In her anger, Wen Jiaojiao forgot her shyness. Since she often wore various types of sundresses in her previous life, and now that it was exposed, she didn't find it particularly difficult to accept.
She placed the folded shirt in the small wardrobe in the outer room, gave the man, whose face was flushed, a reproachful look, and suddenly found it amusing:
"I asked you to do it, but you wouldn't. So I had my mom do it. And look at how it turned out. You're just unlucky to see it."
Wen Zhaoye pursed his thin lips tightly: "..."
You two are really going all out to win me over; one of you is daring to do things, and the other is daring to dress.
But... I dare not do it. What if you have children? Wouldn't my children have to live the same life as me?
Seeing him lost in thought again, Wen Jiaojiao curled her lips in boredom, got into bed, and decided to stay cool without using a thin blanket to cover herself.
She lay on the bed, resting her chin on her hand, occasionally swinging her slender legs upwards, passing the time flipping through old newspapers from who-knows-when.
The dim yellow light enveloped her radiant skin in a sweet glow, and her long, dark hair flowed obediently down her back, making her look serene and beautiful.
Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with a complex expression, his eyes lingering on hers, and hesitated before speaking:
"Wen Jiaojiao..."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't look at him, continuing to stare at the newspaper, a soft "Mmm" escaping her throat.
For a long time, only the rustling sound of yellowed newspapers could be heard in the room.
Wen Zhaoye sighed, poured out her bathwater, and, deep down, was both afraid of getting an answer and afraid of missing it. He lay on the bed for a long time before finally asking:
Do you...have children?
Wen Jiaojiao had heard him talk about children countless times since she met him, and she gave him a disgruntled look:
"There are two."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face suddenly darkened, and his heart seemed to sink to an unbearable depth. He reached out and fumbled for the light switch, his breath ragged as he said:
"Why are you reading the newspaper so late at night? It's a waste of electricity."
As soon as the words were spoken, the lights went out with a "snap," and the room, devoid of light pollution, became so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Wen Jiaojiao's breath hitched, and her slender, jade-like hands, which were turning the pages of the newspaper, clenched tightly.
What kind of illness is this brat having now?
Wen Zhaoye lay flat on the bed, one arm behind his head, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, his chest rising and falling, yet he always felt like he couldn't breathe.
He roughly realized that he probably had some feelings for her, but only a little.
It's not enough to make him act recklessly knowing that it might harm his child's interests and growth in the future.
In the early hours of the morning, all was quiet.
Wen Zhaoye lay on the wooden bed covered with a worn-out straw mat when he suddenly felt something soft and warm pressing and rubbing against his lips. He frowned slightly and closed his hazy, handsome eyes.
Wen Jiaojiao straddled his muscular lower abdomen, her upper body pressed against his bare chest.
A slender hand gently cupped his cheek, and her delicate face, flushed crimson as if dripping blood, kissed him tenderly.
"Brother, you're awake?"
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red, his pupils suddenly cleared, and he grabbed her slender shoulders, which were tightly bound by a halter top, and sat up in shock. His voice was hoarse, on the verge of desire, as he said:
"Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"
Wen Jiaojiao wore a floral print halter-neck nightgown that revealed her midriff; her slender white arms were wrapped around his long neck, and her forehead was lightly pressed against his flushed face.
She glanced at him shyly and said in an affected voice, "I want to have a child for you."
Wen Zhaoye looked flustered, beads of sweat appearing on his nose. He hesitated for less than half a second.
He couldn't help but raise his left arm to embrace her waist, while his other large hand stiffly and lightly clasped her side, caressing her delicate and soft skin. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he said:
"I knew it. You've been trying to seduce me all day, haven't you? You've been putting on quite a good act."
Wen Jiaojiao gently brushed her delicate nose against his handsome profile, pursed her lips and chuckled shyly, her voice soft and gentle as she said:
"You noticed that? Bro, I really like you, I want to make babies with you tonight."
Wen Zhaoye captured her pink cherry lips, kissing her neck together, his voice accompanied by heavy, panting breaths from between their tightly pressed lips:
"Then tell me honestly, did you really have a child outside of your marriage?"
Wen Jiaojiao returned the kiss and murmured:
"I have never given birth."
Wen Zhaoye kissed her fiercely, as if to punish her dishonesty, his large hand on her waist slipping inside her suspenders.
"Didn't you say there were two before you went to bed?"
Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly, tilted her head back, parted her lips an inch apart, and whispered with her eyelashes lowered:
"I was just kidding."
Wen Zhaoye held her soft flesh, reluctantly letting go, then pinched her slender waist and set her aside:
"Lie down, lift up your clothes, I need to check your stomach, so you won't fall for my tricks again."
Wen Jiaojiao lay obediently on the bed, her flat, soft belly exposed to the bright light of the silver flashlight.
Wen Zhaoye scrutinized every inch of skin, examining it closely, and indeed found not a single stretch mark.
His heart, which had been pounding, settled back into his stomach. A shy smile appeared on his flushed face. He bent down and scooped her up in his arms, his thin, rosy lips pressing against her moist, cherry-like lips, his breath heavy and labored.
"Let's go to your bed. My bed is too noisy, and other people will hear us."
Wen Jiaojiao cupped his handsome, jade-like face in her slender hands, returned his kiss, and softly uttered:
"What? Are you so afraid of others finding out? Don't tell me you don't want to take responsibility for me?"
A smile flickered in Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes. He eagerly pulled open the mosquito net, scooped her up, and crawled inside.
"I'm only doing this because you're so lusting after me, otherwise I would have waited until after the wedding in a few days."
"Look how anxious you are! You even climbed into my bed in the middle of the night. If I don't satisfy you tonight, you'll make a scene."
Wen Jiaojiao smiled charmingly, her beautiful face radiant and alluring as she said:
"Brother, you understand me best."
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