After the first month of the lunar calendar, the weather got warmer day by day, and Wen Qinghe gradually started to take off her clothes.
She had to remove her clothes discreetly, simply because there was a kind of cold that her husband thought she felt.
After the struggle failed,
She can only quietly take off a pair of thermal pants today and a sweater tomorrow.
Then change the down jacket into a thin fleece spring shirt, and the fleece-lined pants into light and slim-fitting trousers.
After the Spring Festival, everyone in the village was busy with spring planting, and Yan Xiao was no exception.
They leave early and return late every day.
Wen Qinghe always went to bed early and woke up late, so he didn't notice anything amiss.
One morning, Yan Xiao returned home early from work and saw his wife sitting in the yard, dressed in thin clothes, holding a small bucket.
One bite after another.
Her slender, jade-like fingers held the spoon, scooping up spoonful after spoonful and putting it into her mouth. Her eyes narrowed in enjoyment the moment the food entered her mouth, like a charming little fox.
Yan Xiao's eyes widened slightly as he was struck by his wife's lively and beautiful face the moment he entered the room.
But when he saw the little girl's clothes and what she was holding, the amazement in his eyes quickly faded.
His expression also turned cold and somber.
If he remembers correctly, his wife had previously dragged him into the space to inventory the supplies, and even told him that it was called Häagen-Dazs.
They say that in the sweltering summer, a bite of this can instantly cool you down even in 40-degree weather.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the warm and pleasant weather, which was far from scorching.
It's only February, the swallows have only just started building their nests, and most people are still wearing their cotton-padded clothes.
The little thing started wearing only a thin shirt and pants, holding the cold, raw things and rubbing them against its body.
Yan Xiao felt a surge of anger, and a sharp pain shot through his temples.
He simply reached out and picked up the small bucket that was emitting cold air.
Immersed in the joy of eating ice cream, Wen Qinghe felt the surrounding air drop for a while, and thought it was because of the ice cream.
She didn't realize what was happening until the man snatched the item from her hand, by which time he was already in front of her.
Oh no, we've been discovered...
She wiped her mouth as if trying to cover up her misunderstanding, then got up and took the man's muscular forearm.
"Hey, Brother Yan, why are you back so early today?"
Yan Xiao: ...
"I didn't even know you were abusing my wife like this at home until you came back?"
Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?
"Where was the abuse? Besides... isn't your wife still me...?"
Wen Qinghe was unreasonable but also very assertive.
Yan Xiao was almost laughing in exasperation at her.
With a cold face, he threw down what he was holding. Seeing that Wen Qinghe was still looking regretful, he simply bent down and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Now free from the constraints of winter clothes, Wen Qinghe felt incredibly agile.
Relying on the fact that Yan Xiao wouldn't hurt her, she struggled to get off his shoulder.
"What...what are you doing...put me down right now! You've gone too far!"
Yan Xiao: Am I being unreasonable? Who's really being unreasonable here, secretly eating raw or cold food while I'm not home?
The little boy was only wearing a single layer of clothing and was being carried on his shoulder; he didn't weigh much at all.
This made him wonder where all the meat he ate during the winter had gone, and why he was just sitting there without gaining weight.
He also began to wonder if he had mistreated his wife in some way.
A sharp "slap!" rang out, followed by a deep, magnetic male voice, "Be good..."
Wen Qinghe's little bottom was suddenly patted lightly.
It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely humiliating.
Perhaps it was a matter of practice making perfect, but this time she wasn't as embarrassed.
After all, the last time I was treated like this was when the kitchen caught fire.
He knew that Yan Xiao might really be angry with him.
Having gained experience, she immediately used her ultimate move.
"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ You bullied me... Waaah..."
Sure enough, the man's composure vanished when he heard her cry.
He hurriedly supported the little girl's bottom, held her in his arms, and gently comforted her while kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Sweetie… I didn’t bully you. I just saw that you were dressed too lightly and didn’t take good care of yourself. I wanted to carry you into the room to put on some more clothes.”
"Waaah... Fine, then hug me... Why did you have to carry me on your shoulders... Waaah~ You're just bullying me!"
Yan Xiao was only angry at his wife for not taking care of her health; he never expected it would make her cry.
He reached out to wipe the little girl's tears, but when he raised his hand, he found that her beautiful, bright eyes had dry eyelashes, and her smooth, delicate face was rosy and pretty, without a single drop of moisture.
Yan Xiao chuckled to himself, all his anger turning into a sigh.
"Baby, don't cry, I was wrong..."
The man's deep, seductive voice made Wen Qinghe's heart tremble, and her fake crying tone dropped.
"Waaah... then you can't spank me anymore..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao recalled the feel of the slap he had just given her, and his large hand, which was resting on her bottom, gave it a gentle squeeze.
Yes, it feels great.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was deep.
"Okay, I won't hit it." Although I was a little tempted and regretful, it felt quite comfortable to hold.
Wen Qinghe thought she had reached an agreement, and she could no longer keep up the act of crying.
"Hmph, that's more like it..."
"Is your baby still angry with me?"
"I'm not angry anymore."
Yan Xiao had already carried the girl into the room and taken a blanket from the wooden sofa to wrap the little girl up.
He placed her on his lap and then hooked her chin, saying, "Qingbao's anger has subsided, but I'm still not over it."
Wen Qinghe, weak and guilty, timidly asked, "Why is Brother Yan angry?"
The man's large hand slipped into the blanket, gently stroking along his waist through his thin spring shirt, his voice carrying the imminent threat of a storm.
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