Wei Aiguo helped roll out the dumpling wrappers. He had a strange feeling about him. These days, who doesn't value food? Even if they had plenty, they wouldn't exchange it for money. Why was his mother so indifferent?
Flour, meat, oil—aren't they all precious?
Wei Aiguo wasn't reluctant to part with it, but he felt it didn't quite make sense...
That evening, Wei Aiguo raised this question.
Song Yan: "Old Han cured Mom's leg, and Old Zeng is my godfather. Besides, Mom isn't a petty person, is she?"
Wei Aiguo thought to himself that it wasn't, but this was not something he was going to worry about.
Wei Aiguo stared at Song Yan.
Song Yan touched his face. "Is there something on my face?"
Wei Aiguo leaned in and kissed her, saying, "I just think my wife is more and more beautiful the more I look at her."
"What about when I'm old and faded?" Song Yan asked casually.
"I'll cherish it no matter what." As he said this, Wei Aiguo's hands started to wander.
"You've been doing this for days on end? This is really bad for your health." Song Yan tried to pull his hand away but couldn't budge it.
"I'm still young, I don't need to focus on health. Don't you like that?"
Saying I don't like it would be a lie, "I can't stand you doing this either."
"I'll do whatever you say."
"Listen to me, listen to me, and go to sleep obediently."
"Didn't I listen to you yesterday? You told me to... I did everything you said..."
Over the days, Song Yan gradually felt that many changes had quietly taken place between her and Wei Aiguo, from the constraints of a marriage certificate to lovers with physical contact, and then to an intimate union.
Wei Aiguo gently stroked Song Yan's smooth skin.
The passion in their bodies hadn't completely subsided, and as she was being caressed like that, Song Yan hugged her man back. "Remember this, I definitely can't share my man or my toothbrush with anyone."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wei Aiguo patted Song Yan's smooth back. He suddenly paused, remembering what happened during the day. "Right now, it's only because you want me. I'm a cripple, who would bother with me?"
"So, you'd be willing to do anything if someone paid attention to you?" Song Yan asked.
In Wei Aiguo's eyes, Song Yan's smile was charming, and even her deliberately stern expression was alluring.
"If you're so worried, then turn into a demon and drain me dry."
"This shouldn't be your fault. But the thought of others having designs on you makes me unhappy." Song Yan's slightly spoiled manner was even more alluring.
Wei Aiguo's desires began to stir again. "I'll never be seen by anyone else in my life..."
Don't believe me? Then try again to see if I really like you...
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