Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 432 Soft and sweet (two more)

It must have been the rush and hard work of the past two days, and I ate raw sweet potatoes, so I was stimulated.

No matter how good an inn is, it can't compare to your own home.

At home, there is hot tea and hot rice.

Stomach pain, drink a bowl of brown sugar ginger water to moisturise.

Deep in the inn, it's freezing cold.

If this stomach hurts like this, how can I go to work for my father?

She shook her head darkly.

The body is the capital of revolution.

This is true!

A sweet smell drifted into the nostrils.

She wrinkled her nose, brown sugar water?

Turning his head, Luo Fengtang had already brought a bowl to the bedside.

"Qing'er, come, drink this while it's hot."

he said.

Yang Ruoqing took the bowl he handed over and glanced at the brown sugar water and the few red dates floating in it.

surprised.

"Tangyazi, why did you buy these?" she asked.

She just told him briefly and vaguely about the next month's affairs.

He didn't give him any information on nursing matters during his menstrual period.

self-taught?

impossible!

hear her ask.

His face flushed red.

"I bought tissue paper from that, and it happened to be received by the proprietress. I couldn't help it, so I asked her a few more questions..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

He has a heart!

"Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you asked her about women?" she asked in a low voice.

He grinned.

"Hey, as long as you get better soon, nothing else matters!" he said.

She gave him a deep look.

Without saying a word, he lowered his head and took a sip of the brown sugar water.

"The first time I brewed this stuff, I didn't know how much to put in it. Is it sweet? Can I add more sugar if it's not sweet enough?"

he asked, his eyes full of doting.

She nodded slightly.

"Sweet, very sweet..."

From her mouth, all the way to her heart.

There, a gorgeous flower bloomed.

"Qing'er, are you lying?" he asked suspiciously.

"If it's sweet, then why are you crying? It's definitely not sweet!" he said.

When he got up, he was about to get the candy again, but she was dragged by her.

She looked up at him.

There were tears, but there was a happy smile on the corners of his lips.

"Fool, it's really sweet, I was crying!" she said.

She doesn't like to cry.

Crying is a sign of the weak.

Even if my father was arrested and taken away quickly, the family was in chaos.

She was questioned and condemned by everyone.

She didn't shed a single tear.

But now, she was crying.

Tears can also be a sweet catharsis.

Seeing her cry and laugh again, Luo Fengtang was stunned.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help raising his hand to touch his forehead.

She took a step forward and stuck her head over.

lips, gently covering his mouth...

Grind finely and gently toss.

Her small tongue slipped into his mouth...

During her years as an agent, her training covered all aspects.

Among them, there is a piece of tune and affection.

She never used it on him.

Just because she likes to watch his clumsy and jerky performance.

But at this moment, she was moved.

This is the sweetness she gave him.

Her arms were like snakes, wrapping around his neck.

Let his body move closer to his side and continue to deepen this 'sweet' kiss...

……

This isn't the first time the two have kissed.

For Luo Fengtang, it was the most shocking one so far!

He felt himself floating all over.

Ride the clouds and ride the fog, flip and fight in the clouds!

Her lips are so soft.

Also so sweet.

The blood all over his body boiled.

Blue veins protruded out of the fingers supporting the bed board.

until her lips left.

He was still immersed in that wonderful feeling, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Seeing his face flushed red as if he was drunk, she couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

"How's it going? I just said the sugar water is sweet, right? You've tasted it now, haven't you?"

Her voice brought his thoughts back to reality.

His nostalgic eyes were still fixed on her alluring red lips.

Hanhan nodded: "Sweet, really sweet, soft and sweet!"

Soft and sweet?

She couldn't help laughing again.

This smile tugged at his stomach.

The knife inside was wringing hard again.

"Oh, don't make me laugh, my stomach hurts when I laugh!"

She pressed her stomach with one hand and frowned.

Luo Fengtang became nervous again.

"Okay, I won't talk, you quickly drink the sugar water."

"The proprietress said, you can't catch a cold right now!"

Watching her finish drinking the sugar water in one breath, he was relieved.

He took the bowl and put it aside, held her shoulders and made her lie down.

"Sleep well, and when you wake up, I'll go out to buy food," he said.

"Hmm!" she nodded.

"Sleep at ease, I'm not going anywhere, I'll be with you in the house." He said again.

She smiled slightly.

The eyelids gradually sank.

This time, she slept soundly.

When I woke up, the pain in my stomach had eased a lot, and my spirit had recovered a lot.

Just as she was about to call out to him, there was a rustling sound in her ears.

Occasionally, it is accompanied by the sound of water splashes.

She was surprised and turned over slightly.

Across the tent, he was squatting in the middle of the room with his back to her.

There is a wooden basin at his feet, and he is holding a piece of clothing in both hands and washing his head there...

Thinking of something, Yang Ruoqing reached under the pillow subconsciously.

The dirty trousers that she had hidden were gone!

Is it—

Is that what he is scrubbing in his hands?

ooh...

She pulled the quilt to cover her hot face.

After a while, he couldn't help but put his face out and glanced outside.

His tall body squatted by the tub, rubbing his hands together.

Seeing that movement from behind, it was clumsy and jerky!

She tilted her head, but looked at it with relish.

In the past life, she came back to this for the first time.

I don't know how to use my aunt's towel.

Compared with girls of the same age, during menarche, there is a mother to comfort and teach by hand.

But she has to learn how to use it from the computer.

She has dysmenorrhea.

Every time it hurts to the death.

She thought she was strong, but at that time, she still longed to have someone by her side who would take care of herself and take care of herself.

Even if you don't do anything, just stay there quietly.

now.

She lived again.

Menarche again.

When something happened at home, my mother couldn't stay by my side.

But because of him.

The favor and care she received far exceeded her expectations.

Just looking at it like this, before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

When she opened her eyes again, the lights were already on in the room.

"Qing'er, are you awake? How are you feeling now? Does it still hurt?"

She just rolled over and made a little movement.

He leaned over to the bed and asked anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing stretched.

"It's eighty percent!" she said.

"There is still [-]% of the good!" He frowned.

She smiled: "Not so fast, the remaining [-]% ​​will be fine tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)