The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 73 Rough Girl

Huang Yanqiu thought Gao Qinghe hadn't heard her clearly, so she repeated it.

"I mean, it hurts when we do it, you know?"

Gao Qinghe nodded to indicate that she understood, touched the tip of her nose, and asked curiously:
"Are you in a lot of pain?"

Huang Yanqiu nodded, then shook her head.

"It hurts at first, then it hurts less, but it still hurts at the end."

However, by Huang Yanqiu's standards, not bleeding is not considered an injury.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you so you won't be scared when you sleep with someone in the future."

She casually plucked a blade of grass, saying, "It'll only hurt for a little while, it'll be over soon."

soon?

"How fast?" Gao Qinghe asked with a serious expression.

Huang Yanqiu didn't think much of it and did the math. "Three minutes?" Maybe even less?

Gao Qinghe nodded knowingly, "If it's the first time, three minutes is normal."

Huang Yanqiu said, "This is the second time."

The system wanted to complain but was forcibly silenced by Gao Qinghe's consciousness.

"Qiu, are you scared?"

Although she didn't want to admit it, Huang Yanqiu nodded slightly.

No matter how fierce she looks, she's just a woman who has just come of age.

Education about faith was extremely scarce in this era.

In the first year of junior high school, the school will separate boys and girls for a separate physiology class, but the specifics are up to the students to figure out on their own.

At home, parents would never bring up this topic.

If it's brought up accidentally, everyone will be on high alert.

Even someone as outspoken as Huang Ying becomes hesitant and stammering when discussing these matters with her children.

Fortunately, Gao Chongyi insisted that his wife communicate with the girl in the family.

So when Gao Qinghe got her first period, she was just a little nervous and found it troublesome to change toilet paper every day.

Meanwhile, the girls in the same class didn't even know to buy toilet paper, instead using their notebooks as pads, filled with anxiety.

Huang Yanqiu was the same.

When she got her first period, she ran to her and said she was going to die, asking her to take care of the little bird they had picked up together.

Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the leg injury Zheng Laowu had suffered on their first night of marriage.

She originally didn't want to care too much about Huang Yanqiu's affairs.

But looking at the rough-looking girl in front of him who was making a flower wreath for him...

A touch of pity arose within me.

"Actually, there are ways to reduce pain, or even eliminate it completely, and achieve a more comfortable experience."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yanqiu's eyes lit up instantly.

Her eyes were already large, and the contrast between her wheat-colored skin and the whites of her eyes made them suddenly widen, which looked a bit scary.

It felt like being stared at by an angry bull.

Gao Qinghe thought to herself, "This is bad."

But Huang Yanqiu didn't give her a chance to back down. She threw down the firewood on her shoulder and pressed down hard on the handlebars of the bicycle.

Tell me, I don't want pain, I want comfort!

Huang Yanqiu's eyes were so determined, it was as if she were about to strap on gunpowder and blow up a bunker.

Gao Qinghe swallowed hard, looked around, parked her bicycle on the stone bridge, and pulled Huang Yanqiu down to the bottom of the bridge.

There is a river under the bridge.

With the bridge piers blocking the view, you can't see inside from any direction.

Under Huang Yanqiu's tense gaze, Gao Qinghe said, "Take it off."

Huang Yanqiu obediently did as she was told, glancing left and right, her tone hesitant, "And then what?"

With her back to Gao Qinghe, she gave the order: "Do it."

Huang Yanqiu exclaimed in surprise, "Hand?"

Gao Qinghe: "Yes, hands." Only by understanding the specific situation can we know what the most comfortable way is.

Half an hour later
Huang Yanqiu carried firewood and strode home with an imposing air.

Excitement gleamed in her eyes. "No wonder, no wonder."

No wonder the older women in the village would smile knowingly when they talked about this topic.

It turns out they all knew, and they were secretly hiding such an important secret.

A secret that can lead people to paradise.

Remembering what Gao Qinghe had told her, Huang Yanqiu was no longer afraid of the coming of night.

Not only was she not afraid, she was also a little excited.

She wanted to try, she wanted to take control of her own life, and she wanted to stop feeling pain.

As for Zheng Laowu, he only deserves to be a dog kneeling on the ground licking rice!
Gao Qinghe watched as the figure quickly walked away, seemingly having discovered something new and interesting.

I couldn't help but hold my forehead.

Huang Yanqiu has an amazing ability to understand.

But what he said was really too rough!

However, seeing how determined she was, she sincerely hoped that she could find a little sweetness in her bitter life.

This night was destined to be an extraordinary one for Zheng Laowu.

No one knows exactly how he was extraordinary except for himself.

The villagers suddenly discovered that Zheng Laowu, who had originally hated Huang Yanqiu to death, was now a criminal.

For the first time ever, he used a cane and followed behind Huang Yanqiu to fetch water.

On their way back, the two were still chatting and laughing.

If that's all there is to it, then there's nothing surprising about it.

It's perfectly normal for couples to have a fight in bed and then make up before they get out of bed.

But this morning, when Zheng Laowu's mother refused to give Huang Yanqiu breakfast, that coward Zheng Laowu actually yelled at his mother.

The person who was usually quiet suddenly erupted, shocking even Zheng Laowu's mother.

One of the experienced older women immediately narrowed her eyes and said in an ambiguous tone:

"This kid must have had a really big meal."

I just don't know how long this novelty will last.

After all, everyone knows what kind of people the men in Shanghe Village are like.

Once everyone in the village had started chatting, Gao Qinghe finally crawled out of bed, basking in the warm sunlight.

After getting out of bed and getting dressed, I heard the sound of iron barrels clattering in my yard.

Grandma Tian said apologetically, "Yanqiu, that's enough, both water tanks are full. You've made several trips already, go back and rest."

Sweating profusely but full of energy, Huang Yanqiu waved her hand, "It's alright, I'll chop the firewood for you again."

"Oh, you child, why do you love working so much!" Old Mrs. Tian said with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

But remembering Zheng Laowu's mother, he hurriedly went forward and snatched the wood-chopping knife away.

"Hurry up and leave, otherwise if your mother-in-law finds out you're working at my house, she'll definitely give me a hard time, and I don't want to hear her loud voice."

Huang Yanqiu then stopped, looking dejected.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Grandma, just call me if you need to fetch water from home."

Even as he reached the doorway, with one foot still on the threshold, he gave another instruction:

“Qinghe is busy running around outside. If there’s anything at home, just call me. I’m the same as her. Grandma can treat me like her granddaughter.”

Gao Qinghe stretched and walked out of the main room.

"You're dreaming if you think your grandma's granddaughter doesn't have to work and can just eat and drink for free."

"You're only just getting up?" Huang Yanqiu pouted. "I thought you'd already gone to town."

"You can sleep even longer than my pig."

One more thing to add: Huang Yanqiu ran away as fast as she could just before Gao Qinghe threw her broom.

Gao Qinghe pointed to the bicycle parked against the wall in the yard; as long as the bicycle was there, she was there too.

He shouted, "Huang Yanqiu, are you blind?!"

(End of this chapter)