It's been a long time since anyone held her like this. The familiar embrace and the familiar breath made Yang Ruoqing feel like she was in a dream.
And the same goes for Luo Fengtang.
He stretched out his hand and tightened his arms around the soft woman in his arms, smelling the fragrance in her hair, well... it also had a faint smell of oil smoke.
But the smell of oil fume not only did not disgust him, but actually made him happy.
This also shows that he is really back, not a dream.
Over the past year, this scene has appeared in my dreams countless times.
Yang Ruoqing came to her senses first. She raised her head and looked at him, "Aren't you supposed to be with my father and his friends next door? Why did you come to this house?"
Today, he is the protagonist, the kind that attracts all the stars.
Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes and looked at her face. He couldn't bear to look away for a moment. His voice was calm and endearing: "I feel flustered when I can't see you."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and gave him a quick look.
He also joked: "I have been working hard for a year, and I have experienced so many big and small things. Why do I just go back to my original shape and become an idiot when I start talking?"
Her playful eyes made him feel happy, and most of the fatigue from the long journey was gone.
He grabbed her hand, put it to his mouth and kissed her...
"Yeah, don't kiss!"
She let out a low cry, retracted her hand like an electric shock, and put it behind her back.
He looked at her confused.
Is this Qing'er's punishment for not returning home for a year and not letting him kiss his hand? Moreover, she had not been seen in the crowd before. It seemed that the first thing he saw when he dismounted was her...
Thinking of this, his eyes felt a little aggrieved and even more uneasy.
Seeing his expression, Yang Ruoqing immediately guessed that he must be thinking wrongly.
She raised the corners of her lips and quickly explained: "When I heard Xiao An say you were back, I ran so fast that I dropped the fish in my hand and rushed outside at a sprint speed of 100 meters."
"I originally thought that after you dismounted, I would be the first one to shake hands with our national protector general,"
"But I raised my hand and saw, oh no, the scales of the fish I cleaned up earlier were still on my hands, and it was so fishy. I had to run back to the house quickly to get some soap and wash it carefully three times, but the fishy smell was so bad. It’s really stubborn, but there are still residues…”
Before he finished speaking, the hands behind his back were held by him again.
"Really? I'll smell it," he said.
He grabbed her hand and put it under his nose, then sniffed it gently, and when she wasn't careful, he kissed her hand again.
He looked at her with a smile, "My Qing'er's hands smell good even if they are not washed for ten days. I like them."
Even for a person as shameless as Yang Ruoqing, she couldn't help but blush when she heard such compliments with her eyes closed.
She curled her lips, raised her eyebrows, and gave him an appreciative wink.
The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy and shyness, just like the peach blossoms blooming in March, which made him almost lose his soul.
The sexual desire that had been suppressed for a year suddenly started to burn up. He suddenly picked her up and turned around to go to the big bed over there.
By the time Yang Ruoqing realized his ultimate goal, she had already been placed on the bed, and she was pressed down before he could even take off his armor.
This familiar feeling of being pressed made her cheeks turn red.
Feeling his big hand directly hit her chest, she quickly raised her hand to touch his chest. The chest under the armor was very strong.
"Don't..." she said.
His breath was a little chaotic and heavy, and his big hands were still ravaging the softness under her clothes. He looked at her: "I've been holding it in for a year, and I'm really panicking..."
She was also so excited that she was out of breath. To be honest, she also thought about it.
Seeing her hesitation and flirtatious look, he couldn't control himself even more. He wished he could rub her right down to her bones and love her fiercely.
He leaned down and placed thin and dense kisses on her cheeks and neck...
Biting her delicate earlobe lightly: "I'll make a quick decision..."
Yang Ruoqing's almond-shaped eyes were slightly closed, enjoying the pleasure, and her rationality was gradually slipping away.
Just when the two of them were about to get down to business, footsteps suddenly came from the yard outside, followed by Xiao Hua's voice.
"Sister, are you in the house? My mother asked me to come over and ask you something." Xiaohua shouted.
Yang Ruoqing quickly pushed Luo Fengtang away, turned over and sat up. While arranging her clothes and hair in a panic, she tried her best to reply in a calm voice outside: "Here you are, what's going on?"
Xiao Hua said: "My mother said that all the other dishes were burned, and now only the fish is left."
"Mom asked, should she make do with the boiled fish, or should you do it?"
Because Yang Ruoqing had done everything by herself from picking fish to slaughtering fish and then slicing the fish. Because she said that she would make a wonderful boiled fish to reward Luo Fengtang, so Mrs. Sun did not dare to neglect that fish. Fish, send Xiaohua over to ask.
Before Yang Ruoqing had time to answer, a man behind her who was on the verge of an arrow came up to her again.
He held her waist and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let mother-in-law and the others do it..."
Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at him and said, "The dishes on the table are all cooked by them, and I also want to show off my cooking skills to you."
Luo Fengtang understood her thoughts, his eyes were filled with emotion, he retracted his hand and sat up.
In fact, what he wanted to eat most at this moment was not boiled fish, but her.
But he is not a messy person. If Qing'er has this heart and this behavior, he must cherish it.
Here, with his tacit approval, Yang Ruoqing, who had tidied her clothes, came to the window and said to the little flower outside: "Go and tell our mother, I will find a set of clean clothes for your brother-in-law and let him take a bath first." Just go over there.”
After sending Xiao Hua away, Yang Ruoqing turned around and started looking for clothes for Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang got out of bed, came behind her, and watched her tiptoeing in front of the closet to get clothes for him.
This wardrobe was made before they got married. When designing the wardrobe, she drew the drawings.
The design is excellent, and the two of them, as well as the children, have their own exclusive wardrobe.
He came up from behind and hugged her, gently resting his chin on her shoulder.
Go home feeling good.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then freed up a hand to gently stroke his head, as if a mother was stroking her son.
"Good boy, let's take a shower and change clothes first. The banquet will start soon," she said.
"Yeah, okay." He nodded, stood up straight, took the clothes she handed over and entered the bathroom.
After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around and asked her, "Where are my daughter and Dazhi?"
From the time I got off the horse to this moment, I was anxious and looking forward to having a good intimate relationship with my wife first, and the children were thrown aside first, feeling ashamed.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said with a smile: "Both of us have gone to school."
Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, "Don't they know I'm coming back today?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "I know, your daughter stayed at home and didn't want to go to school, so I kicked her out of school."
"I told her that unless the school is on holiday, or the family is short of staff and cannot leave, or she is not feeling well, she is not allowed to be absent from school for no reason, so she is reluctant to go to school. When she leaves, , and complained that I was unreasonable, and that my mouth was so pouty that it could hang a grease can."
