"My lord, you are finally back."
Under the verandah, Lu Qing looked intently at the man in front of her who was much thinner and rougher.
He was wearing a green bamboo robe, holding their child in his arms and standing by his legs. The four father and son all had a pair of bright black eyes, and they all looked at him.
"Come in, it's cold outside." Lu Qing avoided his burning eyes, feeling warm in her ears.
After entering the house, Yan Fuguang handed over Brother Yu and Brother Jiu to the maid. Regardless of the sight of everyone, he held Lu Qing's hand tightly and led her to sit down beside him.
The heartbeats seemed to be transmitted to each other along with the held hands. At some point, the two hearts beat at the same frequency.
No more words were said. After dinner, the three children were left to stay, and the rest of the night was left to them.
The calluses on his hands became thicker, and this idea popped into Lu Qing's mind.
Hearing her snort, Yan Fuguang quickly moved his hand away, suppressing the hot thoughts rushing out and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Clothes were scattered in front of the bed. He looked down at his slender waist to see if it was scratched by his rough palms.
Lu Qing bit her lip, breathing increasingly hot breath on her sensitive waist. She suddenly arched her body, wrapped her arms around his neck, and climbed onto his broad shoulders.
She guided her hands upward, put her red lips close to his ears, and breathed softly.
The temperature inside the bed tent was hot and humid, and Yan Fuguang's kiss fell on her slender neck, gradually moving upwards, stroking back and forth on the corners of her soft lips.
Lu Qing's hand grasped his, their fingers intertwined and their palms touching.
"It doesn't hurt, I like it."
The sweet breath was exhaled, and the words were still captivating. Yan Fuguang's eyes darkened, he leaned forward and swallowed all the sweetness into his belly.
After struggling for a long time, Lu Qing lay softly in Yan Fuguang's arms. The fine hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin. She held Yan Fuguang's hand, lowered her head and kissed it.
No matter the calluses on it or the new little scars, she likes them all.
Yan Fuguang curled his lips and smiled softly, his palms itching from her kisses. He couldn't help but move and gently rubbed her face.
"How are you these days?"
There was a bit of hoarseness and ambiguity in his voice. After hearing this, Lu Qing hid in his arms.
After Yan Fuguang heard her say that he liked her, his big hands wrapped around her waist without restraint.
"hiss……"
Just now my mood was in place and I didn't care about anything. When the tide subsided, I realized that my waist and legs were sore.
Yan Fuguang paused, then the hand that wanted to cause trouble pressed her waist and started to rub it gently.
Lu Qing turned over and lay on his chest, enjoying his thoughtfulness.
"What did you do during the time I was away?"
“Getting through life with the kids.”
Yan Fuguang was not very satisfied, and suddenly thought of the letter again.
The force on her hand was a little too strong, causing her to moan softly before she quickly relaxed.
Reluctant to bully her, Yan Fuguang secretly sulked, but he was still angry and continued the massage.
After a while, when Lu Qing was drowsy, he finally couldn't hold it back and said unhappy: "You didn't think about me?"
He missed her whenever he had some free time.
Lu Qing closed her eyes and quietly raised the corners of her mouth, pretending to be asleep and not speaking.
Yan Fuguang stopped and squeezed the thin layer of soft flesh on her belly. It felt so good that he couldn't put it down and squeezed it again.
"Miss me? Huh?"
He insisted on asking clearly, and Lu Qing was so troubled that he opened his eyes.
Before he could continue to ask, she said angrily: "The prince misses me, and I miss you. If you don't, then neither do I."
After saying that, his little eyes flew over and glanced at Yan Fuguang's slightly stunned face, which seemed to have a bit of resentment.
Yan Fuguang loosened his hand, put it on her soft belly, rubbed it, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Lu Qing didn't want to answer, and moved to get off him, but Yan Fuguang wouldn't let him.
"What do you mean if I don't miss you, you don't miss me?"
He felt that he was unjustly accused, and even if he was a good and upright man, he couldn't bear it.
Lu Qing was sullen in his arms and muttered: "You wrote a letter to me, didn't I reply to you?"
He missed her once, and she missed him once.
If he didn't write and miss her, she could live with her children by herself.
Speaking of that letter, Yan Fuguang was still angry. He felt that he was now comparable to Dou E.
Holding her small chin and making her look at him, Yan Fuguang lowered his head and kissed her hard, then asked her: "Is that a reply? It's all about the child, not a word about whether he misses me or not, and doesn't care about me. Are you having a good time outside, are you sick, are you having a good rest..."
He was getting excited, and the more he counted, the more he felt aggrieved.
Suddenly, Yan helped Guang sit up and wrapped Lu Qing in the quilt on the other side. He covered himself with nothing and lay down with his back to Lu Qing.
In Beijing in May, the nights are still very cold.
Yan Fuguang intended to freeze himself to death in exchange for Lu Qing's reflection. He lay expressionless and said nothing, but in fact he kept his ears perked up to pay attention to what was happening behind him.
Lu Qing suddenly changed from reasonable to unreasonable, and she herself was confused.
I went through the conversation just now in my mind, and suddenly realized that I seemed to be a bit irrational.
People were out fighting and doing business. She should be more considerate. Why did she make people sulky? And he just wanted to hear a few nice words, and it wasn't that difficult. Why should she be serious? What to do if you make him angry? What should I do if I catch a cold?
After Yan Fuguang didn't notice any movement from Lu Qing, he began to regret it.
Am I being too unreasonable? I am such a big person and I can’t take care of myself when I go out? Why bother her? You were timid before, but now you don’t dare to talk to me. What should you do?
For a moment, both of them felt that they were the biggest villains in the world.
"It's my fault..."
"It's my fault..."
The two apologized in unison.
Yan Fuguang turned over to face Lu Qing, who stood up and hugged Yan Fuguang.
She put her hand on the man's back, patted him gently, and explained while kissing him: "I'm wrong, I miss you so much about the prince in the house, every day. I also made you some clothes and some pairs of shoes." , I originally wanted to ask someone to send it to you, but I was afraid of delaying the business."
Yan Fuguang felt extremely relieved. He also hugged Lu Qing, smelled the familiar fragrance in her hair, and admitted his mistake: "I was too stingy. I know you miss me, and I miss you too."
Lu Qing lifted up the quilt and covered him, kissed his eyes with a smile: "Then let's not quarrel, okay?"
Yan Fuguang was wrapped in the quilt by her, and all her anger disappeared, and her heart turned into a pool of spring water.
He bit her ear and whispered: "Don't make any noise, I miss you so much."
