Um? Jiang Zhiling looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Being a mother is tiring. Do you regret marrying me?" Song Yuzhou said slowly.
Looking at his look, Jiang Zhiling knew that he heard what she just said.
"The reason why I am tired now is not because of taking care of children." Jiang Zhiling explained.
Song Yuzhou didn't speak, just looked at her.
Obviously, he didn't believe the truth of this statement.
"You also know that I grew up in the city, and I am quite delicate. No, I am a little tired after doing some work." Jiang Zhiling replied with a delicate smile.
Hearing this, Song Yuzhou looked serious: "I will take care of the housework. Just take care of Xixi. I will take good care of her at home."
"Okay." As she spoke, Jiang Zhiling reached out and hugged his waist, and Song Yuzhou's body suddenly straightened.
She pressed her little face against his chest, listening to the heart beating fast inside.
Jiang Zhiling raised her head, rested her chin on his chest, and responded with a smile: "Marriage is between the two of us. If you treat me badly in the future and don't love and care for me, then I will regret marrying you."
Her voice was gentle and affectionate, and Song Yuzhou's heartbeat skipped two beats because of her.
His broad palms hugged her slender waist, Song Yuzhou's deep eyes reflected her appearance, and said with seriousness, "I will be good to you."
"If you can do it, I won't regret it." Jiang Zhiling responded with a chuckle.
Song Yuzhou bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Without any lust, it was like a stamp, it was his promise.
Before Jiang Zhiling could say anything, Song Yuzhou bent his knees, then picked her up and strode towards the room.
Jiang Zhiling hugged his neck: "What are you doing in broad daylight?"
"When you are tired, go back to the house and rest, and leave the rest to me."
While he was talking, Song Yuzhou carried her back to the room and gently placed her on the bed.
After covering her with a quilt, Song Yuzhou turned around and went to take care of Xixi.
Jiang Zhiling looked at his tall back with a smile in her eyes. Marriage is for two people, and both husband and wife have to spend time working on it.
"Hurry up and drink the spiritual spring water." Jiang Zhiling thought, and immediately entered the space to drink the spiritual spring water to relieve her fatigue.
Her exhausted body slowly regained strength, and the heavy feeling dissipated as she drank two bowls of water.
As for what Song Chen said, Song Yuzhou didn't ask. He believed his wife.
If you love her, you should trust her.
When Song Chen returned home at night, he expected to see a cold war between Song Yuzhou and Jiang Zhiling, but instead he saw the two of them acting as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, Song Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At night, Jiang Zhiling and Song Yuzhou were doing a life harmony movement.
"pain."
The experience of the two people was greatly reduced. Because when you put it on, there is a layer of diaphragm, which eliminates most of the refreshing feeling.
Although it was uncomfortable to use, Song Yuzhou insisted on using it.
Because Jiang Zhiling was already wronged by marrying him, he didn't want her body to suffer the slightest harm.
In the small room, the moonlight quietly shone into the room, and only two bodies on the bed were tightly entwined.
The hearty game was temporarily over, Jiang Zhiling lay softly on the bed, her body covered with traces of love.
Song Yuzhou went to clean up the condom, and Jiang Zhiling suddenly felt a strong pain.
The pain was strong and unfamiliar.
Jiang Zhiling's body bent slightly, her hands covering her abdomen.
"Ah." Jiang Zhiling cried out in pain.
Song Yuzhou's ears were sensitive. Hearing the sound, he quickly stepped forward and turned on the bedside lamp.
"What's wrong?" There was a hint of nervousness in the cold voice.
"My stomach hurts so much." Jiang Zhiling felt severe pain and covered her lower abdomen hard.
Through the light, Song Yuzhou saw that her delicate little face was now pale, and dense cold sweat appeared on her temples.
When Song Yuzhou touched his hand, it felt cold and his heartstrings tightened instantly.
"I'm going to find a doctor." Song Yuzhou said. Just as he turned around, his clothes were caught.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhiling said with difficulty, "No need to call the doctor."
"No, you look very bad." Song Yuzhou looked serious.
"I, I must have dysmenorrhea." Jiang Zhiling said slowly, and she felt the warm liquid flowing down.
Hearing this, Song Yuzhou was puzzled.
"I'm on my period. It's a few days that every woman goes through every month. Do you have any sanitary napkins at home?"
After hearing this explanation, Song Yuzhou finally understood: "I'll buy it."
Song Yuzhou stroked her head soothingly, and then quickly put on her clothes.
His movements were quick, as if he were on the march and faced an emergency.
After getting dressed, Song Yuzhou quickly left the room, not forgetting to close the door thoughtfully to prevent the wind from blowing into the room and hitting her.
Jiang Zhiling was so painful that she could not speak. In modern times, she had no experience of dysmenorrhea. My stomach just feels stuffy every time, and my back hurts when I’m very tired from work.
The increasingly severe back pain and abdominal pain now make it almost difficult for her brain to think.
"It seems that this body is very weak. It needs to be recuperated another day." Jiang Zhining murmured to herself.
At the same time, Song Yuzhou rushed all the way to the store and woke up the store owner who had fallen asleep.
After buying two packs of sanitary napkins, Song Yuzhou ran all the way back home.
Jiang Zhiling took the sanitary napkin. Although it was not as exquisite as the modern ones, it was at least useful and she was not picky.
When she went to the bathroom to change into sanitary napkins and came back, she saw that Song Yuzhou had already changed into sheets.
Seeing her, Song Yuzhou walked over quickly and carried her to bed.
"How are you now?" Song Yuzhou asked with concern.
"Sanitary napkins don't relieve pain." Jiang Zhiling responded softly, her body soft and weak.
Seeing her pale and weak appearance, Song Yuzhou felt distressed: "How about I call the doctor to come and take a look."
Jiang Zhiling shook her head: "No, the doctor can only prescribe painkillers. By the way, is there a hot water bottle?"
"Yes, wait for me."
Song Yuzhou said and immediately ran out of the house. When he came back again, he had a small thing in his hand.
Jiang Zhiling took it and looked at the hot water bottle made of something like plastic, her eyes full of surprise.
Not caring much, Jiang Zhiling placed the hot water bottle on her abdomen.
As the heat slowly spread throughout her body, Jiang Zhiling's pain finally eased.
"Much better." Jiang Zhiling said softly.
Song Yuzhou sat on the side of the bed and looked at her, suddenly thinking of something.
"I'll be back as soon as I go." With these words, Song Yuzhou left the room.
Aunt Jiang Zhiling was in pain and did not think about his words.
Song Yuzhou left home, ran all the way to Liu Zhilan's house, and knocked on his door.
"Is there something wrong, Commander Song?" Platoon leader Li Chunmao asked sleepily with his clothes on.
"Brother Chunmao, I'm looking for my sister-in-law."
Li Chunmao was stunned for two seconds, and then called Liu Zhilan to come out.
"Captain Song, what do you want from me?" Liu Zhilan asked in confusion.
"Yes, I would like to ask my sister-in-law for advice..."
When Jiang Zhiling was about to fall asleep from the pain, someone came into the room. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Song Yuzhou's tall figure blocking the light.
"Drink this first." Song Yuzhou said in a low voice.
"what?"
"Brown sugar water." Song Yuzhou cherished the words like gold.
With Song Yuzhou's help, Jiang Zhiling sat up and leaned softly against him.
Song Yuzhou held her in one hand and held the brown sugar water Liu Zhilan taught her to cook in the other.
Jiang Zhiling took a sip and said in surprise: "There are ginger and red dates in it. Do you still know this?"
"Well, I just asked sister-in-law Zhilan to teach me how to cook it." Song Yuzhou answered truthfully, "Drink it while it's hot."
Jiang Zhiling's nose was sore. She had grown so big, but no one had ever taken care of her so carefully.
"Okay." Jiang Zhining smiled brightly and continued to drink brown sugar water.
In order to live up to his feelings, Jiang Zhiling drank all the wine, and a warm current flowed in her belly.
The original pain was relieved a lot.
"Thank you. It's very late. You have to get up early tomorrow. Go to bed quickly." Jiang Zhiling said softly.
"Okay." Song Yuzhou got on the bed, lay beside her, and hugged her from behind. Slender arms fell on her waist, and broad palms fell on her belly.
"What to do?" Jiang Zhiling asked softly.
"Rub your belly."
