Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

"I mean, this place is a mess, and your bed is..."

Su Qinghe took a look in the moonlight that came in through the broken window and saw that it was indeed a little collapsed.

After thinking about it, I decided it would be a bad idea to disturb the men at home so late, and there were no extra empty houses to clean up in Cuihua Ting.

"Let's go."

Su Qinghe said lightly and walked past Ling Feng. Seeing this, Ling Feng hurriedly followed.

Nanfeng was worried and wanted to follow them, but Su Qinghe told him to stay in Cuihua Court.

The lights in the mansion had been turned off long ago. Su Qinghe walked in front holding a lantern. Because it was cold at night, she walked quickly and Ling Feng followed behind her with some difficulty.

"Sir, please slow down! Sir."

Xiaoying nervously supported Ling Feng, not daring to be careless for a moment, for fear that he would trip and fall. She raised her head to look at Su Qinghe's back in front of her, opened her mouth but still said nothing.

Hearing the noise behind, Su Qinghe remembered that Ling Feng was now pregnant, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Sorry, forgot."

Su Qinghe turned around holding the lantern and saw that Ling Feng's head was covered with sweat. An expression of annoyance appeared on her face.

Ling Feng was stunned when he saw her like this, but his face remained expressionless. "Thank you."

After saying that, he wiped the sweat off his face and took a few quick steps to Su Qinghe's side.

"Let's go." He paused and said.

Su Qinghe said nothing, turned around and continued walking forward.

Ling Feng felt warm at heart when he noticed that Su Qinghe had obviously slowed down her pace, and he followed her at a leisurely pace.

Xiaoying looked at Su Qinghe strangely, unsure of her temper.

How could she be so ruthless to her own son one moment and so considerate the next?

Along the way, except for the chirping of insects, everyone was silent. Xiaoying thought about it all the way but couldn't figure it out.

"You sleep in my bed! Xiaoying and I will sleep on it."

In Qianfeng Garden, several people quickly entered the house. Ling Feng led Su Qinghe to the bed in the inner room. After saying this, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Su Qinghe frowned and stopped the man.

"I remember that the side bedrooms of all the servants in the courtyard were very small, basically only accommodating one person. You are so pregnant, I'm afraid you won't be able to squeeze in."

She really was telling the truth.

"We're just dealing with the night anyway, so let's just stay here together. We've already done what we should and shouldn't have done, right? Are you still afraid of me?"

Su Qinghe looked at him with amusement, took off her outer robe and lay down.

Ling Feng opened his mouth and was about to refuse, but Xiaoying pulled his sleeve.

"Sir, my bed is indeed small... What Patriarch Su said makes sense, how about..."

He whispered in Ling Feng's ear, and this time he stood on Su Qinghe's side.

Ling Feng was not stubborn after hearing this and nodded gently. "Well, then you go over."

Seeing that he agreed, Xiaoying decisively withdrew, but before leaving, she still gave him some worried instructions.

"If there is anything, please call me anytime."

Ling Feng looked at him to show that he understood, and after the people left, he moved behind the screen to change his clothes.

"Do you usually sleep on the outside?"

Standing in front of the couch, Ling Feng looked at Su Qinghe's body stretching from the head to the foot of the bed and asked.

"Yeah." Su Qinghe responded lazily with her eyes closed, and pulled her legs up to make some space for him.

Seeing her like this, Ling Feng said no more and carefully passed through the gap and crawled to the inside.

He held his stomach and slowly lay down. Noticing that there was space next to him, he moved inward. The space between them was almost enough for one more person.

Su Qinghe felt a chill on his back and turned around in confusion.

"You'll catch a cold."

Looking at the quilt propped up between the two of them, Su Qinghe frowned. She was too lazy to call him, so she simply moved over with the pillow in her arms, and did not move until the quilt on both of them collapsed again.

Ever since he knew Su Qinghe was moving towards him, Ling Feng couldn't help but become a little stiff. Although he was sure that she would not do anything to him, he just couldn't control the stiffness.

After a while, Ling Feng felt the heat from Su Qinghe's body. He frowned uncomfortably and changed from lying flat to lying on his side, with his face almost touching the wall.

After lying like this for a while, he felt discomfort in his abdomen, and with a stern face, he lay down flat again.

The quiet room was filled with the sound of Su Qinghe's breathing. Ling Feng kept his eyes open, unable to sleep. He felt inexplicably disturbed in his heart, and his body was stiff and unable to relax.

After a long while, he turned his head slightly and looked at Su Qinghe beside him.

The woman looked clearer with her eyes closed than when she was awake.

Knowing that the person would wake up if he kept staring at him, Ling Feng only looked for a few seconds before turning his head back, closing his eyes and forcing himself to sleep, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Ling Feng opened his eyes almost the moment Su Qinghe stood up, looked at the woman who was already getting dressed, and then got out of bed.

"Are you okay? If not, you can sleep a little longer. I'm free at home anyway."

Su Qinghe quickly adjusted her cuffs, and caught a glimpse of Ling Feng changing clothes behind the screen from the corner of her eye, and spoke to remind him.

Ling Feng didn't respond. He waited until he had finished packing and came out from behind the screen before speaking.

"I get up early, I'm used to it, I can't sleep."

Su Qinghe nodded in understanding, drank a sip of herbal tea, and strode out the door. Ling Feng followed her out.

"You've chosen a good place, suitable for practicing martial arts."

"It looks like it's close and convenient." Ling Feng replied casually.

Su Qinghe didn't say anything. He looked at the surroundings and found a spacious place to start boxing.

Ling Feng stood in the corridor and stared at her intently. When he saw her peculiar boxing skills and movements, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of punch is this?" Ling Feng asked when he saw her stop.

Su Qinghe looked back at him and shook a finger. "I won't tell you."

After she finished speaking, she started the second set.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, his face still as calm as water. He said nothing more and turned to go into the house.

"Sir, tea."

Xiaoying was holding the freshly brewed tea and was about to pour it for Lingfeng when she was stopped.

"Take the tea set outside to the stone table. I'll drink it there."

After Xiaoying went out, Ling Feng deliberately sat in the house for a while before going out again.

Seeing Su Qinghe still boxing, he glanced at her and walked over to the stone bench and sat down.

"Pour a glass of cold water for Master Su."

Xiaoying was stunned, looked at Lingfeng's expression, and obediently poured a glass.

Ling Feng sipped his tea quietly, his eyes following Su Qinghe's movements, his ears filled with the sound of her fists breaking through the air.

"Whoo~"

After finishing the punch, Su Qinghe took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face. Seeing Ling Feng was still looking at her, she raised her eyebrows and walked towards him.

Seeing an extra cup of tea on the table, he put it directly into his mouth.

"Well, I still have some awareness of being a husband."