After kissing her for a while, Mu Wanqing stopped squirming and let him play around with her.
After taking a bath, Wen Zhan wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her out.
He took clean pajamas from the cloakroom, put them beside the bed, then turned and walked away: "You go to bed first, I'll go and take a quick shower."
His trousers were still on his legs, now all wet and sticking to his skin.
Otherwise, he would continue to serve her until the end and help her get dressed.
"Hmm..." Mu Wanqing's voice was like a gnat, and she got into the quilt and wrapped herself up.
It wasn't until the man returned to the bathroom that she took a deep breath and quickly climbed out to get dressed.
When she lay down again, she stared at the ceiling, completely ignoring her physical discomfort.
The two of them had been at odds for so long, and she had been living in separate rooms in the guest bedroom for so long—that kiss just now was like all of it was resolved.
How should we face him when he comes out later?
My mind was in confusion and before I could figure it out, the bathroom door rang and the man came out with heat all over his body.
She could only close her eyes immediately and pretend to be asleep.
Wen Zhan walked over and glanced at her with moist eyes. It was obvious that she was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't reveal it.
It was too late today, she was sick and uncomfortable, and she was very tired.
Get a good sleep first.
After these busy days are over and the old man's funeral affairs are settled, they will be able to have the time to talk about this.
So, he didn't say anything, he just turned off the light silently, pulled back the quilt and lay down in it.
In fact, there was an inexplicable desire in his body to turn around and hold her in his arms.
The death of his grandfather was a pain in his heart that could not be healed in a short time. He also wanted to have spiritual support and someone to comfort him.
But she was also afraid that this rash approach would make her nervous and defensive, or even frightening her to get up and leave.
She longed for it for a while, until sleepiness surrounded both of them. Half awake and half asleep, he turned over and got closer to her.
Mu Wanqing, who was about to fall asleep, noticed in her hazy consciousness that the man was moving closer to her.
The nerves tightened instinctively.
Fortunately, he just turned over normally and made no other movements.
Her tense nerves slowly relaxed and she fell asleep...
At night, Mu Wanqing woke up.
Although she was very sleepy and tired, she had to get up, otherwise her breast glands, which had just been unclogged a little, would become even more clogged due to the engorgement of milk.
The children were not in the master bedroom, so she quietly moved outside in the darkness.
Unexpectedly, a worried and hoarse tone suddenly came from behind: "Where are you going?"
She was startled and looked back at the bed, "Breastfeeding..."
"What do you have to worry about when you're sick? Just leave it to your confinement sister-in-law."
Knowing that he didn't understand anything, the woman explained awkwardly: "You have to feed him, otherwise I will suffer again, so you can continue to sleep."
Wen Zhan was too tired these days. While talking to her, he fell asleep again and muttered: "Come back after feeding..."
When Mu Wanqing opened the door and went out, these words were still echoing in her ears.
He was mumbling, not as cold and strong as he was when he was awake during the day, but instead had the ignorant and stubborn look of a little boy acting coquettishly.
After feeding the baby, she really came back.
Moreover, as soon as she lay down on the bed, she was dragged into the man's arms and hugged her. She didn't know if he had been awake and waiting for her.
Mu Wanqing was so frightened that she lost all sleep. She looked up at his silhouette in the darkness, not daring to breathe.
Fortunately, after he hugged himself, he made no further movements, and soon his breathing became low and steady, and he fell asleep.
It can be seen that he is also very tired and sleepy.
In the darkness, the woman slowly relaxed.
At this moment, I actually felt a little sympathetic and felt sorry for him.
If he sincerely repented, treated himself kindly, and paid attention to his family in the future - could she really let go of her divorce plans and stay with him?
The two hugged each other, and during this sleep, they both slept until they forgot about time.
In the early morning, Aunt Zhou got up and settled the children. She looked at the clock on the wall and then at the master bedroom on the second floor. She was in a dilemma.
She knew that this was a good opportunity for the two of them to repair their relationship and should not interrupt it.
But I was thinking that my wife’s mastitis was still not cured and she slept for three or four hours without getting up to urinate. What if it got serious again...
After hesitating for a while, she was really worried. When she saw her brother crying, her confinement sister-in-law was feeding the little guy warm breast milk. She got up and took him over, deliberately taking the little guy upstairs and wandering outside the master bedroom.
Young Master, cry, cry, cry louder...
Aunt Zhou prayed in her heart.
In the room, Mu Wanqing had not slept so soundly for a long, long time.
When she heard the child's cry, her first reaction was that she was dreaming.
Later, Wen Zhan suddenly woke up, shook his body, raised his head and asked, "Is the child crying?"
Mu Wanqing was hugged by him and woke up now. When she raised her head and met his gaze, she was instantly embarrassed and overwhelmed.
"Wow...wow——"
Fortunately, the baby's cries in the outer corridor got louder and louder. It didn't take her a few seconds to react, "It's my brother's cry. It's already dawn, so he must be hungry."
She sat up and left the man alone, hurriedly about to get out of bed, but then she made a move, then "hissed" again, and her body froze.
Seeing her hunched over and motionless, Wen Zhan immediately frowned: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
"No, it's okay... Go open the door and let the confinement sister-in-law bring the baby in." She endured the heavy pain, ordered the man, and hurried to the bathroom.
She covered it with a hot towel, kneaded it gently, and let the baby suck on it - she prayed that it could be resolved, otherwise, she would have to suffer the lingering pain last night again.
When she heard the child's voice coming in, she turned around and went out.
When Aunt Zhou saw her, she smiled happily and ambiguously, "I know you are sleeping soundly, so I shouldn't have disturbed you, but the little one is crying too much and doesn't want to be coaxed."
Mu Wanqing didn't dare to look at Aunt Zhou's narrow eyes and took the child to the chaise longue.
As a result, after struggling for a long time, the child's crying continued intermittently, and she was almost in tears from the pain.
Aunt Zhou knew it at a glance, frowned and sighed: "Is it blocked again?"
Mu Wanqing felt miserable.
Her whole armpit now hurts, and it's difficult to lift her arm.
Seeing that she was holding back the discomfort and still wanted to try to continue feeding her, Aunt Zhou advised: "Cover it with a hot towel first, and then let Third Young Master help you when you feel better. You are strong and can easily control your strength."
Mu Wanqing was stunned when she heard this, and turned to look at Aunt Zhou who was standing on the side of the imperial concubine, with a puzzled look on her face: "He...helped me?"
"Oh, it's just...what's the shame? In the past...there were no prolactinologists or breast pumps. When this happened, my husband would help..."
The old aunt was someone who had been there before, so she had a thicker skin. After saying that, she made a pouting gesture and said, "That's it, it works!"
boom!
There was a bang in Mu Wanqing's head, her whole body was petrified and her cheeks were burning.
She would rather continue to be tortured by the prolactinologist than let Wen Zhan give it to her...
But Aunt Zhou didn't care about this. When she saw the male master coming out of the bathroom, she turned around and said to him: "Third Young Master, go and help my wife. Women have to suffer when breastfeeding. Please help her get it off quickly. Don't let the fever get serious." stand up."
Wen Zhan was equally confused.
He is neither a doctor nor a prolactinologist, so how can he help?
