Yang Ruoqing had already lost all sleep.

Years of sword practice had worn out a thin layer of calluses in his palms. Now he was rubbing her back, causing flames to hit wherever his fingers touched...

She shook her head and looked up at him with her arms around his neck.

Her long hair has already fallen loosely around her waist, with a few strands falling in front of her body, and her pink bellyband is full...

"I'm not sleepy at all, what should I do?" She looked at him with a smile.

Luo Fengtang buried his head, gently touching her forehead, and slid his fingers to her waist to hook up the bellyband, and his hot breath blew in her ears: "Since you can't sleep, let's do something

Things that keep me awake..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and pressed her under him.

The curtains fell one after another, like the petals of peonies tightening one by one, covering the beautiful spring light inside...

Facts have proven that "love" can relieve tense and depressed emotions to a certain extent.

Through that kind of venting of body and mind, you can release your own negative emotions.

Yang Ruoqing slept deeply and soundly, and when she woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

She got up and washed up, and Luo Fengtang just came back from outside.

"I overslept again." She said to him sheepishly.

Wang Cuilian and Tuoba Xian are also good-natured and tolerant. If they were a mother-in-law like Tan, her daughter-in-law would not be able to sleep in.

Luo Fengtang came over, grabbed her hand, rubbed it in his palm, and said with a smile: "You have to live in the present, sleep more when you are tired, combine work and rest, and don't have to stretch yourself so tightly."

Last night, he knew that she was feeling depressed, so she wanted to get him to do something else to vent her anger.

No matter what the reason is, as a man, he still likes her to take the initiative to make requests in that regard.

This shows that she needs him and he is willing to oblige.

"Come on, I'll take you to have something to eat." He took her hand and said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and said, "It's almost noon, I can just eat two meals together."

Luo Fengtang deliberately darkened his face, "Three meals a day, no meal should be missed. Let's go, eat a little to fill your stomach."

Seeing a look of reluctance on Yang Ruoqing's face, Luo Fengtang leaned over and wrapped his arms around her knees, lifted her up and walked towards the door of the house.

Yang Ruoqing was startled and put her hands on his chest: "What are you doing? Where are you going to carry me?"

Luo Fengtang said without changing his expression: "I'll carry you to dinner."

Yang Ruoqing was anxious, "Don't do it. Do you want to live if the elders see you? Hurry up and put me down!"

Yang Ruoqing absolutely couldn't hug and hug each other in front of the elders. She was so exhausted that she held hands.

Luo Fengtang stopped, but still held her in his arms and looked down at her.

Yang Ruoqing said again: "Put me down and I'll go to the kitchen to eat. Is that okay?"

"That's good." Luo Fengtang smiled and blinked before putting her down.

She gave him an angry look and went straight to the backyard stove.

After breakfast, she told Luo Fengtang and went to her parents' yard next door.

Yang Huazhong had just come back. A pair of shoes stained with dirt were placed at the door of the hall. In the hall, he sat there drinking tea. Mrs. Sun stood aside, holding two pieces of clothes that he had changed into, both of which were also stained with dust.

"Dad, Mom." Yang Ruoqing greeted them and came to the table to sit down.

Dad looked like he was not coming back from the fields. He must have gone to the mountains to help bury Xiu'er.

"Xiu'er has been buried. The cemetery is near your uncle's newly moved cemetery." Yang Huazhong talked to Yang Ruoqing and Sun while drinking tea.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other and nodded silently.

Yang Ruoqing remained silent, so Sun asked Yang Huazhong: "Is there a coffin?"

Yang Huazhong nodded, "When we came back from town yesterday, we stopped by the coffin shop in town to say hello. The shopkeeper and the craftsmen rushed out to make a small coffin last night."

Mrs. Sun nodded.

"It's just that we were in a hurry and it was delivered before I had time to paint it." Yang Huazhong added.

Mrs. Sun nodded again. She was indeed hasty and unprepared. Who would have thought that a perfectly fine first birthday party could turn into such a tragedy!

"Don't mention anything about Xiu'er from now on, especially in front of Qing'er's grandma. They are getting older and this blow is really too big." Yang Huazhong warned again.

Mrs. Sun nodded again, "Don't worry, we know what's going on. By the way, is there any news on Li Xiuxin's side? I heard that she had a miscarriage and is still at the hospital in town?"

Hearing Li Xiuxin's name, Yang Huazhong frowned. He put down the tea bowl in his hand and said, "I don't know. Anyway, when we came back yesterday, she was still unconscious."

"Even if she wakes up, I'm afraid she won't have the shame to go back to Changping Village."

Sun said: "But grandma Qing'er should have made up her mind as to how to spend her time, right?"

Yang Huazhong said angrily: "Of course the old Yang family can no longer want that kind of woman. Even if she seeks death and survival, it will be useless. How can she compensate for the lives of her two children? I will not hesitate to send her to the government to imprison her.

Sitting on the bottom and wearing it is the last trace of love that Yongxian gave her."

Mrs. Sun could only let out a long sigh.

Yang Ruoqing still didn't speak, but she felt vaguely that Li Xiuxin wouldn't give up just like that.

Because she now has two children, and after experiencing great grief and despair, she should have two choices:

One: Go completely into despair and go crazy.

The second type: She becomes more hysterical and has no scruples. She is already in the abyss and doesn't mind dragging more people along with her.

No matter which one it is, it means that Li Xiuxin's life is completely ruined and she has gone crazy.

"No matter what, if we meet Li Xiuxin in the future, we should try to be careful, she is too dangerous!" Yang Ruoqing warned, this was the second sentence she said since entering the room.
Chapter completed!