A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

Xiao Jingye said fiercely in her ear:

"You've lied to me so many times. You're always saying you're not feeling well or something, and I've never been able to enjoy myself because I care about your health."

Qingyan's heart trembled.

If you can make people suffer to the point of death if you don't have enough fun, what would it be like if you did?

The man's gaze was intense, his Adam's apple bobbed, and in an instant, his tall frame pressed down on him.

A hot, burning kiss slowly covered every inch of her fragrant skin.

Eyes more alluring than peach blossoms, a delicate and elegant nose, a cherry-red mouth, a swan-like neck, and snow-white shoulders...

Everything it touched was damp and glistening.

Her long, seaweed-like hair covered the pillow, and her pearly white skin shimmered alluringly in the darkness, exuding a soft, ethereal fragrance, like a night fairy.

"Little goblin."

He actually said that, his voice deep, husky, and magnetic.

He grasped her slender, smooth legs and gently licked and kissed them upwards along their curves.

The night was long, the stars were moving, and faint light streamed in through the window.

Xiao Jingye was extremely gentle, like a majestic alpha wolf patiently playing with its little prey before a feast—a little lamb, a soft, white, and fragrant little lamb.

His thin lips touched her skin, light and wet, like an electric shock.

Qingyan felt extremely tormented; this slow, agonizing torture was more agonizing than anything else.

He was highly skilled and had mastered many techniques through practical experience, and was more familiar with her body than he was with himself.

I know how to make her happier.

His lips were so hot that Qingyan even forgot to breathe, feeling as if she was about to melt from his heat.

After a long while, she kicked her feet and called out, "Xiao Jingye, Xiao Jingye—"

Xiao Jingye waited until her voice faded, then ran his tongue across her moist skin before straightening up and chuckling softly.

"My wife is so sweet."

The girl was soft and fluffy, like a gentle summer stream. Her eyes were hazy and flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

He leaned in again, kissed her rosy cheek, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want it?"

"Hmm~" She shook her head weakly, her tone ambiguous.

Once he regained consciousness, she quickly stopped him from taking another step.

She placed her hand on his chest and said groggily, "Xiao Jingye, I don't want to have children right now."

He lowered his hand, which had been holding her snow-white thigh, and looked down at her: "So?"

The girl raised her hand and rustled under the pillow. After searching for a while, she slipped something into his palm.

Square and made of paper.

Xiao Jingye watched for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. The sound came from his nose and carried a hint of mockery.

"This is eye drops?"

The girl covered her flushed face. "Put it on quickly."

He braced his arm above her, and in the darkness, a slight smile played on his lips: "I won't."

After saying that, he simply lay down on his side, his head resting on his arm, his legs wide open.

"You help me."

Qingyan was slightly taken aback: "How could you not know?"

He said lazily, "I've never used it before. You brought it to me, so naturally you have to teach me."

Qingyan's face flushed slightly.

The staff at the family planning clinic will teach you how to use it when you receive it, but Xiao Jingye didn't go with them, so it's normal that he doesn't know.

She sat up and groped around in the dark.

The man rested his head on his arm, his eyelashes drooping slightly, leisurely watching the naive little lamb move awkwardly and shyly right under his nose.

Under the moonlight, her plump, fair, and soft body shimmered faintly, like a dazzling luminous pearl.

He squinted. How could someone be so fair-skinned?

He had never seen a girl with fairer skin than her in the surrounding area.

Not only does she have fair skin, but she also has such a great figure.

It has meat where it should be meaty, finesse where it should be finesse, and brocade where it should be brocade.

And those soft, delicate hands, like the finest silk...

The more Xiao Jingye looked, the more rapid his breathing became, his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and the deeper the color of his eyes grew.

Qingyan was using this for the first time, and her hands were trembling. She couldn't get it right for a long time, and she was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

For some reason, the man suddenly frowned and hissed.

"I'm so sorry..." she stammered, her face full of guilt. "Did I hurt you?"

Xiao Jingye grabbed the paper packaging beside him, glanced at the size marked on it in the moonlight, frowned slightly, and then grabbed her snow-white wrist:

"Are you trying to murder your husband?"

A smaller account? That's humiliating!

In winter, when you go to a public bathhouse in the city, you'll find yourself standing out from the crowd.

He rolled over, forcefully pulling her beneath him, gripping her chin, and said, word by word:

"Remember, next time ask them for the extra-large size."

Qingyan suddenly realized why he hissed.

She whispered, "I...I don't know, the nurses took them."

This thing even has semicolons?

Oh right, I remember now.

When she picked it up at the window, the nurse seemed to ask which type she wanted, but she was too nervous at the time and didn't pay attention to the question. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible and vaguely replied, "Um, either is fine."

"Do you know next time?" Xiao Jingye asked.

Like a disciplined little quail, she obediently replied, "Okay, I understand."

Xiao Jingye couldn't stand her innocent, naive, and alluring appearance, so he lowered his head and bit her delicate lips without any mercy:

"I see you don't know, or you haven't done enough."

"I need to make sure you remember this tonight so you won't make the same mistake next time."

-

Duoduo ate a lot of random things in the evening, and in the middle of the night she cried out that her stomach hurt and she needed to poop, saying urgently that she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Zeng Yumei quickly got up and put a padded jacket on her: "Wait a while, let Mom help you get dressed before you go out, it's very cold outside."

The two opened the bedroom door, and Duoduo heard a sound as she came out. She looked up and asked Zeng Yumei:

"Mom, why is my sister-in-law crying?"

Zeng Yumei raised her hand and slapped her on the bottom: "Don't listen."

Duoduo sniffed, looking dejected, and muttered, "Mom... I pooped in my pocket."

"Oh dear, you—" Zeng Yumei quickly pulled the child out.

After a long while, Zeng Yumei tidied up outside, poured water, and soaked Duoduo's clothes in a basin.

Duoduo put on clean thermal underwear and a big cotton-padded coat, and stood in the main room waiting for her mother.

I could hear noises coming from my brother and sister-in-law's room from time to time.

She was quite curious; the sound of slapping was usually the sound of a child being spanked by an adult.

Could it be that my brother is hitting my sister-in-law?

In the dimly lit bedroom, Qingyan looked like a dying fish on a chopping board, her red lips parted as she gasped for breath.

Xiao Jingye's deep tan abs gleamed faintly in the darkness as he nonchalantly declared:

"So many Neos."