"What are we buying?" Lin Qiao asked instinctively.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, feeling a slight blush on his face, "Undergarnts, I threw away a couple on the way here."
Undergarnts?
Lin Qiao: "..."
She twitched at the corners of her mouth, wishing she could slap herself twice.
Why did I ask!
Feigning nonchalance, she said, "No need to buy any, I still have so."
"We need to buy them, I said we would." Song Tingfan glanced at her earlobe.
Crimson.
Suddenly, he imagined what she might look like at night, and his throat convulsed uncomfortably.
Lin Qiao understood his temperant, so she said no more. When they got to the shop, she took the initiative to tell the female shopkeeper they wanted to buy two undergarnts.
The shopkeeper smiled warmly, "What style? We have so new designs, co inside and take a look."
"No need, just grab a couple of them." she replied.
If Song Tingfan weren’t here, she might have taken a look, but with him standing there, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
Ahem, she always felt like he was watching which ones she picked out.
"Don’t be shy, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, let your husband pick for you; I’m sure you’ll like what he chooses." The shopkeeper tried to sell a few more items, turning her gaze to Song Tingfan.
Lunan City is a border city, slightly more open-minded than other places.
Hearing this, Lin Qiao’s pupils dilated, and she quickly waved her hand, "No..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a deep male voice interrupted, "Take us inside to have a look."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Steeling herself, she followed them inside, reassuring herself that it was no big deal, just buying so undergarnts.
She thought the undergarnts here would just be simple fabric pieces, but seeing all kinds of... ahem, sexy designs made her montarily dumbfounded.
The shop owner introduced to Song Tingfan, "The sumr materials are lighter and cooler, these are new designs, and they feel good to the touch."
The implication in those words was understood by both people present, and Lin Qiao’s brow twitched, "Take two of these, please, let’s hurry, we’re in a rush to get ho."
The shop owner pretended not to notice her embarrassnt and kept asking questions, "What pattern do you want? There’s azalea, peach blossom, lotus, peony..."
"One of each," the man said, moving his gaze away from the patterns on the undergarnts. If you looked closely, you could see his slightly flushed cheeks.
"Alright, I’ll wrap them up right away, that will be one tael and 200 cents in total." The shopkeeper now appeared efficient, quickly folding the undergarnts.
One tael and 200 cents? Six pieces in total, isn’t that 200 cents each?
Lin Qiao clicked her tongue; that’s way too expensive, "Just two will do."
"Miss, listen to your husband, he has a good eye, and if you’re not satisfied after wearing them, just co back and find ." The shopkeeper wasn’t about to let this deal slip away, winking at her aningfully.
It was almost as if she was directly suggesting spicing up marital relations.
Lin Qiao couldn’t listen any longer, wanting only to settle the bill and leave quickly, "Let’s settle the bill."
Finally, Song Tingfan paid the money, and perhaps slightly awkwardly, they didn’t speak much on the way ho.
When Song Tingfan returned, Song Qin and the others were very happy and insisted on personally cooking stir-fried pork, with Lin Qiao helping out.
Song Tingfan chatted with Song Rong for a while, then took so warm water for a bath and washed the soiled clothes he had changed out of.
Including Lin Qiao’s newly bought undergarnts.
When Lin Qiao saw this, she turned a blind eye, feeling frustrated with her own newfound shyness and restraint.
In the past, she was not soone to blush at seeing anyone undress.
During dinner, Song Tingfan ate three or four bowls of rice, and only then did Song Qin stop serving him more. After washing the dishes, Lin Qiao went to deliver so pastries to soone.
In the main hall
Song Qin held Song Tingfan’s hand, "Niu Niu, have you been busy? Why don’t you co back at night?"
"I’ve been a little busy lately."
"Can’t you co ho at night? I noticed Qiao’er hasn’t been sleeping well by herself these days. I see the oil lamp burning late at night."
Song Qin had a lot to say, "Try to co ho if you can, you’re still young; having a child now would an grandma can help take care of them."
Song Tingfan looked at her gray hair, feeling a bit sentintal, "Okay, we’ll have you help us then."
At the thought of a great-grandson or great-granddaughter, Song Qin bead with joy, "Good, good, good."
After a while, Lin Qiao returned, planning to clean the courtyard while it was still early.
Just as she picked up the broom, Song Qin "chased" her into the house to sleep, "Get so rest early."
Watching the door close with a "thud," Lin Qiao was both amused and helpless. She glanced at Song Tingfan beside her, "You should go to sleep."
"Aren’t you going to sleep?" Song Tingfan undressed right in front of her.
Lin Qiao turned her gaze away, "I haven’t finished the drawings yet, you go ahead."
"Co sleep with ." Song Tingfan pursed his lips, clearly a bit unhappy.
Sleep with him?
Ahem, ahem, ahem...
This kid is saying whatever cos to mind now.
Lin Qiao was about to refuse when suddenly her hand was held, and the man’s soft voice ca, "We agreed to hold hands when we got ho."
Lin Qiao: "..."
After exchanging glances for a while, she reluctantly got into bed.
When she sleeps alone, the bed doesn’t feel small, but with two people, it feels a bit cramped, not cramped, but too close together.
Whether intentionally or not, every ti she moved, he moved too, like a sticky rice cake.
She tolerated it and closed her eyes to sleep.
However, having been away from ho for a few days, with her soft and fragrant beside him, his body’s natural response was quick to awaken.
Lin Qiao stiffened, discreetly moving inward. As she moved, the man’s breathing beca more rapid, his hoarse voice mingling with restraint, "Qiao’er, don’t move."
Lin Qiao was about to "cry." She spoke cautiously, "I’ll go out..."
At the sa ti, the man’s voice sounded, "Qiao’er, I want to kiss you."
She: "..."
"Is that okay?"
"I’m not ready yet..."
Before she could finish, her lips were firmly sealed.
After a long while, he finally let go, suddenly getting up and leaving the room, while Lin Qiao on the bed adjusted her own clothes.
The tingle on her lips made her cheeks flush.
After a mont, Song Tingfan returned to the room, and hearing the footsteps, Lin Qiao, who had her back to him, quickly shut her eyes tightly.
The bed soon seed to sink beside her, bringing a bit of warmth.
For a mont, the room was quiet.
After a while, Song Tingfan reached out and held her in his arms, "Sleep."
Silence was the only response he received, and he chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Soone save her, she felt like she was done for.
She needed to talk to him, "Tingfan, can we maintain so distance for now?"
With such intensity...
Even if she were a best actress, she couldn’t withstand it.
"I’ve been very restrained already."
Song Tingfan’s voice was a bit hoarse, pausing before he continued, "How much longer?"
Lin Qiao naturally knew he was asking how much longer: "..."
She didn’t say anything, but Song Tingfan moved close to her ear, "Qiao’er, soon I won’t listen to you anymore."
"Even if you cry, I won’t listen."
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