Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"I'll go find a rag and wipe it off."

"No, it's so late, don't go back and forth. Just clean up the water damage tomorrow."

Wen Li was waiting beside him with a soft handkerchief in a polite manner. Even when no one was around, he was still so cautious, which was quite different in personality from his brother.

"You..." Song Tingran stopped talking.

"I washed it before I came..."

Song Tingran was sitting in front of the dressing table. Wen Li went over to comb her hair. She looked in the mirror and suddenly pulled him to her side.

Because Song Tingran was sitting, Wen Li squatted directly next to him. She looked at his scar up close and touched it gently with her hand, making his shoulders shake.

"It's getting shallower and shallower. You can only see it this close. If you touch it with your hands, you can only touch it a little bit."

"Well...it has been healed a long time ago. Wife, you should still mind its existence."

Song Tingran was stunned. She didn't mind. She kissed the scar directly. Wen Li felt as if he was electrocuted. He slumped and knelt on the ground.

He had heard his brother say before that this was an uncontrollable feeling, but now he believed it.

Blushing, she took the initiative to kiss her. Because she was kneeling and her back was not straight, she raised her head and kissed her with her eyes closed, cautiously.

Song Tingran felt a little cold on his lips, and then on his face. When he opened his eyes, Wen Li was crying even with his eyes closed.

He felt his wife's departure and gaze, and opened his eyes, and the tears poured out unbridled.

Song Tingran quickly helped him up, sat down on the bed, and asked at a loss: "You don't like this?"

"Um.."

Then he shook his head wildly.

He couldn't figure out whether he liked it or not. Song Tingran had the patience to help him wipe his tears. Who knows, the more he wiped his tears, the harder he would cry.

There was no other way. Song Tingran stroked his back and coaxed him gently. He couldn't be in a hurry. Otherwise, today this would be the Song family in Daniu Village, and tomorrow it would be the legendary Water Curtain Cave.

No, water curtain ice cave.

Wen Li twitched and felt better after a while, and knelt on the ground again, hugging his wife's legs.

"Do you have anything to hide? It's okay. Just tell me and I will help you. I won't ignore you."

"I just feel that you still like me, my wife, so I can't help but want to cry. These days I have been thinking that even if you don't like me anymore, I can't do anything well."

"Come on, Wen Li, stand up. Even if there is a wall of fire, you can't keep kneeling on the ground."

Wen Li was obedient. When he got up from the ground, he didn't bother to dust himself off before his wife took off his clothes.

"Stay here tonight, don't go back, blow out the candles, and I'll have a talk with you."

Wen Li reacted and saw the clothes scattered on the ground, so he quickly followed the instructions, but he didn't dare to go to bed and lie down, so he stood beside the bed.

"Hey."

Song Tingran sighed and continued: "Come up and lie down. You stand here...do you want to stay all night?"

Wen Li climbed into bed. The big beds were obviously the same, but the feeling of lying on them was different. He touched the quilt and was instantly satisfied.

"Wen Li, tell me why you think I don't like you?"

"Well, because I can't do anything well, you always tell the other brothers to sit here and there, but you never do this to me."

Song Tingran was silent. He originally thought that Wen Li had low self-esteem because of the scars on his face, but now he only understood that it was not only physical but also spiritual.

Wen Li has almost the same face as his brother. Not to mention the treatment he received since he was a child, he has always been surrounded by the malice around him. The rejection from relatives and the insults from outsiders. Living like this for so many years, apart from low self-esteem, , there are also sensitive, weak, timid, and want to prove their existence and please others all the time.

"Wen Li, I like you very much. Do you remember that Wang Ying came to ask for money. I will show you things in the town."

"Well, I remember, my wife, you said you thought I was the most honest and the most strict-tongued, so you took me out."

Wen Li's tone was obviously cheerful, and his body moved towards Song Tingran.

"and after?"

"A lot of things happened after that. You took me back to my parents' house to find my brother. You gave me advice, you took me to see my illness, and you gave me delicious food... woo woo woo."

As he talked, the little crybaby buried his head in the quilt and started crying again, sobbing loudly.

"I remember it all, but I'm too greedy. I want you to love me."

Song Tingran also got into bed, and used the handkerchief beside the bed to wipe his tears and nose without seeing clearly who made it.

Then without leaving, she whispered in his ear: "These are all expressions of love. If you are talking about the next one, you can only blame yourself for being timid."

"what?"

Wen Li was suppressed before he could say the next words. He was a little out of breath from crying, and now he was even more panicked, but he was so greedy for this feeling that he couldn't bear to leave, and he lifted it up randomly with both hands. When the quilt was opened, both of them were covered with sweat.

Wen Li liked what he did just now, the feeling of being kissed to the point of suffocation, and then he breathed heavily, feeling very itchy all over his body.

Song Tingran looked at him and suddenly laughed. The two brothers were really different.

As the two of them were tearing apart, the quilt fell to the ground, and Wen Li agreed unconditionally.

Even if he deliberately took a bite, Song Tingran would hit him or bite him back harder, which made him enjoy it endlessly.

Gradually, I also came to know what Wen Li liked. That night, he was covered in bruises and bruises, and his eyes were always filled with tears. However, he controlled it well and did not leave any bruises where visible.

Early the next morning, Wen Li wanted to get some hot water, but the door struggled to be pushed open. The snow at the door was as thick as five centimeters.

Looking around, it is covered in silver, which is very beautiful.

"My wife, it's all white, so beautiful."

Song Tingran put on her clothes and came to the door. She was also amazed by the beauty of the scene in front of her. Three words came to her mind: snowball fight.

This is a unique joy for children in Northeast China.

There was the sound of clear snow in the field, and Song Tingran guessed that it was Xiao Yuchen and the others, dealing with the snow on the greenhouse.

"Come on, let's go help too."

"it is good."

When Song Tingran and Wen Li arrived, everyone was very surprised, Xiao Yuchen was the first to bear the brunt.

"Master Wife, why are you up so early? You thought we should clear the snow from the greenhouse first and then go sweep the outer yard."

Wen Li blushed, turned his back, started shoveling the snow with a shovel, and directly joined the team.

"It's okay. I just woke up, so let's clear the snow together. The snow is heavy this time, and there are more of us, so we can move faster."

Shi Yan was serving tea and water next to him, and also had the additional task of wiping sweat.