"Okay, it's sewn. I'm going to take a shower. Go to bed and lie down quickly. Don't get cold!"
Yang Ruoqing stood up, put the sewn clothes on the cabinet next to the bed, then opened the closet door to look for clothes to change into for bathing and a clean menstrual belt.
Luo Fengtang said: "I'll help you drain the water."
While taking a shower, Yang Ruoqing kept thinking about the three things she heard earlier. In the end, she made up her mind. If Qi Xingyun confessed to her at that time, it would be better for her not to tell Tang Yazi.
In this way, there will be no gap between their monarchs and their ministers.
After taking a shower and returning to the house, Luo Fengtang had already lied down on the bed obediently.
There is an orange melon lantern beside the bed. The light is soft and warm, making people feel warm all over.
Luo Fengtang lay flat on the bed, with his arms behind his head and his eyes staring at the ceiling of the tent in a daze.
When he saw Yang Ruoqing opening the curtain and coming in, his eyes followed her.
It's cold, so there are two quilts on the bed.
The red satin one is hers, and the green one is his. Both quilts are embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
These were the two items in her dowry when they got married, such festive bedding and satin, and she had several more beds in the cabinet!
She got into her quilt, lay down and covered herself up.
Luo Fengtang looked sideways at her lying down, chuckled, lifted her quilt and got in too.
"What are you doing under my quilt? Go back to your own quilt." Yang Ruoqing laughed and said.
Luo Fengtang said: "Why do we need two quilts? In the past, we used to build one bed."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Isn't this menstruation? It's inconvenient, so it's better to sleep separately."
As she spoke, she moved inside and turned sideways.
He hugged her from behind, his warm and strong chest pressed tightly against hers.
"It's precisely because you're menstruating and your hands and feet are afraid of cold that you need me as a human flesh heater even more."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand from behind, and while hugging her tightly, his other big warm hand gently covered her soft belly.
Massage her gently and gently...
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "I feel good. It turns out that my men can do this. Not bad, not bad. In the future, when I am disarmed and return to the field, I will find a way to make a living."
Luo Fengtang shook his head directly: "No, I just rub my wife's belly."
Yang Ruoqing felt extremely comfortable. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his massage. The two of them talked intermittently.
She felt so comfortable that she gradually became sleepy.
But he didn't feel so good.
How could he bear it when he was in his prime, having his beloved wife in his arms, holding it in for several months?
This night is really about to explode.
I can only rub her body a few times, scratch her itches, and make cakes to satisfy my hunger.
Then I sighed silently in my heart. If I had come back two days earlier or come back a few days later, I wouldn't be able to see and touch it but not eat it. It's really tormenting.
Several times, he couldn't help but grab her hand and wanted to use her hand, but when he saw her sleeping profile, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Qing'er had her period today. She had been in pain for so long during the day, and her body must be tired.
He just wanted his wife to have a good night's sleep so that she would be full of energy during the day tomorrow.
After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Fengtang tried his best not to think about, look at or touch his wife, and slept like this for the whole night.
The next morning, when Yang Ruoqing woke up, she felt full of strength.
I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time, it must be because he is back.
Reaching back, he found that the place where he had slept was already empty.
This guy never stays in bed? Even on the second day of his wedding, he didn't stay in bed, he was so energetic!
"Auntie, where is Tang Yazi? I haven't seen him in the front or back yard."
Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen to help Wang Cuilian cook breakfast and asked casually.
Wang Cuilian said: "I woke up early in the morning and cleaned the yard. Later I sent Chen'er and Baobao to school. I think they should be back soon."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and looked into the pot, "Auntie, what are you going to do in the morning? I'll help you."
Wang Cuilian said: "Boil the porridge, steam the steamed dumplings inside, and put some noodles on it."
Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves: "Then I'll roll the dough."
Wang Cuilian was right. When breakfast was almost ready, Luo Fengtang came back from outside.
There were still dewy grass clippings on the shoes, and my head was a little damp.
Yang Ruoqing quickly brought a dry handkerchief over to wipe his hair, "The dew is really heavy this morning. Are the children's hair and clothes also damp?"
Luo Fengtang said: "Don't worry, I'm wearing a hat and a cloak. I took it off when I arrived at the school gate."
He said, handing over the cloak.
Yang Ruoqing took it, shook it a few times, and then took the cloak to the yard to dry it.
After breakfast, Luo Fengtang went back to the house, changed into smart short clothes and came out.
Yang Ruoqing was drying her family's shoes in the yard and was surprised when she saw him dressed like a working man.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "Last night I was having dinner at my father-in-law's house. I saw a lot of cotton stalks piled up in the yard, and I hadn't had time to bundle them into firewood targets."
"Are you going to help my parents pack firewood targets?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
He nodded sharply and walked out, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.
"You have finally returned home and haven't had time to have a good rest, so don't go. It will be the twelfth lunar month in a while, and my parents will be focusing on bundling firewood targets at home. I will just go and help. "She said.
I silently apologized to Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi, parents, please forgive me, Tang Yazi is my man, I have to feel sorry for my man.
Feeling her concern, Luo Fengtang felt very happy.
Compared with those daughters-in-law of other families, when a man marries a man, he wants to find an extra job for his parents' family. He is driven to work at his father-in-law's house every day, and he has to come back to his own house to eat.
After such a comparison, my daughter-in-law is really nice, she cares about the man so much.
"It's okay, I'm not tired, I have some free time now," he said.
"For me, things like tying firewood are not a big deal. Sitting there, basking in the sun, feels comfortable. Just follow me!" he added.
Yang Ruoqing saw his posture and knew she couldn't stop him.
"Okay, then I'll go bundle it with you. Just wait, I'll go back to the house and get two pairs of gloves."
As she said this, she turned around and walked into the house, but was held back by Luo Fengtang.
"Just grab a pair and I'll tie them up. Don't do anything. You're not done yet. You need to rest more." He said with concern, glancing at her abdomen.
Yang Ruoqing blushed, but her heart felt sweet.
"It's not tiring to work with men and women. Besides, your wife and I are not one of those delicate young ladies. Things happen every month, so I'm not that fragile."
"Just wait, I'll get the gloves and I'll be right back!"
