Ling, the nanny of the Shen family, had mentioned several times before that Mr. Shen was not in good health.
But now, Wen Qiao is not only pregnant, but also carrying triplets.
This truly made Wen Qiao focus all her attention on Shen Jichuan and the child in her womb.
It seems she has forgotten what she wants?
After Wen Qiao had thought it through, she got up from the sofa.
Shen Jichuan would never know how to make hand-pulled noodles. Wen Qiao knew that Shen Jichuan couldn't make them, so she said that on purpose.
Unexpectedly, Shen Jichuan was actually kneading the dough seriously.
She stood at the door and looked over. He was really something else, adding more flour when there was too much water, and adding more water when there was too much flour.
Soon, the basin was full of noodles.
Wen Qiao coughed and walked over on her own.
"If you keep doing this, I won't be able to eat dinner tonight."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Shen Jichuan's face.
"It was my first time kneading dough, and I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Maybe I should ask my neighbor, Aunt Li, for help."
Wen Qiao stepped forward to untie the apron around his waist, but Shen Jichuan grabbed her hand.
"Wen Qiao, are you disgusted with me? I may have been immature in the past, but I swear to you, from now on, you are the only one for me."
The worry and panic in his eyes were real.
Wen Qiao's heart softened as well.
She said softly, "Then you should think carefully about how to handle this. After all, I'm pregnant, and I don't want my emotions to fluctuate too much."
"Also, this is your business, you have to handle it yourself, you can't leave it to me."
Shen Jichuan tightened his grip on Wen Qiao's wrist.
"I won't leave you with any trouble."
Finally, his wife was willing to listen to his explanation, and Shen Jichuan finally felt relieved.
He told Wen Qiao to go back inside and wait while he continued making hand-pulled noodles for her.
Wen Qiao looked at the basin and pursed her lips. If she really listened to him and went back to wait, she might as well skip dinner.
In the end, Wen Qiao managed to roll out the dough after a few tries.
When he was sleeping at night with his wife in his arms, Shen Jichuan wanted to be intimate with her several times.
But when he thought about the three babies in her belly, he could only hold back.
In the middle of the night, Wen Qiao woke up because she needed to urinate and went to the toilet.
She had just gotten up and was still feeling groggy.
The bedroom door opened, and Shen Jichuan came in.
A cold wind followed her into the room, and Wen Qiao immediately woke up.
She saw that Shen Jichuan's hair was wet.
"Did you take a shower?"
Shen Jichuan didn't answer, but immediately stepped forward to help Wen Qiao.
"Do you need to go to the restroom?"
"I'll have someone turn the room next door into a bathroom, so you won't have to keep running back and forth. It's slippery and unsafe outside."
Wen Qiao hummed in agreement, but still asked, "Why did you suddenly take a shower so late at night?"
"It's all because you're restless in your sleep at night, always moving around with me. Honey, I'm a man, a normal man with needs."
Wen Qiao paused, then chuckled and said, "So how did you deal with it before you married me?"
"Is having a wife the same as not having one? At that time, I could tolerate it, and my desire was low."
Now, it seems the demand is a bit too high.
He didn't dare let Wen Qiao know that he really wanted to sleep with the pregnant Wen Qiao.
But he was afraid that his overly perverse thoughts would frighten Wen Qiao, making her despise him even more.
Wen Qiao didn't say anything more.
She just muttered to herself, "It should be alright, right?"
After all, it's still early in the pregnancy.
Shen Jichuan could no longer tolerate these words, and that very night he tried it out on a small scale.
Although it wasn't as intense as before I found out I was pregnant, it was better than nothing.
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