Song Ling was silent.
She said pitifully, "Come on, blow on it and see if it relieves the pain. I'm not getting off the car anyway, so just blow on it."
Song Ling's heart seemed to be gently scratched by something.
He finally couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips, "Baby? Baby? Little baby?"
Liu Zhiyuan was happy. She stretched out her hand, climbed onto the uncle's neck, and hugged him tightly. "Okay, husband, you can call me baby from now on. Not bad, and very cute."
Song Ling held her and let her make noise in his arms.
His movements subconsciously became gentle.
When he got home, he put Liu Zhiyuan on the bed and began to undress her.
Liu Zhiyuan was still a little shy, subconsciously grabbing her clothes and twisting them around, "..."
Song Ling frowned and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Shy." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before." He answered as a matter of course.
"Let go," he ordered imperiously.
Liu Zhiyuan hesitated for a second, and finally let go.
"Okay, I'll just pretend I'm a mermaid. Mermaids don't wear clothes, so they don't have to be shy."
The corners of Song Ling's lips rose again. She seemed like a woman who always had the ability to make him lose control.
He carefully undressed her until she took a deep breath, revealing the shocking whip marks on her back.
His eyes suddenly turned colder, but his movements remained gentle as he began to disinfect her.
During the process, he watched her trembling back and couldn't help asking, "Does it hurt?"
Liu Zhiyuan was lying on the bed, biting the quilt, her face wrinkled. She said frankly, "It hurts, but..."
"But it's more about happiness and a sense of security."
After he treated her wound, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower.
Song Ling held her down and said, "Don't move, don't touch the water."
Liu Zhiyuan grimaced, "But it's really hard for me not to take a shower. What should I do?"
Song Ling ordered her to lie down, and then gave her two words: "Wait."
Liu Zhiyuan blinked and waited.
Soon, Song Ling came out of the bathroom with a basin of warm water and a towel in his hand.
Liu Zhiyuan was bathed in a happy and satisfied smile, and took the initiative to stretch out her little hand.
"Wipe your hands first. I didn't even have time to wash my hands today before I got into trouble."
Song Ling took her fair little hand and wiped it for her.
Wipe your hands first, then your back.
Then the shoulders, and finally the arms and legs. He felt that he was not a gentle person.
But when he did these things, his movements were always unconsciously gentle.
After finishing, there were a few crystal beads of sweat on his temples.
After he took care of her, she urged him: "Husband, go take a shower quickly. After you take a shower, hug me and comfort me."
Song Ling came out of the shower and sat down.
Liu Zhiyuan stood up, simply wrapped herself in her pajamas, took the towel and helped him wipe his hair.
When his hair was almost dry, she put down the towel, took the initiative to hug the man's neck from behind, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Uncle, will you protect me every time I encounter difficulties in the future?"
Her sweet voice echoed softly in his ears.
Song Ling nodded, grabbed her little hand, changed their positions, and then lay down.
Just like that, she ended up lying on his chest.
Liu Zhiyuan caressed him contentedly in her arms, her small hands gently tracing his three-dimensional facial features, a hint of admiration reflected in her clear eyes.
"Uncle, do you know how cool you were when you showed up today? You're my idol, you instantly slayed everyone. Didn't you notice that after you showed up, Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes were almost filled with anger? She must be jealous that I found such an outstanding man like you! Yeah, she must be jealous!"
She said with a smile, finally coming up with a summary of self-affirmation.
Song Ling noticed the key point in her words and asked, "Am I better than Duan Zichen?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded without hesitation.
"That's for sure. You're definitely better than Duan Zichen. Duan Zichen is inferior to you in every way except for being richer. You've completely defeated him!"
You are more handsome than him, your IQ is higher than his, but your EQ is lower than his. The low EQ here is a compliment to you, because you have low EQ, so you are not picky or promiscuous, and you always appear in time when I need you.
Although I don’t earn much, I give it to my family on time every month. And the amount I give is completely beyond the family’s expenses…”
"You put money in my wallet?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows.
Liu Zhiyuan blinked a little embarrassedly.
"So you knew? I thought I hid it well. I thought you must have given me a large portion of your salary, so I couldn't afford it. What if you needed money? I secretly gave you some money."
She admitted that every word she said aroused a touch of warmth in Song Ling's heart.
He increasingly felt that she was a special woman, but sometimes she was very silly.
For example, she never doubted that he was rich.
Sometimes she is very clever, for example, she always comforts him when she makes him angry.
Sometimes she is careful.
For example, she would analyze that he had no money left after giving it to his family.
Of course, this is just her own idea.
Also, she is noisy sometimes, but he doesn't hate her.
Sometimes she looked so pitiful that he always felt distressed.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at the uncle absent-mindedly, poked his chest lightly, and suddenly said: "Honey, I may have lost my memory."
Song Ling was a little overwhelmed by her jumping thoughts.
Then she said, "I really have lost my memory, so I don't remember two people in my life, Duan Zichen and Pei Xiaoxiao. I only remember that I have a husband named Song Ling, and I also remember that I am very happy now..."
Song Ling's heartstrings trembled, and he looked down at Liu Zhiyuan's cute blinking eyes.
There seemed to be gurgling springs flowing at the bottom of those clear eyes, and he couldn't help but hug her.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and snuggled into his chest, "Hubby, do you feel a little bit happy? On this ordinary night, we lie quietly in bed, snuggling with each other, feeling warm and satisfied. Right?"
Song Ling was thinking about what she said. What does happiness feel like? What does happiness feel like?
In his world, it seemed like it never happened.
Liu Zhiyuan smiled softly again,
Husband, can you try to fall in love with me? You fall in love with me, I fall in love with you, and then we have a cute baby. If it's a boy, he'll be as cool as you; if it's a little girl, she'll be as cute as me. Then we, mother and daughter, can appear in front of you together and make you happy every day.
She was daydreaming, and suddenly slapped her forehead and said, "Yes, I remember now. Now the country has opened up the two-child policy, and you can have two children. If you have two little princesses, you will have three beauties around you every day."
Song Ling also unconsciously sketched out a picture of a family of three or four getting along with each other.
Now they have a baby, who is babbling on the sofa, he is working in the study, and she is cooking in the kitchen.
Life is plain, but there is an indescribable warmth.
This picture feels pretty good.
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