Lying Win! The Cute and Soft Female Lead Has Multiple Pregnancies and Blessings

Due to an unexpected car accident, Chen Xiaoru binds to a mysterious 'Childbirth System' and from then on shuttles through various worlds, giving birth to heirs for the children of destiny....

Chapter 99 The Little Wife of the Farmer's Son 12

Chen Xiaoru gently pushed open the door and slipped in like a thief. As she stuffed her clothes into the closet, she couldn't help but glance behind the curtain.

The sound of water "splash...splash..." made her feel itchy inside. Song Zhe was still washing in there!

She bit her lip, feeling like she was being scratched by a cat. How about... just taking a sneak peek?

Song Zhe's heartbeat quickened when he heard the door open and close. He held his breath and listened intently. As the footsteps drew closer, his hands involuntarily clenched around the edge of the tub.

At this moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted open, and Chen Xiaoru's face with a wicked smile peeked in.

"Husband, are you taking a shower? Do you want someone to rub your back?" She asked with a smile, her voice so sweet that it could be sickening.

Song Zhe was so frightened that he almost jumped out of the tub. He hurriedly covered his key parts with his hands and stammered: "No, no, no!"

His face suddenly turned red all the way to the neck, like a cooked shrimp.

How could Chen Xiaoru give up? Like a kitten, she quietly walked around behind Song Zhe, put her small hands around his neck from behind, and pressed her body against him. Her warm breath sprayed on his ears, and her voice was soft like:

"But, my husband, I want to help you rub your back, okay~"

Song Zhe's body stiffened, his heart pounding like a drum. Chen Xiaoru's soft body pressed against his back, her sweet scent lingering around his nose. Unable to hold back any longer, he whipped his head around and kissed her luscious red lips.

The two kissed passionately, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. After a long time, Song Zhe reluctantly let go of Chen Xiaoru, panting and saying:

"If my body didn't allow it, I really wanted to..." His eyes were burning with desire, "to make you cry."

Chen Xiaoru lowered her eyes shyly, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Husband, you are so bad..."

Song Zhe's eyes were burning with fire, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Xiao Ru, there will be worse things in the future!"

Chen Xiaoru's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, "Oh my god, what kind of bloodline is Song Zhe opening up? He's actually driving."

"You really don't need my help?" She raised her head, looked at him with her big watery eyes, and asked again, with a hint of unwillingness in her voice.

"No, no, I'll be ready soon. You go out and wait!" Song Zhe's throat moved, feeling that he was about to burst

"Alright then!" A hint of regret flashed across Chen Xiaoru's eyes. She bit her lower lip, turned around, pulled the curtains shut, walked to the door and gently closed it. The moment the door closed, she heard a suppressed sigh from behind her.

Song Zhe looked at his body's reaction, his face flushed. As a scholar, he usually paid the most attention to etiquette and rules, but now this girl had actually made his heart beat faster. If this happened a few more times, he was afraid he would really... Oh, how embarrassing, so embarrassing!

Chen Xiaoru walked lightly to the bathroom door and knocked gently, but no one answered. She frowned slightly. Could it be that Xiaoyu had already finished washing? She pushed the door open and entered. The room was filled with steam, but no one was there.

She turned and went to the kitchen, where she immediately saw Xiaoyu, the well-behaved figure, squatting in front of the stove, skillfully adding firewood to the hearth. The firelight illuminated his tender face, making him look particularly serious. Chen Xiaoru's heart softened, and she slowly walked over, gently stroking his head, and asked softly, "Xiaoyu, why are you lighting a fire here?"

"Sister" Xiaoyu shouted.

"Xiao Ru, you're here. Dinner will be ready soon." When Song's mother heard the noise, she turned around with a kind smile on her face.

"Okay, Mom, is there anything I can help you with?" Chen Xiaoru asked sweetly.

"No, go see if Song Zhe is okay and ask him to come out for dinner." Song's mother pointed in the direction of the inner room.

"No need, he will be out soon." Chen Xiaoru raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile. At this moment, he was probably still immersed in the beauty just now, and needed some time to calm his restless heart.

Soon, Song's mother prepared the meal, and Chen Xiaoru hurried forward to help, bringing the rabbit meat left over from lunch to the dining table in the living room.

She turned around and almost bumped into Song Zhe. She said coquettishly, "How come you walked without making any sound? You scared me."

"Xiaoru, are you okay?" Seeing this, Song Zhe hurriedly supported her shoulders and asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine. How about you? Are you hurt?" Chen Xiaoru looked up at Song Zhe and asked with concern.

"No." Song Zhe replied with a soft smile.

"That's good, let's sit down and eat!" Chen Xiaoru said, pulling his hand and walking towards the dining table.

Song Zhe, who had just taken a shower, changed into a plain and elegant white gown. He looked even more handsome, and his scholarly air was enhanced by a few... a few... Chen Xiaoru couldn't think of the right words to describe him for a moment. She just felt that he looked particularly charming at the moment.

Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Xiaoru leaned close to Song Zhe's ear and exhaled sweetly: "Husband, you are so beautiful."

Song Zhe blushed so much at her sudden and frank praise that his ears were even tinged with a thin layer of crimson.

"Ahem." Song's mother suddenly appeared at the door and coughed twice with a little embarrassment, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

"Zhe'er, now that you're out, come and have dinner." Mother Song greeted him with a smile.

Soon, the family sat around the dinner table, enjoying themselves. Song Qingqing looked at the rabbit meat on the table and curled her lips, "What's so delicious about this? It's not as good as the braised pork I made!"

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