Chapter 21: Kiss it! Kiss it!

After a busy day, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou were indeed a little tired.

After washing their feet at around seven o'clock, they lay down to sleep. They didn't know how long they slept. When Zhou's mother turned over in a daze, she vaguely heard footsteps in the kitchen.

She touched her partner beside her.

The man opened his eyes and asked in an unusually hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

Father Zhou's lungs were injured, and he often did not have enough air to breathe. He could not lie flat, but could only half-recline, propping up the area above his waist with a few thick quilts behind him.

And this way of falling asleep has been maintained for eight years.

He sometimes slept and sometimes woke up. Sometimes he slept very deeply, and sometimes he would wake up because of shortness of breath. You can imagine the quality of his sleep, so Zhou's father felt that his wife pushed him.

He woke up immediately.

Zhou's mother asked in a low voice: "Is my son back?"

Father Zhou listened carefully to the kitchen outside for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "The footsteps sounded like Xiaoxiang's. I didn't hear our son coming back."

After hearing this, the woman raised her shoulders and muttered, "Is my daughter-in-law hungry and looking for food? The couple separated on the first day of their marriage, so Xiaoxiang will inevitably miss Mengzi. I saw that she only ate one or two bites of dinner."

Zhou's father is also a careful person.

During dinner, I did notice that my daughter-in-law didn't eat much.

He thought Xiaoxiang was worried about what to put in the sweet potatoes, but it turned out that she was thinking about Mengzi...

Father Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Make a bowl of milk powder for your daughter-in-law."

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

Mother Zhou climbed out of the quilt, walked to the cupboard in the dark, and made a bowl of milk powder.

She looked back and asked again: "Do you want me to make you a bowl?"

Father Zhou shook his head and began to cough, but he quickly suppressed the cough and said, "I don't want to drink. I'll drink it tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll give the milk to Xiaoxiang."

“Remember to knock first.”

In the darkness, Zhou's mother rolled her eyes at her husband and muttered, "How could I forget about this? I worry about it all the time!"

She carefully carried the milk bowl to the west room door and knocked on it: "Xiaoxiang?"

Chen Xiang: “…”

Zhou Dongmeng: "..."

…

About two or three minutes later.

Zhou's mother came back with an empty bowl.

The man half-lying on the kang turned his head and asked, "Did Xiaoxiang drink?"

"I drank it."

The room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.

But for Zhou's mother, who has lived in this house for most of her life, it is still like walking on flat ground.

She casually put the bowl on the chest, turned around and walked to the kang, took off her shoes, got into the quilt, pushed her husband, and said with a smile: "Your son is back."

Father Zhou was slightly surprised and asked casually, "When did you come back? Why didn't I hear any sound?"

"It's been a while since I came back... When I went over, the couple was having a good time. When I knocked on the door and went in, your son was still shy and pretended to sleep with his face to the inside."

Father Zhou closed his eyes and chuckled, "After all, they are newlyweds, so they like to have fun. It would be troublesome if they didn't."

Zhou's mother noticed that her husband's voice was sleepy.

She stood up and covered him with the quilt: "Okay, go to sleep."

Having said that, Zhou's mother lay down again, pulled her quilt tightly around her chin, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Silence returned to the room.

However, a new round of storm was brewing in the wedding room next door.

Westinghouse.

After a round of non-stop fighting, there is endless exhaustion...

Chen Xiang stared at the door that was so thoughtfully closed by Zhou's mother. After making sure again and again that no one would come in, she slumped her shoulders and completely relaxed.

The girl reached the bed, sat down, and lay back casually.

The moment the back of her head hit the pillow, her heart seemed to settle down.

Chen Xiang stared at the ceiling in a daze.

A trace of fatigue appeared on his chubby face.

Until something moved beside her, Chen Xiang suddenly came back to her senses. As her thoughts moved slightly, she remembered that Zhou Dongmeng was still in her bed: "......!"

Chen Xiang turned her head and looked beside her.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Dongmeng also turned his head and looked at her with a pair of extremely deep and bright eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Chen Xiang blinked her eyes, which were moist and round like a deer, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The lit kerosene lamp was hung on the wall at the head of the bed. The faint light shone down from behind the girl. Their faces were very close to each other. Zhou Dongmeng had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the fine furry hair on her cheeks.

And that cute little black mole on the tip of my nose.

The girl had just drunk a bowl of milk powder, which was the complex milk he bought for his father to replenish his body.

"Recombined milk is slightly different from milk powder. The former tastes richer and sweeter, and has higher nutritional value than milk powder."

This is how the members introduced milk powder to him when he first went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it.

Zhou Dongmeng had opened the milk can and smelled it once, and the smell was not as good as the members had described. But now, at this moment, the girl was close to him, and their breaths blended for a moment.

The man only smelled a fragrant and sticky smell of milk lingering in his nostrils.

Very strong, refreshing.

It's like holding a milk can in your arms.

Zhou Dongmeng's mouth felt dry for a moment, his lips clenched tightly, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but slide a few times.

The man suddenly spoke: "Chen Xiang..."

"Um?"

Chen Xiang raised her eyelashes and looked at him.

This was not the first time she had looked this man in the face up close!

In her previous life, when she was paralyzed in bed, although there were nurses taking care of her, Zhou Dongmeng still came every day.

He personally massaged her, applied facial cream on her, and even put her in a wheelchair and pushed her outside the hospital to sunbathe.

At this time, her forehead would always rest softly on the man's jaw. In fact, this action did not make her feel comfortable. Instead, it would hurt her because of the man's new stubble.

However, that kind of touch was the most real and only feeling she had during that period.

She could always see Zhou Dongmeng smiling at her gently and tenderly.

Unfortunately, after experiencing so many twists and turns and deaths, she had already lost all hope and chose to turn a blind eye to his face and his smile.

However, none of these encounters gave her such a big shock as this one!

Zhou Dongmeng's facial features are extremely handsome, just like the statues in the art museum that were carved by a chisel, with the most perfect golden proportions.

Even the scar that divides the end of the eyebrow in two seems to appear just right.

He is handsome enough...

The little bird in Chen Xiang's heart began to become restless, flapping its wings wildly, shaking its tail excitedly, and disturbing her heartbeat with all kinds of postures.

Urge her not to think too much and not to talk nonsense!

Kiss it! Kiss it!

Chen Xiang held the little bird in her heart, bit her lips, and clenched her chin even tighter.

Zhou Dong suddenly saw the girl's reaction and frowned slightly: "Chen Xiang."

“…”

Chen Xiang was silent.

But when the bird in her heart started jumping up again, she cried out inwardly, "Oh no!"

She seems to be moved!