Chapter 54: Mother’s hands are red!
Meng Mingshu: “…”
She hated being kept in suspense the most. The more Xiao Yan didn't say anything, the more Meng Mingshu felt like she was being scratched by a cat, and she wanted to know extremely well.
"Husband, I want to know now. Please tell me, okay?"
Meng Mingshu deliberately dragged out her tone to act coquettishly.
Xiao Yan's narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile was faintly visible at the corners of his mouth.
"Really want to know?"
Meng Mingshu nodded and looked at him eagerly: "Really."
Xiao Yan's smile deepened.
He reached out and took those soft hands, holding them in his palms.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Mingshu lowered her head and held Xiao Yan's hand.
Xiao Yan was tall and strong, with finger joints much thicker than those of ordinary people, and so was his strength.
His palms were covered with thick, rough calluses, and there were even horrific scars on the backs of his hands.
Meng Mingshu had also wondered before how a doctor like Xiao Yan could have such a pair of hands.
Now that I think about it, someone of Xiao Yan's status must have learned martial arts when he was young.
"Why do you keep looking at my hands?"
"Do you also think my hands are a hundred times prettier than yours?"
Xiao Yan smiled. Meng Mingshu's hands were indeed very beautiful.
It seems to be made of snow, incredibly soft.
Her fingers are slender and white like jade, with a soft pink hue on the fingertips, which makes her look very adorable.
“It’s really beautiful.”
Meng Mingshu opened her eyes wide and stared at Xiao Yan in a daze.
“She’s pretty too.”
Xiao Yan added, his gaze falling on Meng Mingshu again.
In the dim curtains, Meng Mingshu's hair was scattered around her waist like clouds.
She was only wearing a green gauze dress, the color was so light and tender that it made her fair skin seem to glow.
Meng Mingshu was fair but her cheeks were red: “Of course I know.”
"It was with this face that I was able to trick you into my life."
Thinking of the past, Meng Mingshu felt a little complacent.
She could still remember that when she rescued Xiao Yan, he asked her if she was a fairy.
Meng Mingshu said she was not.
Xiao Yan still didn't believe it.
Still insisted on calling her fairy.
After being rescued and waking up, Xiao Yan apologized with red ears, saying that he had offended her.
"If there are women who are prettier than me, will you like them?"
Meng Mingshu asked deliberately.
Xiao Yan also thought of what happened before and had a smile on his face.
"I've been completely deceived by a woman named Meng Mingshu."
Perhaps beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
The woman who seemed stunningly beautiful in the eyes of others was far inferior to Meng Mingshu in Xiao Yan's eyes.
It seemed as if every part of Meng Mingshu was rooted in his heart.
"I don't believe it." Meng Mingshu's cheeks flushed, but she still said, "Unless you prove it to me."
Meng Mingshu originally wanted Xiao Yan to say some sweet words to her.
But Xiao Yan simply held her hand and placed it on his black robe.
Meng Mingshu's eyes widened, she took a breath, and then suddenly pulled her hand back.
"You, you."
Meng Mingshu's earlobes, which were originally as white as jade, were now burning hot as fire.
"Vile and shameless."
Xiao Yan smiled.
Just this scared Meng Mingshu.
He hadn't told her yet, but just seeing her, he couldn't help but have countless dirty and dark thoughts in his mind.
He wished he could rub her into his bones and blood, hold her in his arms, and never let her get down.
I can only be inseparable from him for the rest of my life.
If the remaining rationality had not been vented unscrupulously in dreams again and again.
I'm afraid it has already been burned to the point of being in danger.
Now Meng Mingshu still doesn't know the danger and wants to starve him.
Xiao Yan was afraid that after arriving in the capital, he would lose control and hurt her.
"Is this shameless?"
Xiao Yan grabbed Meng Mingshu's hand again and insisted on placing it on his robe: "Then how did our Tuan'er come about?"
Meng Mingshu could see that Xiao Yan was just unsatisfied.
"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to know any surprises, and you, you don't have to tell me."
Meng Mingshu quickly changed the subject.
Although Xiao Yan had just promised her that he would not do that now, he would wait until he returned to Beijing.
But it is obvious that Xiao Yan still has evil intentions.
If she continued, she felt she would be in danger.
After Meng Mingshu finished speaking, she tried to pull her hand back, but found that she couldn't pull it back at all.
Her strength was far inferior to that of a tall and strong man like Xiao Yan. Even though Xiao Yan was injured, his right hand was still strong.
A muscular arm held her hand, and Meng Mingshu couldn't move at all.
"Be good."
Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse as he stroked her hand carefully: "Just once."
Meng Mingshu was frightened by the heat and eagerness in his eyes.
Thinking about these four years, Xiao Yan had indeed been living like a widow.
Meng Mingshu still softened her heart.
She lowered her fair neck and finally nodded.
So Meng Mingshu was carried down from the bed.
"Good Ah Shu..."
"Ah Shu..."
"Be a little better..."
Meng Mingshu just felt that time was passing very slowly.
It seemed like it was raining outside, but Meng Mingshu couldn't hear anything.
The only thing she could hear was Xiao Yan's voice above her head.
The sound of rapid breathing lingered in her ears and head, as if enveloping her whole body.
It was not until a long time later that Meng Mingshu was carried back to bed by Xiao Yan again.
Xiao Yan's clothes were already wrinkled, and the bed curtains were filled with a strong smell of aggression.
He held Meng Mingshu's hand, saw that she was extremely tired, and took up his robe to wipe her hands.
"Be good... go to sleep."
…
"Mother, mother, father!"
When Meng Mingshu woke up again, she heard Tuan'er calling outside the door.
She couldn't open her eyes and felt like she had slept for less than two hours.
"It's all your fault."
Meng Mingshu subconsciously wanted to hit Xiao Yan, but found that she couldn't lift her arms at all and her knees hurt.
"It's all your fault. It's all your fault."
Xiao Yan smiled but said nothing.
Yesterday it wasn't even an appetizer.
I could only say that I barely ate a mouthful of porridge to fill my stomach a little, but it didn't make me feel full at all.
But Xiao Yan naturally would not tell Meng Mingshu these words.
"It's my fault, don't be angry."
Xiao Yan brought Tuan'er in from outside the door.
As soon as Tuan'er saw Meng Mingshu, he rushed over with his short legs.
When he reached the bed, he was groaning and couldn't get up. Meng Mingshu wanted to reach out to pick him up, but found that she couldn't lift him up either.
Tuan'er looked up and asked doubtfully, "Is Mommy hungry?"
"Tuan'er is hungry and has no strength. Mommy, please eat quickly."
The tips of Meng Mingshu's ears turned red again, and she nodded.
In the end, Xiao Yan carried Tuan'er to the bed.
"Thank you, Daddy."
Tuaner climbed onto Meng Mingshu and kissed her on the face.
"Today I want my mother to comb my hair, not my father."
Tuan'er looked at Meng Mingshu eagerly.
Meng Mingshu: “…”
Her hands were sore, and she could only look to Xiao Yan for help.
Xiao Yan touched his nose, feeling a little guilty: "Tuan'er, let daddy come."
It had long become a habit for Xiao Yan to take care of Tuan'er.
Whether it's combing her hair or helping Tuan'er get dressed, she is a hundred times more skilled than Meng Mingshu.
"Okay, let's make a beautiful Tuan'er today."
After Tuan'er finished doing her hair, she sat obediently on the edge of the bed.
After Xiao Yan finished taking care of his daughter, he also helped Meng Mingshu wash up.
"Mother, why do you only wash your hands and not your face?"
"Daddy once said that children who don't wash their faces are dirty children."
"Mom, you can't not wash your face."
Meng Mingshu's cheeks flushed: "..."
"Mother didn't."
Xiao Yan grabbed Meng Mingshu's hand, wiped it, and spoke to Tuan'er:
"Tuan'er, Daddy will do it one by one."
Tuan'er then nodded.
Xiao Yan turned Meng Mingshu's palm upwards and wiped it carefully, not missing any fingertips.
He knew that Meng Mingshu was a mysophobe.
"Daddy, don't use too much force! Your mother's hands are all red."
Meng Mingshu's skin was too fair, and the redness on her soft, jade-white palms was very obvious.
That's why Tuan'er misunderstood.
She was angry and looked at Meng Mingshu's hand with heartache.
Meng Mingshu's hand trembled subconsciously, obviously thinking of what happened last night.
Her cheeks flushed, but she still suppressed her shyness and explained to her angry daughter:
"Tuan'er, it's okay."
Meng Mingshu quickly pulled her hand out of Xiao Yan's big hand.
"I can do it myself."
Her hands were slightly curled up, and when Xiao Yan looked over, he saw that her fingernails were pink.
Xiao Yan's Adam's apple rolled again.
The dark desires in my heart surged again.
But considering Tuan'er's presence, Xiao Yan could only suppress all of this.
"I'll do it."
Xiao Yan held her hand forcefully.
"Don't hide from me!"
Not now, and certainly not in the future.
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