Chapter 18: Hot and pregnant belly pushed him

By the time they reacted, the two were already hugging each other.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed them on either side of her head.

Even without saying anything, his eyes were already drawn.

Jiang Xueyi closed her eyes and could almost smell the scent of soap on his body. She grabbed his collar and her hand trembled slightly.

As if receiving a signal, he leaned over, kissed her lips, and inserted the tip of his tongue between her slightly open teeth, expanding his territory wantonly and sweeping away the tiny whimpers escaping her throat.

At the same time, unbutton the clothes with one hand.

He threw his shirt aside, revealing his tight wheat-colored chest, strong biceps, and clearly defined six-pack abs. A thin layer of sweat condensed on his chest, glistening in the moonlight.

Next, the belt.

He untied her with one hand and held her in his arms with the other, resting his chin on the top of her head. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible pleading: "Give it to me, okay?"

"I do want to." Jiang Xueyi nudged his lower abdomen with her pregnant belly, her eyes full of humorous smiles, "But what about the child?"

In the moonlight, her lips, which had been gently kissed, were as red as cherries, so tempting.

It's also very charming.

When talking about the baby in her belly, He Chengze felt like a punctured ball, deflated.

He said viciously: "Wait until the baby is born, and see how I will deal with you."

Their foreheads touched, their hot breaths mingling together.

Now, he was the one breathing in and out.

"Let me hold you for a while." He Chengze said in a deep voice.

Jiang Xueyi touched his crew cut, as if comforting a poor little animal.

He Chengze rubbed her collarbone, and his fine stubble made her giggle.

"You should shave." Jiang Xueyi said.

"I'll shave it tomorrow."

After saying that, he pressed his lips against hers again.

After the kiss, the dim room was filled with the sound of endured gasps.

Jiang Xueyi lay in his arms and wiped the sweat off his chest muscles: "It's very uncomfortable, right?"

He Chengze said "hmm": "It's okay, I can bear it."

You're kidding me.

Jiang Xueyi glared at him with a seductive look.

When she didn't feel his heat.

He Chengze: "Forget it, I'm going to take a cold shower."

Just as I was about to stand up, I was grabbed by a soft, boneless hand.

She closed her eyes and said quickly, blushingly, "Let me help you."

The man's body froze, and he neither agreed nor refused.

Her fingertips drew a semicircle in his palm, and the unfinished arc was caught by his suddenly tightened knuckles. The air between them was like a pulled string, vibrating and humming in the silence.

He took a deep breath and held her hand.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly adjusted the strength under his guidance. When the warm breath brushed across her neck, he heard his own violent heartbeat that hurt his eardrums.

Once she got used to it, he let go of her hand and let her control the rhythm.

His body was not under his control. For He Chengze, it was like a small boat floating on the sea, drifting up and down with the waves, with no control over it.

For a moment, my brain seemed to be struck by lightning and went blank.

A suppressed growl escaped from his throat, sounding both satisfied and dissatisfied.

This was the first time in He Chengze's life that he had such an experience.

Her hands were so gentle, as if they were wrapped in very soft clouds, and every movement seemed to hit his heart.

This feeling is completely different from the first time they did it.

At that time, he was drowsy after taking medicine.

She wasn't willing to do it either.

Two people who have no feelings for each other are doing things that only the closest people can do.

Our bodies are so close, but our hearts are so far apart.

He occasionally recalled that night, and in the hazy thought, there was a hint of inexplicable resistance.

Tonight is completely different from that night.

He Chengze thought, she must like him, otherwise... otherwise... she wouldn't be willing to help him.

The two people are in perfect harmony with each other, and when they do that thing - even if they only do half of it, the feeling is extremely refreshing.

Just like a traveler who has traveled thousands of miles and finally drinks the spring water from the oasis, all the dry wrinkles are stretched out in this belated rain.

Jiang Xueyi didn't know that He Chengze had so many psychological activities. She could only feel that the man seemed very happy, very happy.

She stretched her arms lazily, but eventually she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

He Chengze gently kissed the top of her head, as if touching an extremely precious treasure: "Good night."

When I woke up in the morning, one side of the bed was empty and He Chengze was gone.

Her palms felt a little sore, but she could smell a faint scent of soap. She guessed that He Chengze had helped her clean them.

In terms of his gentleness afterwards, I can give him a score of 99. I'm afraid he would become proud if I gave him one point more.

He Chengze heard the noise and opened the door. Junyi's face was full of sunshine: "Wake up, I made breakfast, come and eat."

Jiang Xueyi glanced at him and spread her arms: "Lazy."

"What are you lazy about?"

Jiang Xueyi pouted slightly: "I'm too lazy to put on clothes. My hands are sore. Can you help me put them on?"

"Okay, okay, I'll help you put them on." He Chengze opened the wardrobe, picked out clothes for her, and helped her put them on one by one, his movements focused and gentle.

Sure enough, a man who is satisfied in some way is easy to talk to.

Jiang Xueyi pushed the issue further and kicked her shoes: "Help me put on my shoes again."

"That's too much. Why don't you let me help you eat breakfast?" Having said that, He Chengze still squatted down and helped her put on her shoes from one foot to the other.

Jiang Xueyi kicked her heels until they were perfectly fitted.

She sniffed: "What delicious food did you cook?"

"I guarantee you'll like it." He Chengze said.

Jiang Xueyi: "Mysterious."

She sat in the living room for a while, and then saw He Chengze bring out two bowls of noodle soup: "Be careful, it's hot."

Jiang Xueyi scooped up a spoonful, blew on it impatiently, and then put it into her mouth.

The red soup cooked with tomatoes is sweet and sour, soaking every noodle. The eggs are condensed into golden flocs in it, dotted with chopped green vegetables and tender white tofu cubes. The boiling soup slides through the throat with the aroma of noodles, and even the exhaled breath carries the mellow aroma of the noodles.

She praised it generously: "It's delicious!"

He Chengze: "If it's not enough, add more. There's more in the pot."

Jiang Xueyi stirred the vegetables in the bowl with a spoon, and suddenly remembered a sentence she had read somewhere before: the end of love is feeding.

She looked at He Chengze with a smile.

There is some truth in this, doesn’t it?

She said, "Oh, by the way, when you get off work today and go to the market to buy some groceries, buy two big bones and we can make some bone soup."

He Chengze took her bowl and added another full bowl of noodle soup: "Why buy bones? There's not much meat on them. You're craving meat, right? I'll find someone to exchange two meat tickets for you and make braised pork."

What the hell is going on?

Jiang Xueyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I want to drink bone soup because it can replenish calcium. Didn't I have leg cramps last night? It's because of calcium deficiency."

Although the calcium that bone soup can supplement is limited, there are no calcium tablets these days, so drinking bone soup is the best way to supplement calcium.

"Gai?" He Chengze thought it was the lid.

Although he reads a lot of books on weekdays, he has not dabbled in this area.

"It's not that cover." Jiang Xueyi explained to him again.

He Chengze glanced at her strangely: "How do you know so much?"

As far as he knew, 'Jiang Xueyi' had only attended literacy classes.

Jiang Xueyi's heart skipped a beat as she was almost exposed. She remained calm and said, "The educated youth who went to the countryside told me."

He Chengze nodded: "The educated youth all came from big cities, and some even went to high school. It's not surprising that they know so much."

Some old professors who were sent to the cowshed for forced labor had an astonishing cultural background.

It would be normal for Jiang Xueyi to learn something from them.

However, this topic was a bit sensitive, so the two chatted briefly and then changed the subject.

He Chengze went to the military camp, and Jiang Xueyi used the rice water he had saved to water the flowers.

When I got to the balcony, I was surprised to find that seedlings had already sprouted in two of the flower pots.

Counting from left to right, the second and fifth.

It's leeks and green onions.

The tender green buds and white roots are pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Xueyi carefully watered them with a ladle, praying that they would grow faster so that she could make leek dumplings and scallion oil noodles.

He Chengze was not at home, and she was bored at home alone. She wanted to take a nap, but she was not sleepy, so she simply took a cloth and went to find Liu Lu next door.

Liu Lu is currently making clothes for Zhao Xiaorui at home.

She held the cloth and gestured on Zhao Xiaorui's body, then asked Jiang Xueyi, "Do you think I should make her a skirt or a top and pants set?"

Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "This isn't for me. You can't ask me. You have to ask Xiaorui." She looked at Zhao Xiaorui, "Right, Xiaorui, do you want to wear a skirt or a top and pants?"

Liu Lu: "Well, she's just a child, what can she understand?"

Zhao Xiaorui puffed up her face and looked angry.

Jiang Xueyi: "Don't think that children are ignorant. If she likes skirts, she won't be happy even if you make her a top and pants. She won't like wearing them anyway."

"How dare she." Liu Lu raised her eyebrows. "She's spoiled. She dares to be picky about clothes made of cloth."

Having said that, she still asked Zhao Xiaorui for her opinion: "What kind of clothes do you want?"

Zhao Xiaorui's eyes sparkled as she held her face and said, "I want a skirt, the same kind that Miaomiao in our class wears."

"It's just a skirt. I promise I can make one that looks better than hers," said Liu Lu.

Seeing Jiang Xueyi holding cloth in her hands, she asked her, "Xueyi, do you want to make clothes too?"

"Well, I want to make a vest for Lao He as a surprise." Jiang Xueyi said, "But I don't know Lao He's specific size. I see that Captain Zhao has a similar figure to him, so I wanted to ask you, sister-in-law."

The last time they went to the department store, He Chengze bought her two sets of ready-made clothes. She lied to He Chengze and said she wanted to make clothes herself, and bought some shawl cloth and polyester fabric, but actually she wanted to make a vest for He Chengze.

He Chengze usually sweats a lot during training, and she saw that his vest had turned a little yellow.

Liu Lu looked at her with a smile. This newlywed couple was as sweet as honey and even had a surprise.