Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141 Protest_1
Although she was awake, the heartache and pain from her dream spilled over into reality.
She couldn’t stop crying, and the sadness almost drowned her.
Alexander Sumrs was startled awake, and upon noticing Purple Sumrs sobbing, he imdiately asked, “What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt?”
“No,” Purple Sumrs answered, shaking her head with a heavy nasal sound.
“No?” Alexander Sumrs held her tightly, wiping her tears away, “You’re fine, so why are you crying? What happened?”
Purple Sumrs choked back her sobs to explain: “It’s really nothing, just a bad dream.”
Hearing this, Alexander Sumrs sighed deeply and said, “Since you got pregnant, you’ve cried more tis than in the first twenty years of your life combined!”
“That’s not true.” With tears in her eyes, Purple Sumrs looked at him, “When you used to bully , I cried a lot too!”
“Was that really bullying? That was love,” Alexander Sumrs said.
Purple Sumrs cursed him, “Sick love!”
“Yes, yes, I’m sick, I’m sick…” Alexander Sumrs coaxed her to lie down, “Go to sleep now, it’s late. Why aren’t you sleeping, and instead, fussing with a sicko?”
Purple Sumrs pouted and lay down.
With her belly too large, no position was comfortable. She adjusted her posture, lying on her side next to Alexander Sumrs, and closed her eyes.
Thinking about that dream, she was still horrified.
Purple Sumrs poked Alexander Sumrs with her fingertip, “Husband?”
Alexander Sumrs opened his eyes, amused, thinking how interesting the reactions of a pregnant woman could be. Before, she used to call him by his full na, but what’s with today?
In a soft voice, Purple Sumrs said, “When we’re old in the future, so old we can hardly move, can I die first?”
Rembering the scenes from her dream, she grew fearful, her tone even softer: “I don’t want to be the one who’s left behind…”
Alexander Sumrs laughed, kissed her gently, and generously said, “Sure, I’ve handled your corpse before, more than once, I’m quite experienced.”
Purple Sumrs: “…”
After a silence, she deflated: “Forget it, you die first. I’ll handle your corpse.”
“Why are you worrying about this in the middle of the night?” Alexander Sumrs touched her stomach, “Don’t we still have a child? When we’re old, we’ll die together, and let them worry about the rest.”
Purple Sumrs retorted irritably, “What are you talking about, as if having kids is just so they can deal with our corpses!”
“What else are they good for….”
“Stop talking!”
Purple Sumrs reached out to pinch him, but perhaps she moved too abruptly, causing a sudden pain in her stomach!
Purple Sumrs gasped in pain, her complexion paling in an instant.
Alexander Sumrs asked, “Did they kick you again?”
“Mmm…” Purple Sumrs, clutching her belly, glared at him, “They must have heard! They’re protesting!”
Alexander Sumrs actually felt sorry for Purple Sumrs, but seeing her seriously complaining, he couldn’t help but laugh while holding her.
Purple Sumrs felt miserable. The words that ca from Alexander Sumrs’ ‘dog mouth’ could never be ivory, she was the one being kicked, and the worst part was, he was still laughing…
What the hell is so funny!
…
The next morning, Purple Sumrs got up to wash up, then sluggishly went downstairs for breakfast.
As she reached the living room, she saw Atra Blanc and Aunt Taylor walking in from outside, laughing and talking.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“We just aired out the osmanthus,” Atra Blanc replied, holding a small basket of osmanthus and smiling, “Do you sll the fragrance?”
Purple Sumrs nodded, “Mmm, it slls good.”
Aunt Taylor went to the kitchen and brought out a clean glass jar, and Atra Blanc laid a thin layer of osmanthus in it, then sprinkled a layer of sugar on top of the osmanthus.
Curious, Purple Sumrs peered over to watch.
Atra Blanc layered more sugar and then more osmanthus, repeating the process until the glass jar was full.
Purple Sumrs asked, “Is that how you make osmanthus candy?”
Pouring a slow stream of white liquor into the jar, Atra Blanc replied with a laugh, “Yes, once it’s made, it can last for a long ti.”
Purple Sumrs, salivating at the sweet scent from the jar, couldn’t help but ask, “When can we eat it?”
“Hmm… it takes about four or five months, by next year you can eat it.”
Purple Sumrs’ eyes widened, “Next year?!”
“Yes,” Atra Blanc said with a smile, tapping Purple Sumrs’ forehead, “You’re about to be a mom, and you’re still like a little glutton.”
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