As soon as Ling Yansen raised his eyes, he saw the little face against the edge of the door, staring eagerly at his woman. He quickened his pace, trotted up the steps, hugged her tightly, and kissed her lightly on her fair forehead.
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His big hands rubbed her thin back, and her delicate facial features wrinkled slightly.
"Why don't you wear more clothes? Although the temperature is high during the day, as soon as the sun goes down, the temperature drops back. You are not alone now, so you don't know any better!"
He scolded her, but it didn't mean he was scolding her. Instead, it was mostly pampering.
Qingwu listened to him nagging endlessly like an old woman, and she secretly despised him. She missed the old handsome man who cherished words as much as gold, spoke little and pretended to be deep.
For a while, she responded to his low and soft chattering. In order to save her ears, she had to stand on her tiptoes and offer her small mouth, sealing it with a kiss. But as you can imagine, the result was that Ling Yansen was suffocated.
Fang was willing to give up, staring evilly with a pair of eyes, blazing and pretending to be cool, with a stern face and a dog-like attitude, lecturing her to become more and more bold, and actually tried to use her pitiful beauty to make him shut up.
Qingwu touched her calloused ears and smiled. It didn't matter, as long as he would shut up.
The two of them were obsessed with each other for a while. From the place where they changed shoes in the hallway to the sofa in the living room, there were only about ten steps. It took these two obsessed with desire nearly half an hour before their buttocks touched the comfortable sofa cushions.
In the end, reason defeated the eagerness to act. Even though Ling Yansen was a man with strong restraint, he couldn't help but gasp. He lazily let go of her limp body, and smoothed his messy and sweaty short hair with his bony hands.
He fastened the loose button on the cuffs of his shirt, straightened her clothes, stood up, with a tall and handsome figure, and looked around, "Where's Sister-in-law Wu?"
"She said she didn't have any sour fruit at home. She was worried that I would be in a hurry to eat it, so she went down the mountain to the fruit supermarket to buy some." Qingwu took the sign from the book and looked at it for herself.
Ling Yansen was confused, there was clearly a fresh fruit aroma on his nose.
He moved to the dining table, saw a bright color, and frowned deeply. He pointed at the two baskets placed on the table, turned his head, and looked deeply, "Don't these have bayberries and lychees? Sister-in-law Wu is going to buy them.
What kind of fruit did you come back with after dark?"
Qing Wu was excited by the sight, but without raising her head, she said, "Oh, your mother sent someone to send it here. She said she was worried about my pregnancy and acidosis..."
"What?! My mother sent it?" Ling Yansen came to her side at some point and grabbed her wrist. His slender fingers pinched her tightly, but he still controlled the force steadily.
A chilling air pressed straight towards Qingwu, which made her stunned. Maybe it was painful from his pinch, or maybe it was habitual fear, and she was about to cry when her nose was sore, so she choked up.
"Ling Yansen, why have you suddenly gone crazy! Let me go, it hurts!"
Ling Yansen's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have just come back to his senses. He suddenly let go of his hand, hugged her tightly, and gently pressed the wrist he had just grabbed, which was red. A hint of guilt flashed in his ink-like eyes.