Chapter 17 Massage I can’t help but make “hmmmm ahhh” sounds…

Jiang Xueyi thought for a moment and said, "Well, if you don't want these shawl cloths, I'll give you the polyester fabrics I bought." She added, "Let me make this clear first. If Mr. He asks about this, you have to explain it to me, so he doesn't misunderstand that I only buy good fabrics for myself."

Liu Lu: "Hey."

She returned the shaking cloth to Jiang Xueyi, pulling it several times, feeling a little reluctant.

This is a shaking cloth. It takes a lot of effort to get it.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Xueyi said with a smile, "If you really like it, then keep it."

"You think I don't want to?" Liu Lu said, "If I keep it, Xiao Rui will see it and she will definitely ask me to make clothes for her."

Jiang Xueyi: "Then do it. Our Xiaorui is pretty, and no matter how expensive the cloth is, it's not too much for her to wear."

Liu Lu also smiled: "She's just a child, why is she wearing a shaggy cloth? Even cadres may not be able to wear it."

"That's not the way to say it," Jiang Xueyi said. "It's precisely because Xiaorui is young that she should wear fine cloth. When she grows up, I won't mind if you let her wear homespun cloth. Besides, Xiaorui is a girl with a well-behaved and quiet personality. She's not like those naughty boys. If you shake the cloth on her, it won't easily get torn or dirty."

Liu Lu: "I'm afraid it will be too small for her in two years."

"When you make clothes, make them a little bigger, then fold the sleeves and trouser legs, gather the threads, and when Xiaorui grows up, let them down and she can wear them for several more years." Jiang Xueyi said.

She recalled that this was what her mother and grandmother's generation did.

Liu Lu's eyes lit up: "Your idea is good."

Jiang Xueyi: "Instead of buying cheap ones that break after just a few wears, it's better to grit your teeth, save some money, and buy expensive ones with good style and quality."

Liu Lu didn't understand: "What kind of statement is this?"

This really touched upon her blind spot in knowledge. Nowadays, people try to buy cheap things. Whether the quality is good or not is another matter. As long as it is cheap, it's fine.

This reminded Jiang Xueyi of when she first entered university. She finally no longer had to wear bulky, baggy, and always-one-size-large school uniforms. She could buy whatever clothes she saw on shopping apps.

I bought almost every kind of thing, including a tutu skirt, a bohemian long skirt, a denim miniskirt, and fancy T-shirts.

However, college students have limited living expenses. With limited funds, the quality of the clothes they buy can be imagined.

Either the goods are not what they described, or they pill and fade after two washes. Even if they are barely wearable, they are thrown aside after a few wears, and people always complain that they are missing a piece.

Later, after I entered society, got a salary, and bought a few slightly higher-end clothes, I finally realized what was going on.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Some clothes are cheap, but the quality is worthy of the price. Compared with clothes of truly good quality, they are really far behind.

Even if it is an ordinary T-shirt, if it is of good quality, it will look straight and fit well when worn, which will elevate the person's temperament. If it is of poor quality, it will be loose and baggy, making the person look sluggish.

Jiang Xueyi changed this theory a bit and told Liu Lu in words that were in line with the times.

After listening to this, Liu Lu nodded repeatedly: "That's the truth. If you try to gain a small advantage, you will suffer a big loss."

Jiang Xueyi teased her deliberately: "Then I'll take the shaking cloth."

"Don't!" Liu Lu said, then realized Jiang Xueyi was teasing her and glared at her. "You have such a mischievous temper. You really should let Captain He teach you a lesson."

Speaking of He Chengze, Jiang Xueyi remembered that someone would come to install the electric fan later: "I won't talk to you anymore, I have to go back, I have something else to do."

"I understand. I won't keep you here. I thank you on behalf of Xiaorui." Liu Lu said.

"Well, you're welcome."

Jiang Xueyi had just returned home when she heard someone knocking on the door.

The guy who delivered the electric fan is here.

He Chengze hurried to open the door: "Come in."

Two workers in blue work clothes walked in and asked: "Is this the electric fan you bought for your family? Where are you going to put it?"

Jiang Xueyi came out of the kitchen and welcomed them into the bedroom: "Put it in the bedroom." Then she asked, "Do you want to pull the wires?"

"Yes." The taller master pointed to the black bakelite socket he brought with him.

Jiang Xueyi took a glance and saw that this was a very early socket, different from the wall sockets in later generations.

After the installation was completed, He Chengze prepared cigarettes for the master: "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

The two masters took one look at Jiang Xueyi's bulging belly and put the cigarettes in their jacket pockets: "Of course not."

After seeing off the two workers, Jiang Xueyi half-knelt in front of the electric fan, her eyes shining.

A hint of smile flashed across He Chengze's eyes: "How about opening it and taking a look?"

"Okay." Jiang Xueyi's eyes lit up and she responded crisply.

"Let me see how to open it..."

She tried to find the switch and finally found a piano key switch on the base of the electric fan.

With a press of the button, the fan blades squeaked and started to turn, bringing a cool breeze to your face.

She stood too close, and the wind blew into her sleeves, making them bulge.

She closed her eyes comfortably: "It's so comfortable."

The cool breeze blew across her face, making her hair flutter and adding a touch of laziness to her look.

He Chengze was watching from the side and couldn't help but be stunned.

Jiang Xueyi grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of the electric fan: "You try it too, it's really cool."

He Chengze just stood in a corner and nodded: "Yeah, it's very cool."

In the evening, the two of them drank iced mung bean soup while enjoying the electric fan.

Jiang Xueyi held the bowl and sipped the mung bean soup in small sips: "I wouldn't change the way I live even if I were a god."

He Chengze laughed: "Is it really that exaggerated?"

Before going to bed, He Chengze sprinkled some water on the ground as instructed by the worker, so that the fan would be cooler.

They turned off the lights and lay on the bed.

The oscillating electric fan blew, bringing gusts of cool breeze.

There was no need to fan himself with the palm-leaf fan. He Chengze was wondering whether he should say something when he heard Jiang Xueyi groan.

"What's wrong?" he asked quickly.

"Nothing, I just have a leg cramp."

Through the moonlight, He Chengze saw Jiang Xueyi pressing the cramped part of her calf with both hands. Her oval face, which was the size of a palm, was covered with sweat, which slid down her temples into her collar.

"Let me rub it for you."

"Um..." Jiang Xueyi was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.

He placed his palm against her cold calf and gently massaged it. His fingertips located the cramped tendons and pulsed in slow but firm circles. His other hand held her ankle firmly, lifting the stiff calf slightly. "Breathe in, and relax."

Jiang Xueyi took a deep breath, inhaled, exhaled, and finally felt that her calf was less painful.

He Chengze pressed his leg and said, "Maybe you walked too long during the day, so your legs hurt."

"No, it's not." Jiang Xueyi said.

She had leg cramps because of calcium deficiency during pregnancy.

I'll buy some bones to make soup tomorrow, and then get some more sun to supplement my calcium.

She closed her eyes and hummed, "A little left, a little left, oh, no, right."

He Chengze followed the instructions and carried them out meticulously, as if he was carrying out orders from his superiors.

But the smooth touch under his hand made him unable to help but fantasize.

Especially, she couldn't bear the pressure and kept making uncontrollable "hmmmm" and "ahhh" sounds, which made him even more distracted.

He couldn't help but go up, and up...

From calves to thighs.

On the other side, Jiang Xueyi was not feeling well either.

Pregnancy is a sensitive time, and his rough hands, with calluses on the fingertips from years of holding guns, seemed to hit the right spot with every stroke.

His breath sprayed on the bend of her knees, with a soothing warmth, until the tense muscles gradually melted into a pool of spring water in his palms.

In the dark night, the two looked at each other.

One eye sparkled.

A gaze that is dark and deep.

I don't know who overwhelmed whom first.