Sitting on the waist

A pair of white arms lay across her almond eyes, slightly blocking the dazzling sunlight pouring in from the window. Her consciousness was somewhat blurred by the impact, but she could only bite her lower lip tightly to stop the words that were overflowing from her lips.

"Lift your legs higher."

The wheat-colored skin, which was the opposite of white, was pressed between her legs. The air was full of humid breath, and waves swept over her body one after another, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Fan Yanxing tilted his head slightly and saw the dazed and ambiguous expression of the woman in front of him, what a beautiful picture. Her black hair just barely covered her beautiful body, and her delicate skin was covered with marks from his mouth, sucking and biting. He took a deep breath, turned the woman over, held her waist, and turned his eyes down along her slender waist. Her round and full breasts made his eyes darker.

She seemed to be unable to bear it. She grabbed the pillow with her fingertips and tried to crawl forward, but she had no strength at all. After trying for a long time, she barely moved half an inch. Fan Yanxing picked her up, sat on his waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do it yourself? Do whatever you like."

Liang Qingqing blinked her long eyelashes with tears hanging on them. She didn't expect such a good thing to happen. She pushed him down on the bed with a light force.

"Don't regret it. Whoever regrets it is a puppy."

As she said this, she put her long hair on one shoulder and took a few deep breaths before she dared to try. She moved slowly. At first, she felt relaxed and comfortable, and she could also get some fun. But soon she felt tired and unsatisfied. Finally, she cast her eyes on him.

He held her waist with one hand and rested his other hand behind his head. If it weren't for the bulging veins on

his neck that exposed his true emotions, Liang Qingqing would have really thought that he was very leisurely and lazy. Judging from this, he probably felt the same as her. But thinking of the "lofty ambitions" she had set before the start, Liang Qingqing suddenly felt like she had lifted a stone and dropped it on her own feet. She was a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, she stopped her "weak" floating and poked his abdominal muscles with her fingertips. She didn't need to guess what the hint contained in it was.

Fan Yanxing was so smart that he would definitely guess it.

But he had to confront her, pretending to be puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was a long-held hoarse and low voice in his voice, but Liang Qingqing still heard a hint of smile in it, which successfully made her angry and embarrassed. She quickly got up and was about to put on her shoes and leave, "It's over, I'm going to wash up."

But her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, a pair of strong arms stretched out from behind her in time and picked her up firmly. Her back was back on the warm bed. She was embarrassed and angry, and was about to curse when she heard two "woofs" from above.

Hearing this, she widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. The latter was also a little embarrassed, with a blush on his cheeks. Using actions to change the subject was also a way for both of them to step down.

But Liang Qingqing laughed out loud without any scruples, whining, "You deserve it."

"Well, it's my own fault." Fan Yanxing's face darkened for a moment, but he couldn't do anything to her, he couldn't scold her, he couldn't hit her, he could only save face in other ways, the hands on her legs were like shackles, making it impossible for her to escape.

But later, when he saw the tear marks on her face, he still had some conscience left, his eyes gradually became clear, and he let her go.

"You sleep for a while, I'll go boil some water first, and then come over to take you to take a bath." Fan Yanxing leaned over and kissed her lips, she whimpered, then rolled to the inside with the quilt in her arms, leaving him with only her back.

He knew she was shy, and he didn't mind her "turning" face after she was satisfied. He just smiled and lowered his head, then stood up, opened the door and walked out. It was winter, and the peach tree in the yard was still bare, with only two or three small red window grilles hanging on it. The double happiness characters fluttered in the air with the wind, which made him feel more comfortable.

Finally marrying the girl he liked into the family, this kind of joyful feeling is something that others cannot empathize with, and only he can savor it carefully in his heart.

She likes beautiful things, should we plant a few camellia trees in the yard to make the bleak winter less monotonous.

Fan Yanxing was a man of action. The next day, he asked the captain for instructions, and then he went up the mountain to dig a few camellia trees. Liang Qingqing jumped up and down with excitement, but looking at the buds on the trees that were in full bloom, she couldn't help but worry: "Will we kill them?"

If they died like this, wouldn't it be a pity?

"No, my aunt is an expert in this area. She asked me to help her before, so I am also half an expert." Fan Yanxing answered lightly, and continued to dig holes in the yard without raising his head.

"..." Helping someone makes you half an expert? Liang Qingqing expressed deep doubts about this.

But his skills were definitely better than hers, so she didn't comment on it. She just followed him around, looking left and right, and asked a question from time to time. The two of them stayed in the yard for an hour or two before they planted camellias in the corners of the yard.

Red, pink, light red...

all kinds of colors intertwined together, colorful and beautiful, like a painting.

"It's so beautiful." Liang Qingqing squatted on the ground, picked up a fallen flower, turned her head and smiled at Fan Yanxing.

The latter's attention was completely attracted by her. The woman was in the flowers, with almond eyes, pink lips, peach cheeks and pink face. She raised her chin, revealing a pointed and white jaw. She was still breathtakingly beautiful without makeup, and every move was full of charm.

"Not as pretty as you." For the first time, he said something that came from the heart but seemed greasy and flattering.

But the words came out of his mouth and it was too late to take them back. Seeing Liang Qingqing standing there in a daze, he coughed lightly, walked forward to take the camellia, put it next to her ear, looked around, and continued: "People are prettier than flowers, my wife is beautiful."

Liang Qingqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she was secretly happy in her heart, but she made a grimace on her face, "Fan Yanxing, I think you are getting more and more..."

He didn't finish the rest of the words, but the two of them knew what he meant.

"So what? Is it wrong for me to praise my own wife?" The more she said this, the more he felt justified, as if she was the one who was unkind.

"Yes, of course, remember to compliment me every day from now on." Liang Qingqing rolled her eyes at him, stretched out her hand for him to pull her up, and then patted her legs that were numb from squatting, "I want to eat stir-fried lotus root tonight."

"Okay."

Although Fan Yanxing's cooking skills were not that good, there was no one else in the family who could cook except him. It would be better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect Liang Qingqing, a kitchen killer, to cook.

After dinner, the two of them walked to Liang's house. This was the advantage of being close to her. She could go back anytime she wanted. Fan Yanxing, the new son-in-law, was already very familiar with the place. Seeing that the mother and daughter had something to talk about, he went to the backyard with interest to watch Liang Junqiang practice carpentry.

Liang Qingqing's room was still reserved. Ma Xiuzhi said that no matter how long it had been, this room was hers alone.

Ma Xiuzhi mysteriously pulled Liang Qingqing to sit on the bed, held her hand and looked her up and down, and finally stopped at her neck which was tightly wrapped with a scarf, and asked in a low voice: "How was your relationship? Was it harmonious?"

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing almost choked on her own saliva, and coughed for a long time, her face flushed. Seeing her like this, Ma Xiuzhi also felt embarrassed and laughed dryly twice, explaining: "Although mother told you some knowledge about this that night, you can only truly understand it after experiencing it."

"I know." Liang Qingqing touched her hot face and answered vaguely, "He and I are okay."

But this answer made Ma Xiuzhi stand up from the bed suddenly and exclaimed, "Yanxing is okay but he is not?"

Her voice rose slightly, making Liang Qingqing embarrassed. She quickly grabbed her hand, pulled her back to the bed and sat down, lowered her voice and said anxiously, "Mom, where did you come up with this conclusion?"

Ma Xiuzhi had not yet recovered from her shock. After coming to her senses, her face was filled with complicated emotions. After thinking it over, she gritted her teeth and said, "Qingqing, you can't let yourself down in this matter. If Yanxing is really not capable, for the sake of your happiness for the rest of your life, we should find a reason to marry someone else as soon as possible." Liang

Qingqing's beautiful eyes widened instantly and her lips opened slightly. She didn't understand how they were talking about divorce, and why Ma Xiuzhi insisted that Fan Yanxing was capable or not?

"Mom, what are you talking about? It's not that Fan Yanxing is incapable..."

Before she could finish her words, Ma Xiuzhi interrupted her, "You don't have to speak for him, mom understands."

"What do you understand? You don't understand. I didn't speak for him." Liang Qingqing wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only tear off the scarf around her neck and pull down her collar to show her the "evidence" that Fan Yanxing left on her body in the past two days.

"It's not that he's not good enough, it's that he's too good, I can't handle it."

Ma Xiuzhi listened to Liang Qingqing's complaints while looking at the mottled red marks on her body. After a long pause, she said, "I said, with Yanxing's body and nose, how could he not be good enough?"

After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a few seconds, then she glared at Liang Qingqing, "Why did you say he was OK when I asked you just now? You said it in such a reluctant tone, I thought Yanxing had a hidden illness."

"I, I'm just shy and embarrassed to tell the truth." Who can have the nerve to talk to her own mother about whether her husband is good enough? Although they have talked about it a few times now, it's all out of necessity!

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Ma Xiuzhi waved her hands, sat down on the bed again, helped her put on a scarf, and frowned slightly. "My son-in-law is young and energetic. He will be a little reckless when he just got married, but he will be fine in the future."

Liang Qingqing nodded on the surface, but secretly didn't believe this sentence. According to Fan Yanxing's energy, she felt that after he found the tricks and techniques, he would only torture her and please her more and more. How could he hold back?

But she didn't dare to say these words to Ma Xiuzhi.

"Don't get used to him. Men can't get used to it." After saying that, Ma Xiuzhi and Liang Qingqing looked at each other and saw the word "guilty" in each other's eyes.

Who among them got used to who, everyone knew it in their hearts.

"If he bullies you, just come back and tell me, I'll let your elder and second brothers beat him up."

"You two will be busy after your wedding leave, remember to take care of yourself, don't get hungry or cold."

"Your parents-in-law will leave tomorrow, right? I'll give you the things later, you can take them over."