Yang Ruoqing quickly protected herself and hid on the edge of the tub. Luo Fengtang chased her from behind and trapped her in his arms. A pair of iron walls were like a city wall, tightly imprisoning her.

"Look at you, why are you so anxious? My daughter is not asleep yet?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a low laugh.

Luo Fengtang's hot breath caressed her back, and he said hoarsely: "It's been a year, why don't you hurry? I will send my daughter directly to her grandma. The backyard is our world now!"

Yang Ruoqing wanted to say something more, but he didn't give her another chance.

More and more water splashed out in the bathtub soon.

He was like a giant shark, ravaging her, this poor little shrimp, endlessly, over and over again, until the water in the tub was almost cold, and then he retreated hastily.

He carried her back to the bed, lowered the curtain, and ravaged her fiercely again.

It wasn't until the middle of the night, after she begged for mercy countless times, that he offered to withdraw his troops.

Looking at her green hair in his arms, her palm-sized face becoming more and more delicate and rosy against the background, his eyes were full of doting.

We have known each other for ten years and have been husband and wife for almost seven years.

Colleagues in the military camp who had families and gained experience all said that that kind of work became boring after the third year, and they wanted to find someone else to do it.

Therefore, it has become the norm for wealthy families to have concubines in the same room.

But he doesn't know why, but he never feels like he gets enough sleep for this girl in his arms.

Every time, it seems like I am the groom.

He hugged her tightly and wanted to tease her again.

But Yang Ruoqing was really exhausted and sleepy.

She has a temperament, that is, when she is particularly sleepy, she doesn't want to deal with anything and is too lazy to cooperate.

So when Luo Fengtang, who was not satisfied yet, came over to ask for more, she frowned in displeasure in her sleep and stretched out her hand to push him.

Pushing him to the edge of the bed, she wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled over, rolling to the back of the bed, leaving the back of her head for him.

Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly.

But he just likes this girl's character. She is real and individual. She doesn't blindly flatter and please, and has her own ideas.

Luo Fengtang got up from the bed with a sudden jerk, went down to the ground to drink a bowl of herbal tea, and then went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and then his anger gradually calmed down.

Then he lay back on the bed, got into her bed, hugged her from behind and fell asleep together.

When Yang Ruoqing woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

I raised my arm and found that it was extremely sore, including the area below my waist.

All kinds of charming images about last night flashed through her mind. Yang Ruoqing pulled the quilt over her head, her face flushed.

At this moment, footsteps came and Luo Fengtang came in from outside.

"Qing'er is up for dinner." Luo Fengtang heard her breathing on the bed and knew she was awake.

When I came to the bed, I found her face covered with a quilt.

He was a little funny. He stretched out his hand and slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing a pretty face with a pink face and spring in it. He had just woken up, his eyes were bright and clear, and his eyes were gleaming, as if he was holding a pool of spring water in his mouth.

In this Yang Ruoqing, the youthfulness of a girl has long since faded away, replaced by the charm of a delicate young woman.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips rose, knowing that all this was inseparable from his hard work last night.

"Mom and aunt have cooked breakfast a long time ago. They have all eaten it. The two children have also been sent to study. You should get up and have something to eat too!" Luo Fengtang said softly again, with concern in his eyes.

How crazy he was last night, he knew very well that this girl must be exhausted.

Yang Ruoqing's beautiful eyebrows frowned even more tightly, and she raised her hands to cover her red cheeks.

"I don't have breakfast, I'm too embarrassed to get up..." she said.

"Why are you so shameless?" Luo Fengtang was puzzled.

"I was able to get up early before you came back. Now that you have just come back, I slept in until now. My mother and aunt must know what is going on, and they must be laughing at me in their hearts..." Yang Ruoqing was depressed.

The sound leaked out from the gaps between the fingers, as if she was coquettishly speaking.

Luo Fengtang suddenly understood. He held back his laughter and said: "No, mother and aunt are considerate of our young couple not seeing each other for a long time. They only pity and don't laugh at us."

"Besides, they are also experienced people and can understand..."

This is the truth, but Yang Ruoqing still feels embarrassed.

Embarrassment was part of the reason, and part of it was because she felt uncomfortable underneath her body. She tried to get out of bed before, but she felt burning pain when she raised her legs even slightly...

It's not good to be too affectionate.

She didn't want her mother-in-law and aunt to see her in such embarrassment...

Seeing her resolute attitude, Luo Fengtang turned around and left the house quickly without trying to persuade her.

Yang Ruoqing was still a little surprised. He ran away without saying hello. What did he mean?

Waves of discomfort came from her body, and she suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

But when hurried footsteps entered the room again and saw him holding a tray with two small bowls on it, her previous grievances suddenly disappeared.

I just blame myself for being a bit pretentious.

"It's windy outside today, so you might as well not go out. Come on, sit up and eat."

While talking, Luo Fengtang came to the bedside. He put the tray on the small lazy table next to it, and went to get the clothes she had put on the end of the bed.

"Come, let me help you put it on," he said.

Yang Ruoqing had already endured the pain and sat up. Seeing how attentive he was, she couldn't help but smile.

"How can I be so delicate? I can still wear my own clothes," she said.

I put on my jacket and cotton-padded clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Although she tried her best to hide it and didn't want him to notice the clues, Luo Fengtang still noticed something from the way she walked.

He frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

In the bathroom, Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her hair was disheveled and she looked extremely lazy.

But her complexion is extremely good, her face is rosy and her eyes are watery.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to touch her face a little embarrassed, then lowered her head to wash up.

Love is nourishment, this statement is true.

When she finished washing and returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed, Luo Fengtang had already folded the quilt.

The lazy table was brought to the bed together with the food.

Seeing her coming, he came over to help her sit down, and picked up a thin blanket to cover her legs.

Yang Ruoqing smiled gratefully at him, and then her eyes fell on the lazy table in front of her.

Today's breakfast is red bean and millet porridge, a roasted sweet potato, and a hot boiled egg soaked in boiling water.

Light and nutritious.

Luo Fengtang picked up the spoon himself, took a spoonful of red bean and millet porridge, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

Yang Ruoqing watched him blowing the porridge with wide eyes. The man in his family had been running around outside for the past year, and his skin tone had become slightly tanned.

But it did not affect his handsomeness at all. Instead, it made him look colder, calmer, and more majestic than a general.
Chapter completed!