Married to a Disabled Man in the 70’s

Song Qinghan forced his eyes away from her limpid eyes and the red lips and said with a sullen face, “Go to sleep. Good night.”

This evening was the first time the two slept separately ever since they had officially married. To compensate for this, today’s kiss was longer than usual. Su Jiaojiao seemed to have returned to how she acted when they were still in the early stages of a relationship. His cheeks were flushed, and her eyelids fluttered, half-open. She whispered back, “Goodnight…”

*****

Song Qinghan thought the matter would be over after this, but he overestimated the strength of Su Jiaojiao’s body.

After all, she had never experienced sleeping in her bed without being warm.

Su Jiaojiao had never slept without air conditioning in her previous life. She had a good family background and made all the money she needed from her job. Not only were there air conditioners and heating in her house, she even had electric blankets to keep her warm.

And after she transmigrated over here, the human heater that was Song Qinghan had kept her warm every single night.

But since they were sleeping together separately, she was woken up by the cold in the dead of night.

Su Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes sleepily, only to realize that she was cold all over. Her face was chilly, and her feet were cold and numb.

She narrowed her mouth aggrievedly and turned her head. The dim bedside lamp illuminated Song Qinghan, who was in a deep slumber.

Su Jiaojiao curiously stretched out her hand to touch his exposed face. He was very warm, and she gritted his teeth with envy. She couldn’t help but want to twist his nose.

But when she touched his nose, she hesitated. Wouldn’t it be cruel to wake him up like this?

Song Qinghan felt her touch his itchy nose even while he was sleeping, and couldn’t help but subconsciously grope at the object that was on his nose.

When he touched it, he realized that it was a small hand. Song Qinghan frowned in his dreams. He felt that the small hand currently in the palm of his hand was chilly and not soft like it usually was, so he tucked it into his chest to warm it.

“Hiss—” He stiffened when she touched her frigid body but soon relaxed again, holding Su Jiaojiao’s tiny hand with both of his.

Su Jiaojiao felt embarrassed by this turn of events. The touch she had grown accustomed to long ago felt completely different, like she was touching him for the first time.

She bit her lip and spoke softly, “You were the one who did it first. It’s not my fault.” [1]

Her hand was wrapped in Song Qinghan’s warm embrace, while her shoulders were exposed to the cold. She didn’t want to feel the two extremes at the same time.

Su Jiaojiao swiftly snuck into Song Qinghan’s bedsheets.

Song Qinghan was half-awakened by the familiar presence of Su Jiaojiao, and compliantly let her enter his embrace. However, he was greeted with a cold body.

“Why are you so cold?” Song Qinghan frowned, closed his eyes and muttered. He held Su Jiaojiao in his arms, warming her hands and feet, and sleepily whether the quilt was properly covering them up before he was ready to continue sleeping.

Su Jiaojiao blushed and smiled stupidly, then raised her head and kissed him on his chin. “Haha!”

His performance today was stellar!

All that was left was a heart full of sweetness.

But at this time, Song Qinghan also woke up. He was half-awake to being with, so how could he not become fully awake after being kissed and embraced?

When he opened his eyes, he felt a familiar breath in his arms, and he reflexively asked, “Jiaojiao?”

Su Jiaojiao pinched him, pretending to be fierce, “Of course it’s me! Who else would it be?”

No one would be able to tell the person who was saying this was the same person who jumped in Song Qinghan’s embrace.

Song Qinghan smiled and shook his head, “Of course, but…” He glanced at her blanket that was almost kicked under the bed, “Aren’t we supposed to be sleeping separately?”

Su Jiaojiao said with a bit of shame, “I’m cold! Are you going to watch me freeze to death?”

“Of course not.” Song Qinghan shook his head again, clearing his head. He turned over and asked, “Now, can you pay the fee to sleep with me?”

Su Jiaojiao looked at him in shock, and only squeezed out a few words after a while “…You’ve been led astray!”

Armos D. Platypus: I wonder by who.

[1] Don’t think he cares about being blamed.