87 Progesterone
◎The foot feels so good, I can't help it.◎
In the blink of an eye, more than a month of summer vacation had passed. As time went by, Liang Youwei's belly gradually bulged.
In the semi-open-air, super-large gymnasium, people come and go, the air is filled with fragrance, and the sound of cheerful conversations can be heard everywhere.
"What brings you to the concert?" Liang Ting'an wore a mask, revealing only his deep, piercing eyes. He held a small fan and blew it sideways toward Liang Youwei. His voice was gentle, "It's hot and humid tonight. Don't you hate sweating? I checked the time. We still have time to leave."
Liang Youwei smiled and patted his arm. "Brother, stop messing around. This is the Bird's Nest. The conditions are top-tier in China, okay? And the air conditioner was already turned on, and the top is also closed, so the room temperature is normal."
She took his hand, placed it against her cheek, and smiled brightly, "Feel your temperature. Is it normal? Honestly, I feel like I could jump for ten hours straight."
"...Nonsense." Liang Ting'an's Adam's apple rolled, as if burned. "It's been six months, after all. I don't even feel scared anymore."
Liang Youwei thought he was making a big deal out of nothing. "What's there to be afraid of? The baby's been very well behaved and hasn't let me suffer at all. But you guys, do you seem to have lost weight? Loss of appetite in the summer?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Shao Yue with suspicion.
Shao Yue was half angry and half amused: "Weiwei, why have I lost weight? Don't you know?" He kindly gave two key words, "Midnight, suit."
The subtle teasing between the words was too obvious, Liang Youwei understood it immediately, her eyes wandering: "Oh, there is indeed a reason..."
Liang Ting'an was very dissatisfied with the "tacit understanding" between the two, and felt very uncomfortable, but his face was calm: "Why, what happened? Brother, can I know?"
"It's useless for Big Brother to know." Shao Yue smiled and spoke first, "After all, I'm the one who takes care of Weiwei most of the time at night. If there's anything that needs to be done, it's naturally me who will handle it."
Liang Ting'an sneered coldly, "You come to solve it? What can you solve? You're such a kid, what's the point of you solving it? If you tell others about it, they won't laugh you out loud."
Subconsciously sensing that an argument was about to break out, Liang Youwei immediately restrained one of them with one hand and said earnestly, "Can you all just be quiet? Every time we meet, you're so cunning and scheming, wanting to screw each other over. Innocence is such a beautiful virtue, why do you come up with so many twists and turns? Okay, okay, let's stop here. The show starts in half an hour. Please don't disturb the other audience members. Have some sense of public morality."
Shao Yue was the best at flattering others. When he heard this, his expression changed instantly: "Well, Weiwei is right. I won't be influenced by my elder brother Qin Zhen anymore."
Liang Youwei was completely convinced.
Why is she still putting on eye drops? She's not stupid.
Liang Ting'an swallowed his anger silently, his eyes slightly curved. "Brother won't make things difficult for you. But what exactly does Shao Yue mean by a suit?"
Her heart skipped a beat, and Liang Youwei cleared her throat: "That... actually it has nothing to do with you, brother. You don't look good in it."
"Didn't Weiwei say that whatever brother wears looks good?"
"That's different. Your breasts are too big. That kind of suit is more suitable for Qin Zhen's body shape. She needs to be thinner."
Liang Ting'an could hardly imagine that one day Liang Youwei would "dislike" him because of his big breasts.
What’s even more outrageous is that the object of comparison is that sinister Qin Zhen!
The girl wearing an oversized bucket hat couldn't help but sigh, "Look at you, you have to ask, and then you get upset when I tell you."
Liang Ting'an: "..."
Shao Yue almost couldn't hold back his laughter. His phone vibrated at this moment. He glanced at it and lowered his voice: "Weiwei, Shengsheng called me to go backstage. I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Well, go ahead. I'll wait for you here. Send me a message if you need anything."
Liang Ting'an finally felt better after Shao Yue disappeared. He had thought that his two sisters and the little girl from the Zhao family had been busy recently, so he could spend some time with Liang Youwei, but Shao Yue was still haunting him.
"Brother, do you think jogging is really fun? My second sister always drags me to the gym, either to do sit-ups or run." Liang Youwei asked this question half-confusedly and half-complainingly while chatting with Liang Zhihui on WeChat.
Liang Ting'an: "You've never liked exercising since you were a child, so of course it's not fun."
"That's right."
"Hey, brother, I'm suddenly curious about something."
"Well, you ask."
Liang Youwei leaned over and teased, "After the baby is born, should he call you dad or uncle?"
Liang Ting'an lowered his eyes so that his expression could not be seen, and said calmly, "You can call me uncle."
Liang Youwei was surprised. Why did he suddenly become so easy to talk to?
With a pair of curious almond-shaped eyes, his bony fingers pinched the soft side of his cheek. His brother's voice was gentle and smiling: "Then, can Weiwei call me by another name?"
Liang Youwei was about to jump up, her voice clenched with shame as she scolded in a low voice: "No! Brother, we're outside now, don't talk nonsense!"
The other party said calmly: "If it doesn't work, you can just say it in English. I don't mind. But, I don't think I need to teach you this word, right?"
Liang Youwei couldn't stand it anymore, so she threw herself into the other person's arms and hit him lightly, like a spoiled child.
Liang Ting'an curled his lips and gently stroked her back.
There are quite a lot of seats available for this concert, but Zhao Lingyu thinks it's too noisy, Liang Jingyi is misanthropic, Liang Zhihui wants to go to California to watch F1, and Qin Zhen is firmly resisted by Shao Sheng, the provider of the front-row tickets, because of his status as her "ex-boyfriend"... After all, there are only two guests, and it's not very lively.
But despite this, the girl behind Liang Youwei was still stunned.
It was her first time attending a live concert, and she was lucky enough to get a seat in the backstage area. She was so nervous she couldn't even use her phone, so she simply checked her makeup in the mirror. Who knew that just by not wearing headphones, she would see such a big thing.
She didn't hear clearly what the three people in front said, but the Shura atmosphere was obvious. Holding a man's hand in each, they seemed to mention "baby", "brother", and "uncle" in their words?
Wow, it’s the orthopedics channel?
She silently repented of her gossiping nature, then straightened her neck and glanced cautiously. She only talked about this kind of thing with her friends anyway, so it wasn't a big deal.
But just one glance was enough to shock her pupils.
The next second, she immediately wanted to play with her cell phone.
[Mysterious! I've really caught some big news this time! ! ! ]
…
Liang Tingan was nervous for as long as the concert lasted. During each song, he observed Liang Youwei's condition at least two or three times.
The reason was simple. Someone was too excited and immersed in it. Even halfway through, her face changed drastically and she pressed Liang Ting'an's hand hard.
"Um?"
Liang Ting'an turned to look at her. She hadn't done any backflips or flexed her abs on stage, so why was she suddenly so excited?
"Brother, it suddenly moved!"
Liang Ting'an was startled and looked up at the platform: "Who moved?"
The slightly nervous mood was instantly diluted. Liang Youwei burst into laughter and whispered in his ear: "This is moving."
After saying that, she clasped his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.
The man wasn't expecting this answer. The chorus in his ears drifted away, and he blinked slowly. "Does it hurt?"
Liang Youwei smiled and continued talking into his ear, "A little at first, but it's mainly amazing. It's the first time it's been this lively. I'll definitely take note of it when I get home."
"It's because it's noisy here."
Liang Ting'an, not having any romantic sense, simply felt that concerts could harm one's health. Thinking about Liang Youwei's usual physical condition, he became increasingly nervous. Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart rate was actually changing.
"Weiwei, let's go home after we finish listening to this song, okay? This will give you more time to work on your journal—the little things you bought have arrived again, so I have new materials."
No, the concert isn't even halfway through yet, what is her brother talking about?
Liang Youwei's eyes were filled with confusion: "Brother, I find that you are a very serious person."
She just wanted to share the baby's condition, but this man turned out to be so unromantic. When did her brother become a coward?
Liang Youwei twisted his thigh and said word by word with a firm attitude: "I refuse to go home. What a great view from this seat! Shengsheng reserved it specially for me. Don't let it go to waste."
Liang Ting'an took a deep breath, feeling extremely anxious.
Coincidentally, the next song was the vocalist's solo performance, and the song was "Torment", sung by Shao Sheng again.
I give up.
Liang Youwei's anger faded quickly, but when she thought about how Liang Ting'an usually took advantage of her in bed, she felt a surge of resentment. "That old bastard, relying on his age to bully her every day!"
This time I finally got the chance, I must show him a good look!
Liang Youwei kept her word, and even when she returned to their little home, her face remained tense. Liang Ting'an knew she was "sulking," so he deliberately kept silent, playing a kind of "two-person trip" with his sister.
"What are you doing in here? Get out!"
In the bathroom, Liang Youwei pressed her index finger against the chest of the person opposite her, glaring at him and saying sarcastically, "How can a brother and sister take a bath together?"
Don't think she doesn't know, the silence along the way is him teasing her! A pervert who plays with border control in and out of bed!
"Really?" The tall man chuckled. "There's no sister in the world who calls her brother D——"
Liang Youwei's breathing stagnated. She quickly stood on tiptoe and blocked his mouth with her hands, gritting her teeth, "You come again!"
Liang Ting'an pulled her hand down with one hand, put his other arm around her waist, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Do you really hate your brother?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "I was wrong not to admit my mistake to you in time. But Weiwei, you should at least give me a chance to make amends, right?"
Liang Youwei was very skeptical and spoke slowly: "How do you want to make amends?"
Liang Ting'an bent down and whispered in her ear: "How about I help you take a bath?"
"Is this making up for your mistake? Is it for your own good or for you?" Liang Youwei was so angry that she blew her nose and glared.
The person opposite him didn't say anything, but leaned in and kissed him. He used the kind of kissing method that was slow and gentle, invading step by step, neither hurried nor slow.
Of course, it’s not just the depth that’s being unraveled, it’s also the clothes.
The water vapor gradually became hazy, blurring all the glass surfaces.
…
Two hours later, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.
"Brother, were you holding it in too much before?" Lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, Liang Youwei suddenly slapped the person on her, and the slap was particularly loud.
The force was even stronger. Liang Ting'an couldn't help laughing, and then he applied lotion on her thighs: "Why do you say that?"
His olive-colored skin contrasted sharply with the pale skin under his hands. He controlled his strength and slowly applied the transparent lotion in circular motions, his eyes fixed on an unknown place.
The warm lighting made her look beautiful. Liang Youwei said frankly: "Because you take too long, only once an hour. Don't you know what's going on?"
This is pure torture for her, okay? Compared to Qin Zhen and Shao Yue, Liang Ting'an has many quirks. In addition to his strange oral habits and postures, his psychology is particularly annoying - he can't feel good, and he won't let himself climax. It's so annoying.
Liang Ting'an didn't care about her accusations and chuckled. "It's very possible. So, Weiwei, can you stay with me more? Maybe Doctor Liang can bring her back to health."
Old rogue.
Liang Youwei's ears were red. She ignored everyone and took out her mobile phone to browse the store.
Eleven o'clock was Liang Youwei's bedtime, six months pregnant. After applying all the creams, Liang Ting'an washed his hands and came out of the bathroom, ready to coax her to sleep.
He lay down on the bed, naturally took out the electronic device from the girl's hand, and pulled the thin blanket over her: "Be good, it's time to sleep."
Liang Youwei, who was halfway through watching the food video, was dissatisfied and called out his name: "Liang Ting'an, what are you doing!"
"You're so disrespectful." The other person glanced at his phone screen, his tone calm, but with a touch more tenderness than when he was working. "What kind of delicious food can there be in Korea? There's no need to look at it."
During his two-week business trip there, Liang Ting'an nearly suffered from nitrite poisoning. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he managed to eat a few normal meals by flattering himself and hanging out with Qiao Shuyu's group of girls.
Liang Youwei snorted twice: "They are neatly coded, what do you know? It's just a clean and clear feeling. They are not allowed to look at this or that every day, but when it comes to AV, they are willing to watch it."
Liang Ting'an automatically filtered out the last sentence and stated the facts and reasoned: "You can't watch these food videos for a long time at night. It will easily cause excessive stomach acid secretion, which is bad for your health. In the future, if you want to watch food or eating broadcasts, at least eat half full, okay?"
"Okay." Liang Youwei pouted, knowing that he was really afraid that something would happen to her or she would get sick, so she agreed obediently.
The person opposite touched him consciously: "Then go to sleep, dear."
At the same time as this sentence was spoken, "Then go and make me some pancakes."
"Jianbingguozi?" Liang Ting'an rarely showed an expression that was even remotely stupid. "But what you just saw was clearly a sandwich."
Liang Youwei didn't care: "They are all edible, there is not much difference, go quickly."
"Weiwei, I can learn how to make Jianbing Guozi right now, but we don't have the ingredients or tools at home. Besides, it's eleven o'clock now, and most breakfast shop owners are on vacation."
Liang Ting'an was troubled. "We can't disturb them now, right? They have to get up early tomorrow."
In order to prepare a "Research Report on Individual Business Owners in the Catering Industry", Liang Ting'an and Liang Zhihui personally lived and ate with a husband-and-wife restaurant, and their understanding of individual business owners was much broader than that of people of the same class.
"Liang Ting'an, your ideological awareness in this regard is not as good as Shao Yue and Qin Zhen's. You outsourced your responsibilities, while they all looked inward. I've always let you do it, why bother dragging others into it?"
Liang Youwei only messes with her own people and never loses her temper with ordinary workers.
Liang Ting'an sighed: "Little Ancestor, didn't I tell you that without the raw materials and equipment, how can I make it for you? Otherwise, why don't you play with your phone for a while?"
The little girl said seriously: "No, I want to eat."
"…What to eat?"
"Jianbing Guozi."
As expected, Liang Ting'an closed his eyes.
"Little Ancestor, can we change one?"
"cannot."
"Then can you eat its brothers and sisters?"
"What's the meaning?"
"We still have flour at home, so we can make the dough now. Even though it won't be crispy enough, it will still be delicious."
"Well... barely."
After receiving the answer, Liang Youwei quickly became happy again, hugged her brother's neck and kissed him, saying with certainty: "I knew my brother was a superman and could do anything."
Liang Ting'an raised his eyebrows, protecting his back and letting her play: "Yes, and only for you."
"Brother is so nice~" Liang Youwei acted coquettishly, "Then I'll wait for you?"
"good."
The brother and sister divided the work, one concentrated on preparing meals and cooking, while the other made a diary while choosing music.
Amidst the addictive pop music, Liang Youwei raised her voice and called out, "Brother, what drink do you think goes best with Oreos?"
Liang Ting'an looked up: "Oreo? The black and white cookie?"
"Pfft - bro, you're so unfashionable, hahaha, even black and white cookies."
Mr. Liang's ears had a filtering system, so he ignored all the unpleasant words and just thought: "If it's black and white, then any light-colored drink would look good. Blue, maybe? Brother isn't very good at this."
Liang Ting'an knows Liang Youwei's recent hobby, which is surprisingly not stupid. While making a hand journal might be a bit childish, it's calming and cultivates aesthetic taste, which is highly commendable.
In a sense, making a diary is the same as practicing calligraphy.
Liang Youwei muttered: "As for blue, there's a blue bottle that's pretty nice... But I'm out of stickers, so I have to cut up the cardboard..."
Liang Ting'an frowned. "Don't use the scissors. Put something else on first. Isn't there something called a sealing sticker? Using that for decoration will make it almost the same."
"Brother, you are so careless. The sealing tape here is also square, so I still need to cut it."
At the counter, the person cutting the beef ribs was helpless: "Weiwei, you're listening to music right now, it's easy to be distracted. The scissors are too sharp, what if you hurt yourself?"
After hearing this, Liang Youwei suddenly thought of something and slammed her hand on the table, angrily saying, "Well, Liang Ting'an, no wonder you obey me so much. Are you afraid of hurting your son?"
"?"
Liang Ting'an was confused. What kind of logic was this? Hadn't he always been obedient to his sister? And when did Weiwei find out the baby's gender?
"You! Speak! Talk!"
Without time to think too much, Liang Ting'an put down his knife and washed his hands, then quickened his pace and walked over: "Why do you think so?"
The person on the thick carpet had tears in their eyes. "Why? Because you never followed my lead before, but now you just accept whatever I say. Isn't the only variable the child?"
Her change of attitude was sudden and her tears were inexplicable.
Liang Ting'an sighed, and held her in his arms. He gently stroked the back of her head and coaxed her, "You're wrong. The variable also includes our identity. A brother shouldn't just dote on his sister; he should also have strict standards for her. Otherwise, how will she live independently in the future?"
He is very patient.
"But Liang Ting'an is not only Liang Youwei's brother, he's also Liang Youwei's other half. If he's her other half, then I have the responsibility and the right to indulge you according to your nature. Weiwei, do you know? If possible, I even hope that you will never achieve anything, always be ignorant, and always rely on me, trust me, and only me."
Realizing that the person in his arms was no longer crying or struggling, Liang Ting'an's mouth corners suddenly turned up.
"Is Weiwei scared after hearing this?"
"I'm not afraid."
After a long moment, Liang Youwei sniffed and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm sorry... Was I unreasonable just now?"
Liang Ting'an kissed her tear marks and denied it: "I'm not being unreasonable. Because from your perspective, that's the truth."
But Liang Youwei seemed not to hear his words, still sobbing softly: "Brother, I really didn't mean to cause trouble for you, and I didn't want to embarrass you or make things difficult for you, but, I just can't help it... Sometimes I don't know what's wrong with me, the moment I say something, it's always difficult, whether it's to you or to others... Brother, have I become bad?"
"No. It's all the effect of the progesterone."
Seeing her cry, Liang Ting'an felt inexplicably depressed, and a bit of bitterness overflowed from his heart. "Have you forgotten? The hcg value of pregnant women is as high as 200,000, but your physical examination reports from the past two years combined are less than 10. Jingyi has told you these things many times, just to let you relax without any scruples. Right?"
He changed his position and completely embraced Liang Youwei in his arms, stroking her back again and again, tirelessly: "Qin Zhen contacted me a few days ago and said that you suddenly cried for two hours in the middle of the night last Saturday. Is that also because of this? You didn't accidentally hit Shao Yue before, so you don't need to worry about it. It's not normal for a grown man of over 5 feet to get kicked a few times. Uncle Shao has beaten him since he was a child. You are so weak that the kick can't hurt him at all."
Liang Youwei's shoulders trembled, and she corrected herself cowardly: "Shao Yue's kick wasn't accidental. I saw his back to me, and on impulse, I kicked him in the butt..."
Liang Ting'an laughed: "Then why did Shao Yue need to buy medicine?"
Liang Youwei complained: "My feet felt so good, I couldn't help myself."
"It seems that it is indeed Shao Yue's fault. I'll ask your second sister to call him and give him a lecture, okay?" Liang Ting'an was amused by his sister's tone. "Your second sister's words are more effective than an imperial edict."
Liang Youwei stopped crying and laughed: "Because my sister is so great, everyone admires her. Does my brother admire my sister?"
The man thought seriously: "Sometimes. Zhihui is thoughtful and thoughtful. She has suffered a lot of grievances since she was a child. But she has survived it all. She is really amazing."
Two scents of shower gel with the same aroma intertwined. Liang Youwei leaned on his broad shoulders and whispered softly, "Sister was wronged, why didn't brother protect her?"
Recalling the past, Liang Ting'an's mind wandered for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: "Protection... My brother couldn't protect me back then. But it's all in the past, no need to mention it again."
He changed the subject: "Are you still hungry now? Does Weiwei want to eat something?"
"No, I want to sleep." She hugged him tightly.
"Okay, then let's go to bed." Liang Ting'an felt relieved. He stood up easily with the person in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
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