Hearing this, Jiang Zhilingshe covered her face tightly. She thought he wanted...
Before she could react, Song Yuzhou had already lifted up her skirt. Seeing the plump buttocks, Song Yuzhou's eyes darkened.
Song Yuzhou pretended to be calm, picked up the quilt, covered her buttocks, and placed his broad palms on her slender waist.
His hands are very strong, Jiang Zhiling discovered it last night.
As he massaged her, Jiang Zhiling felt a soreness.
"Hmm..." He shuddered unintentionally, causing Song Yuzhou's breathing to quicken.
With his considerate service, Jiang Zhiling's back pain was relieved.
"Comrade Yuzhou, your skills are really good. Don't you often help girls rub it?" Jiang Zhiling sat up and asked gossiping.
Song Yuzhou coughed lightly: "My brother has a bad waist, and I often massage it for him. Lesbian, you are the first."
Also the last one. Song Yuzhou added silently in his heart.
Jiang Zhiling said jokingly: "This strength is really good when you rub your waist. However, when you rub your chest, Comrade Yuzhou remember to be gentle next time. It still hurts now, do you want to rub it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuzhou's face turned red. He couldn't help but think of last night's emotions and stood up quickly: "You continue to sleep for a while, I will go to the army first."
With that said, Song Yuzhou ran away in a hurry.
Seeing his look, Jiang Zhiling covered her mouth and snickered.
"Is it that men in this era are so shy and reserved, or is my Comrade Yuzhou a special case?" Jiang Zhiling murmured to herself.
People in this era are ashamed to talk about love, and their minds are not as open as modern times.
She wanted him to fall in love with her. After all, only a marriage with love will last.
Not sleeping well, Jiang Zhiling lay down and fell asleep again after a while.
When I woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock.
Jiang Zhiling took out a bamboo-patterned cheongsam from the closet and put it on, applied cream and other skin care products before walking out of the room.
In the yard, Xixi was sitting on the ground playing alone.
"Xixi." Jiang Zhiling called out.
Hearing the voice, Xixi's eyes lit up, she quickly got up from the ground, opened her arms and ran towards her: "Mom."
In just one day, Xixi's mother screamed naturally, without any fear or anxiety when she first met her.
Jiang Zhiling caught her and dusted her body off.
"Don't sit on the ground and play, you know? There are little bugs on the ground. If they crawl on you, it will hurt." Jiang Zhiling warned gently.
Xixi nodded in understanding, Jiang Zhiling picked her up and went back to her room, choosing some clean clothes for her.
"A lot of clothes are a little short. It seems that I have to find some time to buy some on the street." Jiang Zhining murmured.
Men have no experience in raising children. When buying clothes, they usually buy the right size. But children grow up quickly, and their clothes may become shorter in the blink of an eye.
After changing her clothes, Jiang Zhiling helped Xixi tie her head into a bun, and then walked towards the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Zhiling asked softly.
Seeing her nodding, Jiang Zhiling prepared to cook. But I forgot that I didn't go shopping in the morning, and there weren't many ingredients at home.
After thinking about it, she used the only eggs to make fragrant egg fried rice.
When Song Yuzhou returned home, he saw one large and one young eating fried rice with eggs with relish.
"The troops have a break at noon?" Jiang Zhiling was surprised.
"Yeah." Song Yuzhou said, putting down the food brought from the canteen.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiling asked with a chuckle, "Are you afraid that we two will starve to death?"
Song Yuzhou looked slightly unnatural, but he still said yes.
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Jiang Zhiling said proudly, "Try the rice I fried."
Jiang Zhiling said, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.
Looking at the spoon she had used, Song Yuzhou lowered his head and took it in his mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Jiang Zhiling was full of expectation.
"tasty."
"Of course." Jiang Zhiling was proud, her eyes shining with light.
Song Yuzhou didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
With her here, he suddenly felt that this place felt like home.
Seeing that they were not hungry, the soldiers hurried over and Song Yuzhou left.
In the evening, when Jiang Zhiling and Xixi were playing catch in the yard, Song Chen and Song Ye returned home carrying their schoolbags.
"Xiao Shen Xiaoye, you're home." Jiang Zhiling greeted them with a smile.
Song Ye looked at his brother subconsciously, but Song Chen seemed not to notice and walked past her indifferently towards Xixi.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiling was stunned for two seconds.
Song Ye looked at Jiang Zhiling cautiously, worried that she would get angry, but saw that her expression was as usual, with no intention of getting angry.
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ye's heart dropped.
Automatically ignoring what happened just now, Jiang Zhiling looked at Song Ye: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Anything is fine." Song Ye's eyes sparkled. He really liked the food cooked by Jiang Zhiling.
"Mom, fried rice, fried rice." Xixi ran over jumping.
Seeing her expectant look, Jiang Zhiling rubbed her hair and said, "Okay, you and your brother will play first, and I'll make fried rice."
"Okay." Xixi cheered.
Waiting for Jiang Zhiling to leave, Song Ye asked expectantly: "Sister, what kind of fried rice is it? Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." Xixi clapped her hands and said happily.
Song Chen stared at Jiang Zhiling's back, wondering when she would reveal her fox tail.
In the afternoon, Jiang Zhiling took Xixi to buy some carrots, corn, and some meat.
So in the evening, she made Yangzhou fried rice.
When Song Yuzhou returned home, he ate steaming fried rice.
There was a family sitting at a small square table.
After eating a good meal, Song Chen and Song Ye consciously helped.
Jiang Zhiling didn't stop her. She felt that such a big child should do housework.
When the two finished their housework and walked to the main room, they saw Xixi holding an oversized peach and gnawing hard with her little rice teeth.
Song Ye's eyes widened, and saliva filled his mouth.
Jiang Zhiling came to them with the big peach she took out from the space: "You two are very good, and this peach is to reward you."
Song Ye was about to take it, but Song Chen stopped him: "Xiao Ye."
Song Ye quickly retracted his hand.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhiling pretended to be pity: "Don't like it? That's such a pity. You guys play, I'll take a shower first."
Jiang Zhiling stood up as she spoke, put the peach on the table, and then returned to the room.
Seeing her leaving, Song Ye took his hand and said, "Brother, I want to eat."
Xixi put down the half-eaten peach, picked up two big peaches on the table, and ran to them: "Brother, eat it, it's delicious."
Looking at Song Ye and Xixi's expectant eyes, Song Chen finally took the peach.
When he took a bite, Song Chen was shocked: this was the sweetest peach he had ever tasted.
The child, who was still a little defensive at first, started eating with big mouthfuls.
Jiang Zhiling stood inside the door, watching this scene, and said softly: "What an awkward kid."
Seeing Song Chen's defensive look, Jiang Zhiling felt a little sick. Just because he has the shadow of her childhood.
When she returned to the main room, the three children had already eaten the peaches. Xixi was sitting there playing with small stones, Song Chen and Song Ye were doing homework there, and the time was quiet.
Jiang Zhiling walked forward and when she passed by Song Ye, she suddenly said, "Xiao Ye, something is wrong here."
Song Ye raised his head nervously, his big dark eyes full of anxiety: Will she be as cruel to him as their teacher?
It was just a roar, but no appearance.
"The example sentence here uses an anthropomorphic rhetorical device, treating the bird as a human being. And the rhetorical device used in your sentence is a metaphor..."
A warm and moist voice came from his ears. Song Ye looked at her profile and his eyes suddenly became moist.
