It may seem a bit scheming for a man to dress up, but it must be said that it is really pleasing to the eye.
A steamy man approached, and he had the same soapy scent as her.
Yun Qiao obediently let him hold her in his arms, hooked her hands around his neck, and let him press her on the bed, their lips tightly pressed against his.
The moon was high in the sky, and the lights in the house were still on.
The doors and windows are covered with red wedding characters, which look warm and festive under the dim light.
Yun Qiao felt weak all over and was too tired to lift her hands. In the end, He Tingjun had to carry her to wash her body.
She wrapped herself in the soft quilt, yawned sleepily, and saw He Tingjun squatting beside the bed checking the small balloon.
His handsome face was frowning, and he looked annoyed.
Yun Qiao knew what he was fretting about. At that time, rubber was still a scarce resource in the country. Due to insufficient production, contraceptive balloons were distributed uniformly by family planning agencies. A couple could only get a few at the beginning of the year. Therefore, the balloons were not disposable, but required repeated use. Detailed cleaning instructions were printed on the packaging. After each use, they had to be gently washed with warm water, dried in the sun, and reused.
He Tingjun received two in total. After buying them, he couldn't wait and was not gentle enough when washing them. He felt that they might be broken at that time, but because of his luck and the good mood, he didn't carefully check them with water. He just wiped them clean and sold them directly.
As expected, people should never be complacent at any time.
The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make.
"I'm sorry." He Tingjun looked guilty.
"No, if you're pregnant, just give birth. Let nature take its course. It's no big deal." Giving birth was part of her plan. Yun Qiao yawned and patted the spot next to her: "Stop looking. Go to sleep."
He Tingjun threw the small balloon into the trash can, went out to wash his hands, then lifted the quilt and lay down next to Yun Qiao.
He said softly, "Bringing up a child is hard. You're young, so we can actually wait another two years."
"It doesn't really matter whether I give birth two years earlier or later. I'll have a baby sooner or later." She planned to give birth to the child within two years, raise it, and send it to kindergarten or elementary school, so that it wouldn't affect her time to prepare for exams and go to college.
Yun Qiao naturally hugged He Tingjun's thin waist, rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes: "Let's sleep, I'm sleepy."
"Well, go to sleep." He Tingjun gently kissed her forehead.
Yun Qiao's eyelids had been twitching for a long time, but upon hearing this, he gave up resistance and fell into a deep sleep.
When she regained consciousness, she was woken up by He Tingjun's kiss.
She felt something poking her in a daze. She bent her knees and kicked it, said "hate it", turned over, clamped the quilt with her legs, and continued to sleep with her back to He Tingjun.
Early in the morning, He Tingjun was holding a beautiful girl in his arms, and his mind was inevitably distracted. He was planning to make some tender love with his beloved wife one more time, but she almost knocked him down with a knee.
He bent over in pain, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Yun Qiao was still unconscious and had his eyes closed the whole time, sleeping soundly at this moment.
He Tingjun felt both uncomfortable and amused, but he couldn't blame her.
It's his own fault that he has such poor self-control that he was so impatient to touch the other person before he woke up. He deserved it.
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