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

Su Qinghe glanced at the man who had changed his seat with a smile in her eyes. She said nothing and continued to eat with her bowl.

The whole pot of meat soup was drunk up by several people. Ling Feng lived up to Su Qinghe's expectations and ate three full bowls.

There was half a bucket of water left for washing. After everything was cleaned up, Xiaoying put everything into the bucket and took it to the stream to wash.

Leaving the driver alone to watch the cart, Su Qinghe went to another section of the stream to stretch her muscles.

After sitting in the carriage for a whole day, she felt more tired than after a fight.

"Where are you going?" Su Qinghe couldn't help but ask when she saw Ling Feng walking towards the woods.

Ling Feng paused without looking back. "Toilet." Then he rushed into the woods even faster.

Su Qinghe touched her nose awkwardly, turned around and faced the stream, and stood there for a long time before Ling Feng came back.

Looking at his expressionless face, Su Qinghe spoke calmly. "Are you constipated?"

Ling Feng was stunned, looking puzzled. "What?"

Su Qinghe smiled awkwardly, waved her hand and walked forward.

"Uh... nothing much. We've been out for a while. Let's go back! We have to leave in the middle of the night, so we need to get some more sleep."

Without looking at Ling Feng's puzzled look, Su Qinghe secretly despised herself in her heart.

After all, he is a pregnant man and it is normal for him to be constipated. You can't laugh at him. It's her baby in her belly, so she is also responsible for his behavior!

Seeing Su Qinghe's gradually quickening pace, Ling Feng didn't have time to think and hurriedly followed.

Xiaoying had already come back from washing and was making the bed for the two of them in the car.

He instructed him and the coachman that one of them would keep watch while the other would get up and drive in the middle of the night. Su Qinghe and Ling Feng returned to the car.

Looking at the neatly folded pajamas on the quilt, Ling Feng quickly stuffed them under the quilt.

He raised his eyes and looked at Su Qinghe hesitantly.

"I'll go out first. Call me when you're done." After saying that, he got out of the car without waiting for Su Qinghe's response.

Looking at the man's back as he seemed to be fleeing, Su Qinghe thought for a while, took out her pajamas and changed into them quickly.

Wearing an outer robe, Su Qinghe lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

"Go."

Ling Feng went in upon hearing that, and soon called Su Qinghe in.

"Where do you want to sleep?" he asked coldly.

Su Qinghe glanced at him, found a random seat to lie down, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Seeing that she had made her choice, Ling Feng silently lifted the quilt and lay down on the other side.

The space in the car was limited, barely enough for the two of them to sleep, but it was impossible to have any privacy. If either of them turned over, their hair would touch each other, and there was only an arm's length of space between them.

Ling Feng still felt uncomfortable sleeping so close to Su Qinghe again, but fortunately with his experience from last time, he didn't feel it was so bad this time.

It was so quiet outside that only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard. Their carriage was the only one on the entire road.

"If you're cold, come closer. I don't mind you crowding me."

Feeling a slight chill from the man, Su Qinghe closed her eyes and spoke softly.

Ling Feng's body froze and he didn't move. "I'll be fine in a moment."

"Whatever you say." Su Qinghe stopped talking.

……

In the middle of the night, the carriage began to shake. Knowing that it was time to set off, Su Qinghe did not open his eyes, but turned over and continued to sleep.

Ling Feng sat up, lifted the curtain and looked out, asked Xiaoying for a water bag to drink, and then carefully lay back down next to Su Qinghe.

After a while, a leg was placed on him. Ling Feng opened his eyes suddenly, but could not see Su Qinghe's face in the dark.

"What are you doing?" Knowing that she was awake, Ling Feng spoke in a flat tone.

Su Qinghe still had her eyes closed, speaking lazily. "It's uncomfortable to keep your legs straight. If you want to change positions, you can also hold me. I don't mind anyway."

She is already old, she will never let herself be wronged. He will be her man sooner or later anyway, she insists on being close to him, she doesn't believe he dares to resist.

Things happened just as Su Qinghe expected. Ling Feng didn't say anything, nor did he reach out to spread her legs apart. His whole body just remained stiff.

After waiting with his eyes closed for a while, Ling Feng clenched his fists when he saw that Su Qinghe still had no intention of moving away.

His legs were a little numb, and he had been maintaining the same posture, and his whole body was a little sore.

Just when he was about to turn over uncomfortably, Su Qinghe's arm came over again and lay across his chest.

Ling Feng suddenly didn't dare to move and his body became even stiffer.

Seeing that he did not hide, Su Qinghe raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and she hooked him into her arms with satisfaction, treating him as a pillow.

Although Ling Feng remained calm on the surface, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

In this narrow carriage, the two people's breathing gradually intertwined, forming a wonderful atmosphere.

As the carriage bumped along, their bodies collided from time to time. Every touch caused ripples in Ling Feng's heart, and his heart tensed.

Ling Feng tried hard to calm himself down, but he found it was not easy.

Su Qinghe's breath blew gently on his face, bringing a strange tingling feeling.

After staying up for half the night, the day finally came.

Su Qinghe yawned comfortably, as if she had just woken up.

"How about it? Are you still willing to make do with it?"

After looking at Ling Feng who had broken free from her arms, Su Qinghe stood up in a good mood.

"Yeah." Ling Feng pinched his eyebrows. He hardly slept in the second half of the night.

"I'll go out first."

Seeing the bruises under his eyes, Su Qinghe didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. She put on his outer robe and asked him to change first.

After the two of them had packed up, they simply ate some cakes in the car as breakfast.

What followed was another tiring journey, but Ling Feng was obviously not as bored as yesterday because he was very sleepy now.

No matter what Su Qinghe was fiddling with, he simply closed his eyes and sat there to catch up on his sleep.

The journey was boring and the daily routine of the few people remained almost unchanged. Except for a good rest for a whole night when they came across a suitable inn on the way, they spent most of the rest of the time in the wild.

It is worth mentioning that Ling Feng no longer felt uncomfortable with Su Qinghe sleeping next to him. Even if she put her hands and feet on him, he could fall asleep quickly.

Finally they arrived at Sanchuan. Su Qinghe guided the driver to Shilixiang, handed the pregnancy fruit to the shopkeeper, explained the precautions clearly, stayed for a meal, and then started on their journey again.

The timing is unfortunate, it's only noon now. If it were later, I could stay one night.

After adding some fresh food to the carriage, it rocked out of the city.

"How many people are there in your Seven Killing Pavilion? I saw several waves of assassins coming along the way, but Qiu Shan didn't seem to feel distressed."

After dealing with the last person, Su Qinghe wiped the dagger in his hand.

Ling Feng looked at her indifferently.

"The Seven Killing Pavilion has influence all over the place, and every year a large number of people come in for various reasons, but this year the losses are the most serious because you are very difficult to kill."