Chapter 34: Pampering Husband
Her soft voice penetrated into my ears, like clouds from the sky brushing against my face.
Kneeling beside him, the sunlight shone through the shadows of the leaves onto her face, dotted with stars.
"No, hug. I'm dirty."
Even though he wanted to hug her again, Jichuan still shook his head.
The young educated youth loved cleanliness, and she didn't like him being dirty.
"You're not dirty."
Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and he froze, and she pressed closer.
The soft and warm little person, with a gentle fragrance that permeated his every breath.
After all, they were outside, and Xu Ningjun was afraid of being seen and gossiped about, so he stopped and withdrew his hand.
"Let's rest for a while and go home. I have a gift for you."
She is an unfading flower in April, rooted in his wilderness.
Nakagawa never thought that he would be the lucky one.
It was as if from one day, she suddenly became close to him.
He couldn't explain it, and it turned out like this.
The two of them walked back home after the sun was not so hot.
Wu Xiaohua squatted at the door of her house, panting hotly like a pug. "I saw something in the fire room and immediately knew you and Zhou Guozheng were back. He saw his precious piglet, what were you doing?"
"I'm here to pick up my precious piggy."
Wu Xiaohua:?
"Did you buy piglets?"
As soon as she blurted out, she saw Xu Ningjun followed by Xu Chuan, and the two of them walked into the room.
Wu Xiaohua: I feel like something is wrong, but I can’t put my finger on it.
"Come on, I have a gift for you."
It's not that I dislike him, I just want to give him the gift quickly.
Xiaochuan obediently took a shower. He was not particular and just threw the dirty clothes on the ground.
Xu Ningjun kicked it away, threw it to the chicken to play with, and put the new clothes on the chair.
She couldn't find a hand sewing machine at a suitable price, and she didn't have enough money to buy a brand new one, so she could only buy him ready-made clothes for the time being.
These clothes are not as well made as hers. I will make more for him when I have a sewing machine.
After washing, Qichuan touched the ground and found it was empty.
He looked at the clothes on the chair curiously; they were men's clothes.
A brown vest, blue pants, and a blue shirt jacket.
It looked new, neat and beautiful, probably Zhou Guozheng's clothes.
She wore new clothes the next day, too, and he saw it.
His black eyes dimmed as he looked at the pile of clothes. It turned out that they went to the market to buy clothes.
These clothes don't look cheap.
"Chuanchuan, you haven't finished yet?"
"Yes, yes."
There were no other clothes around, so Jichuan had no choice but to put them on.
The clothes just fit him perfectly, and when he walked out, he met Xu Ningjun's gaze that was looking him up and down.
"It fits perfectly. I was right when I measured it this morning."
After being stunned for a while, Jichuan realized something was wrong and asked, "Give it to me?"
"Yeah, it looks good."
Chuanchuan is really a clothes hanger. In Xu Ningjun's opinion, the ugly clothes from the 1970s are really ugly.
But even the gray old man's shirt on him exudes an abstinence.
His muscular arms were completely exposed, and his thin red vest was wet with water droplets, revealing his skin color.
She walked over and couldn't help but touch his abdominal muscles.
Xu Ningjun: Touch it once, play with it a little, touch it again, touch it again... Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch.
Qichuan's ears were completely red and he kept coughing, but she seemed to be deaf to everything.
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