The two children were already asleep, and their homework was on the table.
She doesn't want to be disturbed when she's exercising, so after she finishes her homework, she lets them put it on the table and checks it herself.
If it's well written, she'll draw a little red flower on it.
The bad parts will also be marked.
At first, I only drew for Xiaobao.
I don't know when Pei Jichuan saw it, but I would also secretly put my homework on the table and then go to sleep.
One morning, she woke up early and saw him standing in front of the table, looking at his homework with a disappointed expression.
Song Yanzhi guessed that he must be upset because he saw that Xiao Bao's homework was checked and he got a little red flower, while he didn't get one.
That's how kids are.
I always see what others have and I want it too.
It's funny, some people work harder the less you care about them, and the more you care, the more annoyed they become.
Song Yanzhi remained silent for a while, then looked at the two children's homework, which was very well done.
Pei Jichuan had never practiced calligraphy, but Song Yanzhi could tell he was very serious.
Each character is written stroke by stroke, with an obsessive pursuit of perfection.
Xiao Bao was mentioned by her, and that's when the child changed his ways.
After reading it, she showed no expression and casually sketched something with her pen. Song Yanzhi's painting skills were very high. Because in her previous life, Pei Tiantian wanted to learn everything since she was a child, so she personally took care of her and watched her learn piano and painting.
In the end, I learned it myself.
So drawing a little red flower is something she can do with a single, casual stroke.
It looks like it was printed on the notebook.
After practicing yoga, I felt refreshed and invigorated all over.
After rinsing off, my cheeks were still flushed when I came out.
Song Yanzhi took out some skincare products she had bought and applied them to her face, neck, and hands.
Her hair is much smoother than before; she cut off the bad parts. Although it's still fine and soft, it's no longer frizzy.
She thought back to the past, when she also had a head of shiny black hair.
However, after giving birth, my health deteriorated. Not only my body, but also my skin and hair became dry and brittle.
He seemed listless and lacked energy.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Yanzhi seemed to have returned to the time when she had just gotten married. Back then, her skin was also clear and bright, and she looked like a flower bud about to bloom.
Everyone complimented her on her beauty.
She smiled, got up and went into the kitchen, where she drank the medicine that had been cooled to a warm temperature.
When Pei Yuchen came in, he saw her wearing a thin nightgown, her slender figure standing in the kitchen, drinking medicine with her back to him.
She seemed to have taken a shower; the tips of her hair were still slightly damp, and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
He was in a good mood today, and seeing her back view made his heart soften unconsciously.
I don't know why, but I really want to get close to her.
He stepped forward, drew closer, and wrapped his strong arms around her waist from behind.
Song Yanzhi was so frightened that she almost threw the bowl away.
She was about to scream when the man covered her mouth.
"It's me." A deep voice came from behind her ear, and a breath of warm air hit her skin, instantly raising goosebumps.
Song Yanzhi's heart leaped into her throat, and the moment her voice rose, she realized that the child had just fallen asleep. Worried about startling Xiao Bao, she took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and reached out to pull his hand, "What are you doing!"
A faint smell of alcohol wafted over.
Song Yanzhi frowned.
Pei Yuchen then gestured for her to turn around, and the two stood very close to each other.
He probably didn't drink much; the alcohol tasted faint.
He didn't let go; through the thin fabric, it felt as if it were pressed against her skin, incredibly hot.
She gasped for breath.
Pei Yuchen looked down at her, his deep-set eyes and dark pupils seeming to draw her in.
"I packed my things today, and when I came back, I was invited to have a few drinks as a farewell."
Song Yanzhi paused for a moment after pulling his hand, then understood what he meant.
"Are you happy to leave?" She had always thought that Pei Yuchen didn't want to retire from the military.
She had actually heard some inside stories. Pei Yuchen was suppressed in the west. It's very difficult for someone without a background or connections to climb to the top.
So he came back.
After that, he always had a stern face, making people feel that he was never happy.
But now she could feel the pleasure emanating from the man.
Song Yan was momentarily stunned.
"It's alright, but it's unrelated to this matter."
"What is that?" Song Yanzhi frowned, trying to guess, but she couldn't.
Pei Yuchen looked at her scrunched-up little face, which resembled Xiao Bao's. He also had the same expression when he was puzzled.
Young and cute.
Song Yanzhi had taken a bath, and her body felt fragrant and soft.
Her hair was loose, and she lacked her usual coldness and aloofness.
Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her cheeks had a faint pink hue, perhaps from the medicine she had taken. There was also a faint medicinal smell mixed with the pleasant scent of her body after a bath.
He suddenly felt a surge of anger rising up his spine.
The hand around her waist unconsciously twitched a couple of times.
Song Yanzhi's legs went weak and she almost fell over.
Her waist is her most sensitive area.
She realized something was wrong and quickly spoke up.
"Fine, don't tell me then, just let me go."
Pei Yuchen remained unmoved.
She frowned, looked up at him fiercely, and gave him an expression that said, "I don't want to argue with you."
"I won't let you in unless you tell me what you did when you sneaked into my room."
Song Yanzhi felt a chill run down his spine, his guilt visibly evident: "Didn't I say I was looking for something?"
Pei Yuchen bent down and suddenly leaned close, their breaths mingling.
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