Si Yu noticed that his father was staring at his neck with worried eyes, and suddenly remembered that there was a wound on his neck.

The most important thing is that the source of this injury is so ambiguous.

Suddenly his handsome face turned red with shame.

Although his legs were indeed a little weak, he had to admit that last night was the happiest he had ever had in his life.

"Dad! I'm fine!"

Si Lao Er fell silent.

Seeing my son like this, I'm afraid he is very satisfied.

But such traces were only seen on married young wives before, but now, unexpectedly, I saw them on my own son.

But think about it, the water tank at home is full, the firewood in the kitchen is full, and the girl even brought back a pheasant early in the morning just to make soup for her son.

I guess it was just the bedroom happiness between husband and wife.

As an elder, it is better for him not to interfere, so as not to cause dislike.

It’s Si Yu.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but when he turned around and suddenly remembered something, he opened his collar and saw that the mark was so obvious.

Then I thought of my father's indescribable expression.

Suddenly I didn’t know what to do.

A face flushed red.

I thought of the sheets drying outside and simply buried my face in the quilt.

Ye Shan rode her bicycle all the way, becoming a rare sight in the village.

Some villagers who got up early saw it and looked confused.

Which young wife wouldn’t be unable to get out of bed on her wedding day?

Even if there are people who are trying hard, they can't be so agile, right?