Chapter 32

When they arrived at the bathhouse, Sister Yang asked Yingzi to follow Lin Xixi and told her directly: "Don't leave right after you finish bathing, I have Wu Nier here."

Lin Xixi had no choice but to accompany them the whole time. When they came out after bathing, only Captain Zhao was waiting outside.

Lin Xixi pretended to ask casually: "Uncle, where is Xiao Yanxiang?"

She thought she asked calmly, but in fact, once people ask for something, they will show it. Captain Zhao glanced at her and just said to her, "They left," and said nothing more.

I can't get in touch with Yan Lei at all!

Lin Xixi was so depressed.

When Yan Lei returned home, Qiao Wei had already finished washing, and she also washed her hair. It was hot in the summer, and I was sweating with Yan Lei last night, and finally I felt refreshed again.

The lunch box had been on the stove, but it didn't cool down. Yan Lei came back with Yan Xiang, put down the basin and went into the kitchen to clean up Qiao Wei's bath water. Qiao Wei took a bowl of rice and brought out the lunch box with vegetables, and the family could eat directly.

After pouring the bath water, Yan Lei rinsed the bathtub next to the hand-pressure well, but his eyes were fixed on Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei put on one of his white shirts as usual after taking a bath, revealing a pair of slender and straight legs.

A few days ago, when she wore it for the first time, Yan Lei thought it was a strange habit for her to wear his shirt instead of her own clothes. He also felt that his shirt was so much bigger, and it was loose and long on her body, and it didn't look good.

Now the feeling has changed completely.

The shirt was too big and loose, and one could not see the figure. But at night, Yan Lei used his palm to trace her ups and downs, her slenderness and thinness. Those lines were in his head, under the shirt, and could not be seen, which made him more imaginative.

Not to mention her legs, which were white.

Yan Lei looked at her for a few more times and felt that the summer heat was too strong, making people feel anxious.

Qiao Wei put down her lunch box and looked up to see Yan Lei's burning gaze falling on her legs. She lifted her calf to take a look.

"Did it get stained by the stove dust?" She looked at her calves but couldn't see it. She lifted the corner of her shirt and looked at her thighs, but still couldn't find it. "No? Where did it get stained?"

Yan Lei coughed and went to hang the bathtub on the wall: "No, it didn't get stained."

Qiao Wei muttered: "Then why are you staring at me?"

They were all under the eaves, and she squeezed past him to go to the kitchen to get food.

Yan Lei quickly glanced at Yan Xiang, who was trying to move the lunch box at the dining table to make it more tidy, and said in a voice that a child couldn't hear: "You have beautiful legs."

Qiao Wei almost choked on her own saliva. This compliment is really... plain and unpretentious.

What's even funnier is that after Yan Lei finished praising her, he didn't dare to look her in the eye, but only dared to look into the distance.

Qiao Wei turned around and pressed the wall to dong him.

"If you think it looks good, then praise louder." She said, "Don't be so sneaky like a thief."

Yan Lei glanced at Yan Xiang and lowered his voice: "The child is there, what if he hears and learns it?"

"Just let him learn." Qiao Wei didn't care, "What kind of father will have what kind of son."

"Let him learn how his father praises his mother, so that he will know how to praise his wife in the future and make his wife as happy as his mother."

Yan Lei blinked.

Qiao Wei withdrew her hand from the wall, glanced at him with a smile, and turned to the kitchen.

Yan Lei walked out from under the eaves, put his hands on his hips and looked at the yard. He didn't know why his heart beat a little faster. This feeling was indescribably strange.

Soon Qiao Wei came out with a bowl of rice, and Yan Lei went to take it. Qiao Wei said, "Go get the chopsticks."

Yan Lei went to the kitchen to get the chopsticks, and the family of three sat down in the courtyard. The aroma of food filled the air, and the white smoke of mosquito coils curled up.

Yan Lei swallowed the food in his mouth and glanced at Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei also glanced at him.

Yan Lei glanced at Yan Xiang again. Yan Xiang was eating happily.

Yan Lei put down his chopsticks: "Xiang Xiang!"

Yan Xiang raised his eyes: "Hmm?"

"Is mom pretty?" Yan Lei asked with a smile.

There was still rice on the corner of Yan Xiang's mouth, and she said without hesitation: "It's beautiful!"

Yan Lei said: "Then you praise mom loudly, don't tell me."

Yan Xiang followed suit and immediately said loudly to her mother: "Mom, you are so beautiful!"

Qiao Wei laughed so hard that she had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from spitting rice: "Got it, thank you baby!"

After that, she smiled at Yan Lei.

Yan Lei frowned and taught Yan Xiang seriously: "In the future, if you think mom is beautiful, praise mom loudly. Mom likes to be praised, and mom will be happy when she is praised."

The child immediately accepted the lesson: "Okay! I know!"

Who doesn't like to be praised? Yan Xiang likes to be praised the most, understand!

An evening of laughter and joy.

After Qiao Wei coaxed Yan Xiang to sleep, she went out and saw that the desk lamp in the west study was still on, and Yan Lei was still reading.

Qiao Wei held Yan Lei's shoulder and leaned over: "How much have you read? Oh, less than a third?"

With fewer entertainment options, one can be more focused when doing one thing. Yan Lei reads every night after dinner, and he reads quite fast.

Yan Lei didn't even look at her, and turned the page directly: "I tell you, after I finish reading, this book must be disposed of."

"Yeah!" Qiao Wei nodded to indicate that she would never object, but she leaned closer, "Then... is it good?"

The voice was right next to her ear, and the breath entered her ear, making her itchy.

Yan Lei rubbed his ears and said seriously: "Good-looking or not is different from correct or not."

Qiao Wei smiled and nodded: "Yeah!"

Yan Lei paused and reorganized his words: "We can't say that incorrect things are beautiful."

Qiao Wei smiled even more: "Yeah!"

She gave Yan Lei a thumbs up and turned back to the bedroom.

Yan Lei sat at the desk and thought. Why do I always feel that I am being controlled?

He spread out the book to read for a while, and when he moved his ears, he heard a rustling sound in the bedroom. Qiao Wei lay down.

He immediately became restless and couldn't concentrate on reading. Yan Lei turned off the lamp and went into the house.

He lay down and reached out to grab Qiao Wei, but found nothing.

Qiao Wei had predicted his intention and walked away.

"Stop making trouble!" She scolded in a low voice, "If you keep bothering me, I won't be able to get up tomorrow morning and won't be able to make breakfast for you."

In just a few days, Yan Lei was no longer the man who would smoke silently when rejected. He moved over and took Qiao Wei into his arms: "If you can't get up, don't do it. I'll go to the camp to eat. You take Xiangxiang to the compound to eat. If you get up too late, there will be no breakfast in the compound. You can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy biscuits."

Qiao Wei sneered and scolded: "How can you make breakfast with biscuits?"

How can you fool children with biscuits for breakfast? Children still need to grow up.

Yan Lei didn't think it was a big deal: "Why not? Let Xiangxiang eat biscuits in the morning and make other children jealous."

Qiao Wei reacted and biscuits were good things at this time.

She was moved and asked, "Can we get milk here?"

Yan Lei was impatient: "Why would we?"

Qiao Wei told him, "Milk is nutritious. It's best for children to have at least one egg and a cup of milk every day."

After a pause, she added in a very contemporary way, "Only in this way can we have a healthy body. The body is the capital of the revolution. This is what the great leader said."

Yan Lei couldn't remember what the leader said at this time. Instead, he felt the smoothness of his palm and couldn't help but think of the description of the woman's skin in the book he had just read - "like milk."

"Qiao Wei..." He bit Qiao Wei's neck and couldn't help whispering, "Your skin... is like milk."

Qiao Wei grabbed the collar of her small vest and bit it in her mouth!

Oh my god, such earthy love talk!

Although it is earthy, it is also a huge progress. We must not laugh at others, but should encourage them more.

After Qiao Wei tried hard to hold back her laughter, she asked Yan Lei seriously: "Do you like it?"

How could she not like it?

Yan Lei buried his head in her neck: "Yeah."

Qiao Wei kicked him: "Speak!"

Yan Lei said: "I like it."

The voice was low, as if he still felt ashamed and uncomfortable to express his love in this way.

People of this generation.

She turned over and faced Yan Lei, nose to nose: "Your skin is the color of wheat."

Wheat reminded Yan Lei of the countryside, but her voice was sticky, not like she was disgusted. Yan Lei hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Then... do you like it?"

Qiao Wei hugged his neck and kissed his lips: "I like it."

She pinched his strong arms: "I like this one too, it's especially strong."

Her hand slid to the man's hard chest again and pressed it: "This one also..."

Before the word "like" came out, her lips were blocked and only a "mmm" sound came out.

Really, why are you in such a hurry, she hasn't finished speaking yet.

Without being able to speak with her mouth, Qiao Wei could only use the warmth of her palms to express to the man how much she liked his strong abdominal muscles.

After all, she was still on her period, and after a while of torment, she still had to calm down.

But Yan Lei held her and wouldn't let go.

Qiao Wei patted his hands and muttered: "You're not hot."

"No, you're cool, it's comfortable to hold you." He said. It seemed that because they had said "I like you" to each other before, he didn't feel so ashamed to say "I like you". He paused and whispered, "I like skin to skin."

He and she both took off their shirts and pressed their skin to the maximum. They did the same thing yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Qiao Wei suddenly realized, "Is your skin hungry?"

"What?" He didn't understand.

"That's right..." Qiao Wei asked, "When you were little, did your parents or other family members often hug you?"

"No."

"Did they kiss you?"

"Who would kiss a kid for no reason?"

"That's skin hunger." Qiao Wei said, "Humans have an instinctive need to be comforted. In childhood, this is usually met by parents. Mom and dad often hug and kiss their children, or at least touch their heads and faces, which can satisfy this need. In adulthood, it is usually completed by couples, through kissing, hugging, touching and sex... and married life."

"Children who rarely get hugs and kisses from their parents in childhood will need to be comforted more than others when they grow up. This need is called skin hunger."

"So that's how it is, you really know a lot." Yan Lei said.

He paused, and whispered repeatedly in a low voice: "So that's how it is."

He suddenly hugged Qiao Wei tightly, very tightly, but did not speak.

Qiao Wei understood very well.

She had read the original text. In the rural family that Yan Lei came from, the surviving children were all the rest of the dead. The adults rarely kissed or hugged the children. They were left to fend for themselves and grow up.

What's worse is that Yan Lei's needs were not relieved in his marriage, but worsened instead.

He hugged her tightly and said nothing.

But it seemed as if he had said everything.

He was deeply blaming her.

Why didn't she kiss him earlier? Why didn't she hug him earlier?

Since she understood everything, why did she treat him like that.

Qiao Wei sighed softly, helpless.

She reached out and hugged him tightly.

She even wrapped her legs around him and hugged him as much as possible.

In the darkness, she heard the man let out a long, comfortable sigh.