Rong Yan's body trembled.
Fu Jingsheng delayed getting to the point.
The woman pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Husband, please give it to me."
Fu Jingsheng was completely powerless against Rong Yan's trembling voice calling him "husband." He had wanted to enjoy the time they hadn't spent together for two days, but the woman's repeated pleas left him disoriented.
"Rong Yan, sit up." Fu Jingsheng liked to sit face to face with her, embracing her tightly.
Rong Yan was pulled up to the waist by the man's arms.
She made sounds of comfort, but as soon as she opened her mouth and took a few breaths, she would cough, so she bit her lip and made soft moaning sounds between her teeth.
Fu Jingsheng braced his heels against the bed and lifted Rong Yan up.
Rong Yan arched her back, rested her head on the man's shoulder, her arms went under his armpits and around his back, her lips were close to his ear, and she would say "husband, so good" from time to time.
Amidst the woman's praise, Fu Jingsheng completely lost himself. He picked up Rong Yan, moved her off the bed, walked to the dressing table, and placed her on a stool: "Turn around and look in the mirror."
Rong Yan's neck was red, and her cheeks were even hotter than when she had a fever. She looked at herself kneeling in the mirror and lowered her head shyly.
Fu Jingsheng cupped her face in his hands: "Look."
He took off his clothes and stood behind Rong Yan, their heights perfectly aligned.
Rong Yan leaned straight against the dressing table, and was about to crash into it when Fu Jingsheng pulled her back. The two people in the mirror were in an embarrassing situation.
Why does Fu Jingsheng always prefer to watch others do things? Rong Yan's face was burning with embarrassment.
She closed her eyes, but Fu Jingsheng's lips pressed against hers, nuzzling her neck: "If you don't want to see, then listen."
The man's panting breath brushed against the woman's ear, and her thighs began to tremble. She couldn't even kneel anymore; it was as if her bones had been removed, and she collapsed limply.
Fu Jingsheng was still whispering sweet nothings in her ear; the allure of his words was no less than the stimulation of her senses, and Rong Yan reached a climax repeatedly.
Fu Jingsheng didn't have time to put them on, so he put them all in his palm. He leaned on Rong Yan's back to rest for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash up a little.
Rong Yan staggered back to bed, still feeling the lingering warmth, and the spasms continued for a while.
She figured that unless her function failed one day, the two of them would never settle down.
Fu Jingsheng came out of the bathroom and brought Rong Yan a warm towel to wipe her down.
Sure enough, after finishing the task, he fell asleep not long after.
I was woken up by knocking on the door two hours in the morning.
Fu Yunlei went upstairs to wake his mother up for breakfast, and after she finished eating, he took her to the hospital for an IV drip.
Rong Yan's cough was much better. She opened her eyes and didn't see Fu Jingsheng, so she got up and opened the door herself.
“Mom, the sun is already high in the sky,” Fu Yunlei said.
"Dad bought some fried dough early this morning..." The little boy scratched his head and thought for a moment, what was its name again?
"It's a really delicious pancake, it smells so good! Dad won't let us eat it first, he wants to wait until you get up so we can eat together. I'm so hungry for it." Fu Yunlei licked his lips.
It turns out that Fu Jingsheng went to buy breakfast early in the morning.
Rong Yan bent down: "Okay, I'll be down in five minutes." She quickly washed up and went downstairs.
"Mom," the woman greeted her mother-in-law.
"Is the child still coughing?" Han Yue asked, first inquiring about her daughter-in-law's condition.
"Much better."
"That's good. I told Yunlei not to wake you, but the child wouldn't listen. Is he awake yet?" Han Yue asked.
Rong Yan said apologetically, "I overslept and forgot to set the alarm. I have to go to the hospital for an IV drip in a little while. Luckily, Yun Lei woke me up."
Fu Jingsheng cooked porridge. In addition to fried pancakes and sauerkraut buns, he specially bought some specialty rice and cooked porridge by himself.
"Rongyan, the pancakes and buns are not easy to digest, so you can only have a little bit. You can drink more porridge," the man instructed.
"Oh my, my son is so thoughtful," Han Yue said as she ladled out porridge.
Rong Yan's eyes crinkled with joy at being able to eat porridge cooked by Fu Jingsheng himself.
Fu Yunting muttered, "My dad always tries to curry favor with my mom. Before, when I wanted to eat steamed buns from the East Market, he wouldn't buy them for me at home. He even said, 'Doesn't Auntie's cooking taste good?'"
“Hmm, I want to eat fried dough sticks but Dad won’t buy them for me. But this pancake, Dad said Mom wants to eat it. Why doesn’t he say that the ones outside are not hygienic? What do you want to eat? Ask Auntie to make it.” Fu Yunlei and his younger brother chimed in.
Fu Jingsheng tapped his son on the head: "Even food can't shut you up."
“Fu Jingsheng, I commend you for being down-to-earth now, but I also have to criticize you. In the future, if the children want to eat breakfast before I get up, let them eat. It's not good for me to make everyone go hungry.”
“That’s right, that’s right,” Rong Shiyu and her sister echoed.
“Whatever you say goes. Sit down, I’ll get you some bread. Tear off a little to try, but don’t eat too much,” Fu Jingsheng said as his wife reached for the bowl.
Then he took a piece of bread, tore off a tiny piece, and handed it to Rong Yan.
"That's all? It's not even enough to fill a tooth gap." Rong Yan looked at the pile of pancakes on the plate, then at the tiny pancake the size of a fingernail in Fu Jingsheng's hand, and immediately lost her appetite.
If I can't even satisfy this little craving, I might as well not eat it at all.
"Try it. If there are no problems after the check-up at the hospital today, I'll go buy some more this afternoon. These pancakes are available morning and night." Fu Jingsheng coaxed him like a child. "Listen to me, sick people have to watch what they eat."
Rong Yan always believed that you should eat whatever you want. Life is too short to satisfy your cravings. But seeing Fu Jingsheng's serious expression, she realized he was really doing it for her own good, so she couldn't go against his wishes.
She reluctantly took it, licked it, and her eyes lit up. It smelled so good! Pork cracklings were her favorite when she was a child. When there were no snacks, her mother would buy some pork belly, fry it, sprinkle some salt on it, and it was more delicious than anything else.
With her taste buds awakened, Rong Yan drooled as she looked at the half-eaten pancake in Fu Jingsheng's hand: "Could you give me another bite? It won't hurt if I eat it in two bites."
The Fu brothers seemed to have discovered a new continent. Fu Yunlei wolfed down his porridge, not even bothering to drink it.
"Slow down, don't choke." Han Yue tugged at her grandson's hand. If outsiders saw this, they would think that the Fu family had mistreated the two children.
Fu Yunlei wiped his greasy mouth: "Dad, what's this called again? Does Grandma Liu know how to make it? I want to eat it every day."
Sure enough, his son's stomach was just like Rong Yan's. Fu Jingsheng used to never allow them to eat oily food, and he would feel nauseous at the sight of anything too oily. Now, the whole family has fallen in love with it.
The man tried it himself and found it to be really delicious.
"Give me another half piece," Rong Yan said longingly.
Fu Jingsheng tore off a little more, and when Rong Yan took the pancake, she felt that she was almost as full as a dog.
It's not surprising that the Rong sisters, who are used to eating junk food, could taste the oil residue in it, which their mother used to fry for them.
Rong Yan managed to fill her stomach with a mix of food and trickery. She burped, drank some water, and returned to the hospital with Fu Jingsheng.
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