"Sister-in-law, what do you want to say? Just say it!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Mrs. Xiao said: "I want to make peace with Na Risong."
"What?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, thinking she heard wrongly.
Mrs. Xiao said: "I am only nineteen years old, and I have just passed my twentieth year."
"There are still so many years to live in the future. I have seen through it all. I don't want to compete with a bunch of women for a man anymore. I'm tired." Mrs. Xiao said.
"I want to find a simpler, more ordinary man to live my life with."
"I don't want anything from him, as long as he is sincerely nice to me. What do you think?" Ms. Xiao asked Yang Ruoqing again.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "From a rational perspective, of course I agree with us women being self-reliant and living a life for ourselves."
"However, I would rather demolish ten temples than demolish one marriage."
"Whether you want to reconcile or make do with it depends on you in the end. As a bystander, I can't say too much," she said.
Mrs. Xiao nodded, with a hint of melancholy on her face.
"Even if we reconcile, we won't reconcile now. Narisong is in trouble now. As his married wife, I can't leave at this time."
"When this crisis is over, I will fly solo!" she said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "If you really make your decision, sister-in-law, then I will treat you to a drink to celebrate!"
Mrs. Xiao smiled and said, "Okay, but by then you can't call me sister-in-law anymore."
"I have my own name. My original name is Xiao Yaxue."
"My mother said that it happened to snow on the day she gave birth to me. My mother hopes that I can be as elegant as all the ladies."
"Haha, it's a pity that my father raised me as a boy and I can't be elegant anymore," she said.
Yang Ruoqing also laughed: "Who stipulates that girls must be elegant? Just do whatever you want and be happy."
"Well, that's right, just be happy!"
The two chatted happily, and a large pot of pots and bowls was put away without even realizing it.
Everyone dispersed.
Yang Ruoqing also returned to her small yard with Luo Fengtang.
As soon as she entered the door, she opened the closet door to get some clothes for bathing, when someone came from behind and hugged her.
"Hey, finally we are the only two left..."
He gently pressed his chin against her hair and let out a comfortable sigh.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and raised her hand to touch his face.
"How was the roasted leg of lamb at night? Is it authentic?" she asked.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Everyone praises you. Narisong said that he had never tasted such authentic roasted leg of lamb at the Naadam Conference." He said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and expressed that she was very happy.
"Then do you like to eat?" she asked again.
She feels very happy when she carefully prepares a sumptuous meal for her relatives, friends and the people she loves.
Luo Fengtang nodded again: "As long as it's made by you, Qing'er, I like to eat it."
"That's good, I'll cook it for you tomorrow, okay?" she asked.
"Okay, it's just that I'm hungry again right now..." he said.
"Ah? Aren't you full at night?" she asked.
He chuckled and bit her delicate earlobe: "Right now, it's you I want to eat..."
As soon as she finished speaking, her feet left the ground, and he picked her up, including her pajamas, and ran straight towards the big bed over there.
"Ah, I haven't taken a shower yet..."
She whispered sheepishly.
"Don't worry, do it first and then wash it!"
…
"hiss……"
Although the foreplay was done well, when something hot broke in, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"What's wrong? Still hurts?" Luo Fengtang asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly: "A little bit."
"It shouldn't be..." he said, confused.
"It's been several months since we got married, and I don't know how many times I've been here. Why does it still hurt as much as when I just broke up?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing is angry and funny.
I couldn't help but give him a look: "Think about it, I haven't had sex for a month, I must be feeling a little uncomfortable."
Luo Fengtang suddenly understood.
"Then I'll do it slowly and see if it feels better..."
He straightened his waist and moved slowly.
She frowned but still couldn't let go.
He had to stop and just put his hands on her sides, looking down at her.
"What should I do? Qing'er, if the pain is severe, I won't do it..."
That's what he said, but he really couldn't bear to come out.
Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.
Blushing with shame, he said: "There is another reason. It is probably because your... well, the model is larger than that of ordinary men. So, that's why I..."
Hearing her words, Luo Fengtang's eyes suddenly lit up.
But the next moment, he seemed to be trying to figure out what the smell was, and deliberately made a serious face.
"Daughter-in-law, your words make me happy and depressed at the same time!"
"What does it mean to be bigger than an average man? Is it possible that you have seen other men besides me?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and then she realized that she had just made a mistake. She quickly covered her mouth and rolled her eyes.
"You won't tell me, right? Then my husband will punish you!"
He said viciously on purpose, and his body suddenly stood up.
The dragon entered the sea and turned the abyss upside down.
"Well……"
She couldn't help but let out a low moan.
"You are good or bad..." she said.
The blow he had just made, although it still hurt, had awakened her body's instincts.
"Men are not bad, but women are not loving. This is what you said, wife." Luo Fengtang said.
Then, his rough and thick hands firmly grasped her waist and hit her again...
"Say or not?"
he asked while banging.
She couldn't bear the impact, and her body immediately softened.
"I said, I said..."
"It was me, Eight Sisters, and Xiao's sister-in-law who were chatting together, and everyone was talking privately..."
Luo Fengtang's head was full of black lines after hearing what she said.
"You women are together, why are you even talking about this?" he asked.
She even shared her men’s measurements...
Yang Ruoqing smiled apologetically and raised her little hand to touch his strong chest: "Hey, let's share our experiences..."
Luo Fengtang: "..."
"Don't worry, I didn't reveal your size. I guessed from the conversation between the two of them that you are bigger than their husbands..."
Seeing his appearance, she was afraid that he would be really angry, so she quickly added.
Luo Fengtang curled his lips, and a smirk appeared in his deep eyes.
"From now on, don't communicate with them about these things. If you want to communicate, let your husband communicate with you well, deeply, and fiercely!"
"I promise to communicate with you thoroughly!"
He perfectly combines words and actions.
With a turn of his big hand, he turned her whole body over.
Her clothes slipped off her body, revealing the perfect curves of her back and waist.
