Reborn 1980, the rough husband is too hard to woo!

"No! Drink it now! Husband, do you not love me anymore? You used to like to eat the dishes I cooked the most, but now you don't even want to drink the soup I make. Do you dislike me..."

In the end, Zhan Chuyao couldn't resist the full-fire Ning Qing, so he downed the bowl of soup with humiliation and smashed the can.

As the last drop fell into his stomach, Zhan Chuyao felt that his spiritual platform was pure and clear, and all his thoughts were empty.All worldliness and illusions were swallowed together with his dignity as a man...

"How's it going? Do you feel anything?" Ning Qing looked closely at Zhan Chuyao expectantly.

Zhan Chuyao's mouth froze, "Huh? How should you feel after drinking soup?"

"Ah...well, I mean, does it smell good?"

Zhan Chuyao was helpless and funny. He bent his index finger and tapped Ning Qing's forehead. In the end, he couldn't bear to let Ning Qing down.

"fragrant."

"That's good!"

Ning Qing was really tired after running outside all day. Seeing Zhan Chuyao obediently drinking the medicinal food, he went to bed contentedly.

Within a few minutes, she was resting on Zhan Chuyao's arm, and her breathing became gentle and long.

The man behind him looked at her slightly undulating figure and felt that his breath was getting hotter every time.

The thick arms, as if out of control, slowly pulled the exquisite body into his arms, and gradually tightened the force, as if to rub the person in his arms into his body.

"Um……"

Ning Qing, who woke up from being oppressed, opened her eyes in a daze, and half-asleep protested to Zhan Chuyao: "What are you doing~ I can't breathe."

"Feel sorry."

Zhan Chuyao's voice was slightly hoarse and low.

His arms then relaxed a little.

In the silent night, the only thing that could be heard was the heartbeats of the two of them.

After a while.

Ning Qing breathed evenly again.

She fell asleep quickly.

Zhan Chuyao smiled bitterly and clenched his fists.

The energy and blood in the body are running faster and faster, attacking the rationality of the brain.

The delicate body in her arms exuded waves of fragrance, like a poppy, calling to Zhan Chuyao.

After several struggles, Zhan Chuyao lowered his head slightly, kissed Ning Qing's white and tender forehead and cheeks, and even couldn't help but want to bite her hard.

"Husband, not today..."

Zhan Chuyao was slightly startled: "Are you awake?"

Ning Qing raised her slender arms and put her arms around Zhan Chuyao's neck, breathing hot breath into his ear: "I'm asleep, but I'm not dead. You moved so hard, how could I not wake up~"

Zhan Chuyao's face felt hot. Fortunately, it was in the dark and Ning Qing couldn't see it.

"Husband, my aunt isn't done yet. She can't do it today. How about waiting for a few more days."

Ning Qing's voice was so sweet that it could almost drip with water, like a kitten gently scratching Zhan Chuyao's heart.

"it is good."

Zhan Chuyao's voice was hoarse.

Then he let go of Ning Qing, got out of bed and walked out.

"Husband, why are you going?"

"Take a shower."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the door and raised his hand to open the door.

Ning Qing also hurriedly jumped off the bed and grabbed his arm: "Husband, you just took the medicinal food not long ago. Now is the time when the sweat pores are opening and the blood is flowing rapidly. You can't take a shower, otherwise you will not good for health."

Zhan Chuyao didn't know that there was such a thing about taking medicated food.

But he couldn't take it anymore.

"It's okay. I'll rush back and be back soon. It won't have any impact."

"That won't work. You can't rush for a moment. Come back to sleep with me. What you need most now is to lie in bed and sweat."

Ning Qing didn't care whether Zhan Chuyao wanted it or not, so he grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the bed.

Zhan Chuyao gritted his teeth and followed him, took off his shoes again and went to bed to "sleep".

Ning Qing lay down, hugged one of Zhan Chuyao's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She was probably exhausted today, and within a few minutes, she fell into a deep sleep again.

Zhan Chuyao was in unspeakable pain, and somewhere in his body seemed to be screaming.

He reluctantly bent one leg.

Ning Qing asked him if he felt anything before, but now he had the right to answer it.

But the instigator... was sleeping soundly.

Zhan Chuyao turned his head, looked at his wife's sleeping face, stretched out his hand and pinched her nose.

Ning Qing was disturbed in her sleep, so she snorted unhappily, raised her arm and stroked Zhan Chuyao's hand away.

She opened her mouth and mumbled something in her sleep, "Drink...Honey, drink!"

Zhan Chuyao's whole body turned to stone instantly.

He closed his eyes tightly, not expecting that his wife was treating his "hidden disease" in his dream.

After Ning Qing finished talking in her sleep, she moved immediately, her forehead just touching Zhan Chuyao's chest.

She didn't know what she was dreaming about, so she stretched out her hand and pushed it in front of her. After adjusting herself to a comfortable position, she continued to sleep soundly.

Zhan Chuyao was stiff all over, feeling the soft little hand with a faint fragrance on his chest.

In the silent darkness, all senses are amplified.

Zhan Chuyao closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath.

But his chest was rising and falling, and the presence of that hand was always so strong.

Even intensified.

Zhan Chuyao felt that what she touched was not his chest, but more like she was holding his whole heart in her palm.

Otherwise, how could there be such a violent heartbeat, such a burning breath, and such a boiling blood?

Two drops of sweat fell on Zhan Chuyao's forehead.

He couldn't bear it anymore and felt that the evil fire in his body was about to break through the reason he had endured for so long.

No...he must not scare Ning Qing.

He moved his neck backwards, letting the back of his head hit the cold and hard wall, and then he calmed down a little.

Zhan Chuyao carefully pinched Ning Qing's sleeve and moved her arm away from him. He didn't even dare to touch her wrist at the moment.

After struggling for a long time, the man finally got up and got off the ground.

With a complicated look on his face, he glanced at the group on the kang and left the house as if fleeing.

There was only cold water at this moment, but it was just right for Zhan Chuyao at this moment.

A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his body temperature dropped sharply.

But the more he rinsed, the more he felt that this method could only conceal the truth.

Although his body has calmed down, the fire in his heart is still burning more and more. He wants to break out of the cage, want to vent wantonly, and want to enjoy himself...

After struggling until late at night, Zhan Chuyao returned to bed and fell asleep.

Zhan Chuyao's biological clock is extremely powerful and immovable, and he wakes up slowly after seven o'clock.

Thinking of what he did in the bathroom last night, Zhan Chuyao felt a little confused.

Fortunately, Ning Qing had already gotten up and was not in the room. Otherwise, this early in the morning, he would have been really worried that he would think about something he shouldn't think about when he saw her face.

But when Zhan Chuyao walked out of the bedroom and smelled the strange smell again, he knew that he had been "lucky" too early.