Chapter 69: Getting a Marriage Certificate
Ye Xiaomei could feel the man's body temperature rising, and was about to melt her body: "Qijun... uh."
Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but let out a soft moan from her throat, which made Ma Qijun's heart itchy.
early morning.
Ma Qijun, my pillow, is no longer here.
Ye Xiaomei quickly got out of bed and locked the door, then stared at her body in the mirror.
There were many marks on her neck. Her skin was originally white and delicate, but there were also marks on Ye Xiaomei's face, thighs, and feet.
Ye Xiaomei simply felt it was incredible, how could there be rashes on her feet? But she didn't feel any pain. She suddenly remembered that she had changed her posture last night, so there should be rashes on her back as well. She tried to twist her body in front of the mirror to see her back clearly.
What should I do? The parts on my body can be covered by clothes, but what about my face and neck?
The scene of last night instantly came to her mind. She hugged the man's neck tightly and took the initiative to quench her thirst in the man's arms without restraint.
Ye Xiaomei's face suddenly flushed. She remembered the moment she reached the climax and how she couldn't help but call out "husband" over and over again. She seemed to have not been able to help herself and even bit the man.
Ye Xiaomei couldn't help feeling embarrassed, her face turning red all the way to her neck.
"Qijun, call Xiaomei to come for dinner. I've made lotus seed porridge. Go quickly." Wang Lan's loud voice came from the yard.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, no need to shout!" Ye Xiaomei was so flustered that her voice turned into a trembling sound.
When Ye Xiaomei was getting dressed, she realized that her legs were a little weak. She was too lazy to look for clothes in the closet, so she just wore the floral jacket that her mother's family had made for her and the navy blue trousers.
The door suddenly opened.
"Xiao Mei, let's go take some photos after dinner. We were delayed the past two days, so we'll finish the watermelon field today."
Ma Qijun opened half of the door, his half-smile still had a hint of pride on his face. Ma Qijun thought: Last night, when she couldn't bear it anymore and called out "husband", it was like she instantly filled me with fighting spirit.
Looking at the kiss mark on the girl's face, Ma Qijun's heart suddenly surged.
Ye Xiaomei covered her face with her hands, not knowing where to put them, and she didn't care about her panicked neck. Her face was as red as iron, and she could only pinch her collar with one hand and cover her face with the other.
Ma Qijun then put away his smile and said, "Wait a moment."
What are you waiting for? Ye Xiaomei didn't understand. She just waited for Ma Qijun to leave and then quickly searched for something in the drawer of her dressing table.
There is pearl whitening cream in it. I only used it once on my wedding day. I don’t know if it can cover it up.
Soon Ma Qijun brought the water for washing face into the room. Ye Xiaomei was moved by this. In her opinion, it was unreasonable for a man to serve a woman.
"Wash your face and apply some whitening cream."
When Ma Qijun said this, Ye Xiaomei's eyes lit up. He, a big boss, actually thought the same thing as her. Could this be a telepathic connection?
"Come out to eat after you've washed up. I've served you the food, it's still cold, and I've put some sugar in it." After giving the instructions, Ma Qijun limped out.
Ye Xiaomei looked at his tall and short back, and her heart was already sweet even before she had the sweet porridge.
I carefully covered all the kiss marks with foundation cream in front of the mirror, then checked my face from left to right. It seemed that they were not as obvious as before if I didn't look closely. It was my face that looked so awkwardly white.
"Qijun from your family knows how to love his wife. My wife is the opposite. She loves Dazhuang from our family much more." The neighbor opposite the low wall saw it all and chatted with Wang Lan while holding his bowl.
"That's right. Don't you see how much his father loves me?" Wang Lan could hear the mockery in the voice.
When others heard this, they always felt that Wang Lan was shameless and could still say such things at her age.
When Ye Xiaomei came out and sat down carefully, she took the porridge the man had served and ate it in small bites, saying in a low voice:
"Brother Ma, can you still see?"
Ma Qijun tilted his neck and looked around. His wife's skin was originally white, but after so much paint, it looked as white as wall putty:
"I can't see it clearly, but what should I do?"
"Ah?" Ye Xiaomei looked up suddenly and found that Ma Qijun had unbuttoned the two buttons that reached his collar and was pointing at them with a wicked smile.
Ye Xiaomei was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl. There were two rows of delicate little teeth marks on the man's collarbone. Each of them was purple, as if it would bleed if touched lightly.
"Does it hurt?" Ye Xiaomei quickly put down the bowl and leaned over to check.
Ma Qijun suddenly whispered, "If you call me husband, I won't feel any pain anymore."
Ye Xiaomei's face suddenly turned red all the way to the back of her ears.
"Xiao Mei, you should eat more and take care of your body so that you can give birth to a big fat baby in the future." Wang Lan walked over.
Ma Qijun quickly buttoned up his shirt, and the couple looked at each other suddenly. Ye Xiaomei burst out laughing, it turned out that he was shy too.
"You're already married, but you're still shy?" Wang Lan thought Ye Xiaomei was embarrassed, so she deliberately raised her voice and said:
"Mom is right. Take care of yourself and we'll have a baby weighing 15 pounds next year."
Eight jin? Ye Xiaomei looked at the man awkwardly, thinking how big a child would that be. She wondered how big a pumpkin weighing eight jin would be, and whether she could give birth to a child.
After dinner, Ye Xiaomei couldn't persuade Ma Qijun and changed into the red dress she wore when she got married. He also specially brought a military jacket.
As it was so hot, he could only sit on the handlebars. Ye Xiaomei sat sideways on the back seat. The man shouted, "Let's go."
Along the way, Ye Xiaomei looked at his uneven back, her heart in her throat: "Brother Ma, does your leg hurt? How about I get off and walk for a while?"
Ma Qijun's legs were not painless, but he always believed what his wife said: feeling something meant there was a chance of recovery, so this kind of pain was not considered pain to him:
"It doesn't hurt. Hold me tight. I'm going to speed up."
Ye Xiaomei pursed her lips and subconsciously touched the man's waist. She had never hugged a man in public before.
Then she thought, this is her own man, so what if she hugs him? Besides, they had sex that night, so wasn't it enough to hug him?
When she pressed her face tightly against the man's strong back, Ye Xiaomei felt so secure in her heart that she couldn't help but close her eyes.
The certificate application process was very smooth. The staff looked at the newlyweds who had a big height difference and couldn't help but say that they were a perfect match.
The man was tall and mighty, looking handsome in a military uniform. Although the woman's head just reached the man's chin, she was delicate, charming and gentle. The two of them complemented each other and were really pleasing to the eyes.
The director of the photo studio came over and said, "I have an unwelcome request. I will take your photo for free, but I want to keep one of your photos and put it on the publicity board of our photo studio. Do you agree with this, comrades?"
Ye Xiaomei was also stunned and looked up at the man.
"Okay, but." Seeing that the woman had no intention of objecting, Ma Qijun agreed immediately: "But you can print a big one for us. I plan to hang it on the wall."
The curator smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, military comrade."
On the way back, Ye Xiaomei looked at the paper several times, but was afraid of wrinkling it, because this piece of paper predicted the rest of her life.
"Do you want to buy some cloth to make a few new clothes?" Ma Qijun saw that she didn't have many decent clothes, and the one she wore this morning didn't match her beautiful appearance.
"No, we have something important to do today. Have you forgotten?"
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