Song Ruan had no idea what was happening in the front yard. She was currently choosing clothing styles with Yang's mother and Yang Moer.
The weather is getting colder, so I prepared to make two sets of clothes for everyone in the family.
Because her third brother was dexterous, they went to ask for his opinion. Unexpectedly, her third brother directly drew a stack of clothing drawings and let them choose the styles.
After making your choice, you can simply buy the fabric according to the style of the clothes and then make them.
This not only helps them buy the fabric color they need, but also choose their favorite style, killing two birds with one stone, so they are particularly enthusiastic about choosing.
After taking a shower, Yang Bin walked to Song Ruan with steam in his eyes, but his furnace-like physique continued to emit heat, making the air around him hot and humid.
"Why did you take so long to shower today? Take a look at these two sets of clothes I picked for you. Do they look good on you?"
Song Ruan tilted her head and handed him two sheets of manuscript paper with drawings of clothing patterns on them.
Yang Bin took it but didn't look at it carefully. "I like everything you picked."
He put the drawing back on the table, bent down and held Song Ruan's left hand.
Although the table was blocking their view and no one else could see it, Song Ruan was still nervous.
She glared at him, "What are you doing?"
He also glanced at Yang's mother and Yang Mo'er, fearing that they would find out.
Yang Bin did not answer her question, and his large, warm hands did not let go of her tender hands. Instead, he rubbed her palms with his fingertips, making them itch.
Song Ruan's little face suddenly turned red, and she felt guilty and nervous.
But the culprit, Yang Bin, had a serious look on his face.
"Everyone has been busy all day, so let's go to bed early. It won't be too late to choose the style of clothes tomorrow."
"We are not tired yet. You, brother, do all the heavy work. We are not tired. If you are tired, go to sleep first." Yang Moer was so focused on the beautiful drawing that she didn't even raise her head.
Yang Bin was rarely blocked from speaking: "..."
Seeing that the sanctimonious man was rarely humiliated, Song Ruan couldn't help but chuckle.
This attracted Yang Bin's ambiguous look.
Song Ruan immediately covered her mouth and blinked a few times innocently, fearing that he would take revenge on her later.
But someone's narrow eyes were still filled with a deep light, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.
Yang's mother, who was standing by, watched the interaction between the two, smiled knowingly, and closed the drawing.
"Ah, I'm tired. Let's stop here today and go to bed early."
Yang Moer raised her hand to check the time and said in astonishment, "Mom, it's only eight o'clock, and you're tired?"
Mother Yang: “…”
Song Ruan's heart skipped a beat and she quickly pulled her hand away, looking up hastily.
Sure enough, Yang's mother's expression was a little strange.
She must have seen something!!
Song Ruan felt her face getting even hotter, and she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
Different from Song Ruan's embarrassment and shame, Yang Bin had no such sense of shame at all. Instead, he naturally followed his mother's words.
"If you are tired, go to bed early. Xiaoruan and I will go to bed too. Xiaoruan must be sleepy too, right?"
After that, his big hand moved to her waist area, and she was easily forced to stand up.
Song Ruan lowered her head and didn't dare to look at others. She said hesitantly, "Yeah, that's right."
But she was still angry and pinched his waist hard with her fingers.
But the flesh around his waist was also hard and stiff, and I didn't know whether I pinched him hard enough to hurt him and achieve the effect of revenge.
Yang Bin ignored her messy little hands and just said softly, "Don't hurt your little hands."
Such contempt for her strength!
Song Ruan felt looked down upon and wondered how to get back at her.
But Yang Bin didn't give her another chance. He led her briskly through the corridor of the second courtyard, went into the room with a clear goal, and pushed and closed the door in one go.
Along the way, although Yang Bin walked quickly, he did not seem flustered and looked quite calm.
But he was not calm at all, the flame inside him had already started burning.
As soon as the door closed, he pressed her against it and traced her lips with his hands.
Song Ruan's heart warmed. She naturally knew what he wanted to do, but...
"Didn't you promise last night that you would exercise some restraint?"
Song Ruan was almost convinced. He was the one doing the heavy farm work at home, so why was he still in high spirits every night?
Every time she felt exhausted and wanted to sleep, he would not let her go.
"I agreed last night, but we can't refuse mother's kindness."
As he spoke, his hand was pressing on her waist from time to time.
"What did mom say?"
An itchy feeling started in her waist and Song Ruan took a deep breath.
"Your mother brought a cup of tonic tonight and asked me to drink it."
His voice sounded a little hoarse, but his big hands did not stop.
"Tonic?" Song Ruan asked, ignoring the strange feeling in her body.
"Well, mother probably thinks I'm weak."
His voice became even hoarser, and the corners of his eyes were extremely red.
He gave the order: "Help me take off my clothes."
Song Ruan was still wondering why her mother had the illusion that Yang Bin was weak.
But although her mind was a little confused, she still followed the orders honestly with her hands.
Yang Bin looked at her confused look and the way she clumsily unbuttoned her clothes.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and started to cooperate.
His tall body bent over her, cupping her beneath him, his lips and tongue eagerly.
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