Chu Qingxue put her hands in her hands and snorted coldly, looking at Sheng Yanxuan with an arrogant look, as if to say: You see, I am not such a superficial person!
Sheng Yanxuan looked at Chu Qingxue pretending to be strong, and her heart softened.
He rubbed Chu Qingxue's head and smiled softly: "Yes, my Qingxue is the kindest."
The greasy and crooked looks of the two of them made goosebumps rise in Old Mrs. Sheng's eyes. This brat also learned how to spread dog food.
Chu Qingxue also noticed the change in the expressions of the two elderly people, and she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.
"Are you sleepy, Qingxue? You were too tired last night. Go back and rest. Your grandpa and I can just watch TV by ourselves." Old Mrs. Sheng cared for Chu Qingxue considerately.
"No, don't bother, grandma, I'll watch it with you." Although she was very tired, it was good to watch TV with Old Mrs. Sheng to relieve her boredom. Chu Qingxue couldn't bear to refuse Old Mrs. Sheng.
Sheng Yanxuan glanced at Chu Qingxue and said indifferently: "I will carry you back to your room."
He could see Chu Qingxue yawning several times, she must be sleepy. How could he let her stay here watching TV instead of taking a nap?
Chu Qingxue was startled when Princess Sheng Yanxuan hugged her, but then she felt relieved. She had done everything anyway, so this was not the last thing she wanted to do. She simply nestled in Sheng Yanxuan's arms obediently and closed her eyes to rest.
When Sheng Yanxuan entered the house with Chu Qingxue in her arms, Mrs. Sheng immediately stood up and stopped watching any TV series, urging Mr. Sheng to get up quickly.
"Hey, old lady, what are you doing?" Mr. Sheng looked at his old lady in confusion. Wasn't this guy still watching TV series just now? Why did he suddenly get up again?
"Get ready." Old Mrs. Sheng raised her head proudly, her eyes fixed on the stairs.
"Why are we so involved in the young couple's affairs..." Mr. Sheng muttered and received a sharp look from Mrs. Sheng.
Mrs. Sheng tiptoed to the storage room door and took a peek. Mr. Sheng shook his head and followed her.
He dotes on his fun-loving wife and does whatever she wants.
Mrs. Sheng pushed open the door and walked straight to the daily necessities area. After searching for a while, she found the location where the safety supplies were placed.
Mrs. Sheng took out a sewing kit from her arms, took out an embroidery needle and poked it twice, then finished the work with satisfaction.
"Put these back into the box quickly." Mrs. Sheng told Mr. Sheng.
Mr. Sheng looked at what she took out and couldn't laugh or cry, "Old lady, what are you doing?"
"Just do it as I'm told, don't waste time."
"oh."
Mr. Sheng put the box in the cabinet and locked it. Mrs. Sheng clapped her hands, and the two of them returned to the living room to eat melon seeds.
"I saw a birthday cake in the living room yesterday... Qingxue, this girl, celebrated Yanxuan's birthday last night. Maybe this kid is worried, let's celebrate his birthday too." Mr. Sheng said in a heavy tone.
Revealing expectations.
"What's your birthday? Have you forgotten the injury he suffered before? Qingxue is a different existence to him. We'd better not touch his wounds." Old Mrs. Sheng disagreed with Mr. Sheng's suggestion.
Mr. Sheng sighed, "Forget it, we won't force him anymore."
Old Mrs. Sheng knew that Mr. Sheng was feeling uncomfortable, so she didn't say anything. The two old people leaned quietly on the sofa and watched TV. They only had to have a meal with Sheng Yanxuan every birthday to accompany him.
I didn’t dare mention the word birthday, just pretending that this birthday had never happened before.
After finally seeing off Mrs. Sheng and Mr. Sheng in the evening, Chu Qingxue lay on the bed scrolling through her phone, her legs shaking non-stop.
After washing, Sheng Yanxuan walked to the bed and looked at Chu Qingxue lying on the bed without any image, and couldn't help laughing.
He took her into his arms from behind, rubbed his chin against her neck, and heard a low-alcohol magnetic voice in his ears.
"Did grandma scare you today?" Sheng Yanxuan's warm breath sprayed on Chu Qingxue's neck, tickling her.
"Well, grandma is really...very different from other grandmas." Chu Qingxue said aggrievedly, thinking of those techniques of controlling men that made her feel ashamed to talk about them.
"So have you learned it?" Sheng Yanxuan pinched Chu Qingxue's chin, moved her thin lips closer, kissed the red and soft lips, and rubbed them.
Chu Qingxue hugged Sheng Yanxuan's neck and catered to his intimate move.
After a long time, the two separated, their foreheads touching.
Sheng Yanxuan's breathing was rapid and hot, and there was strong love hidden in his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the blushing girl, feeling a surge of heat in his heart.
Chu Qingxue's whole body was made hot by his fiery gaze. She quickly looked away and did not dare to look at him, because she could clearly hear the thumping of her own heartbeat, just like a young girl in love.
She lowered her eyes in panic, her eyelashes trembling slightly, not daring to look at Sheng Yanxuan anymore.
Sheng Yanxuan reached out and turned off the light, and in the darkness there was only the ambiguous sound of breathing and the deepening affection.
…
The next day, it was already past nine o'clock when Chu Qingxue woke up. She reached out out of habit to reach for the empty bed next to her, but she touched a hot chest.
She woke up instantly and glanced sideways at the sleeping man next to her.
She slowly sat up and opened the quilt to check the marks on her body.
Fortunately, he was extremely gentle last night, otherwise she would probably be in pain again.
Chu Qingxue gently touched the mark left last night, and a hint of sweetness flashed through her heart. She finally felt his warmth last night, and that nostalgic touch still feels unreal when she thinks about it now.
The corners of Chu Qingxue's mouth were slightly raised, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of tenderness. She crawled to Sheng Yanxuan's side, stretched out her arms to wrap around his thin waist, buried her face in his arms, and greedily smelled his scent.
She likes his taste, it's very unique.
Sensing the movement of the girl beside him, Sheng Yanxuan opened his eyes, and Chu Qingxue's delicate and charming facial features were reflected in the dark pupils.
"Naughty." Sheng Yanxuan fondly scratched the tip of Chu Qingxue's pretty nose.
The two of them hugged each other and slept until three o'clock in the morning before slowly getting up.
Sheng Yanxuan helped Chu Qingxue get dressed. He moved skillfully. It was obviously not the first time he took care of Chu Qingxue.
Chu Qingxue sat in front of the dressing table and Ping Sheng Yanxuan arranged her hair. She looked at the man in the mirror with his long, jade-like hands holding a white oak comb and gently combing it on the top of her head.
Chu Qingxue looked at Sheng Yanxuan's focused and serious look in the mirror, and ripples appeared in her heart. This was her husband.
"You are getting more and more skilled at combing your hair. You have done it for a woman before, right?" Chu Qingxue couldn't help but tease him, turning her head and asking him with a smile.
Sheng Yanxuan paused with his hands combing his hair. He raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qingxue, with complex thoughts flashing in his eyes.
After a long while, he responded in a low voice: "Well, there was one."