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Zhao Yimian woke up when Shen Mingchu took the phone away from her.

She grabbed the phone and opened her eyes vigilantly, with a sharp light in her black and white pupils.

Seeing that it was Shen Mingchu, the light became softer, and she said happily, "You're back!"

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Wait for you, I want to see you at first sight."

"Isn't it the same to sit on the sofa and wait for me?"

"No, I'm going to sit here!"

The little girl became stubborn, and no one could stop her.

Shen Mingchu had nothing to do with her, "Then next time, remember to use a cushion to cushion it, and put a blanket on your lap. The floor is so cold, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

"The mat is so dirty on the floor."

"It won't be dirty if you just sit on the ground?"

"I'm just a little dirty cat!"

Shen Mingchu pinched her face, "Go and change your pants, otherwise you won't be allowed to sit on the sofa and go to bed."

Zhao Yimian muttered, "I knew it, I'm a clean freak."

Here Zhao Yimian was changing his pants, and over there Shen Mingchu also took off the clothes and pants he was wearing outside one by one, threw them into the laundry basket, and changed into home clothes.

Zhao Yimian has long been used to this person's obsession with cleanliness. Fortunately, she doesn't go out every day, otherwise things like changing clothes immediately after returning home will definitely drive her crazy. A person who sleeps in bed.

Just as she took off her trousers, Zhao Yimian saw a little blush on them.

Damn, my aunt is here.

She rushed out without saying a word.

After entering the bathroom, she sat down on the toilet and began to check her pants.

The outer pants were all stained, and of course the underwear couldn't escape.

She took off all her clothes, only to realize that she came in without taking anything, even her mobile phone was still outside.

Fortunately, Shen Mingchu knocked on the bathroom door the next moment, "Mianmian, what's the matter, what's wrong?"

"Honey, help! My aunt is here, help me find a pair of underwear and pants."

After Shen Mingchu found his underwear and trousers, he knocked on the bathroom door, "Can I come in?"

Zhao Yimian wanted to reach out to get it, but the toilet was too far away from the door, so she had to pull down her clothes and said to Shen Mingchu: "Come in."

She didn't lock the door, and Shen Mingchu opened it as soon as he turned it. When he entered the door, he saw Zhao Yimian sitting on the toilet with two bare white legs. She didn't wear shoes, she padded her toes, and her toes were on the slippers. She was very cute. Both hands pulled the hem of the clothes vigorously, as if afraid of being seen by her.

"Just put it there, get out!"

Shen Mingchu had his trousers in his hands, his fingers hooked up to his panties, and he said domineeringly, "What if I say no?"

Zhao Yimian was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig out a hole in the slippers with her toes, she softened her voice and begged for mercy, "Wife, good wife, get out quickly."

Taking advantage of Shen Mingchu's inattention, she planned to snatch the panties first, but she didn't expect that when Shen Mingchu stopped, her whole body was unsteady, and instead she rushed out. Fortunately, Shen Mingchu took a step forward and let her hug her waist, Only then did he stabilize his figure.

Zhao Yimian felt that the air was leaking from her buttocks, and after sitting upright, she pulled her baggy clothes and blinked desperately at Shen Mingchu, hoping that she could receive the glances here, "Wife..."

This wife's cry can be described as full of twists and turns.

"Kiss me and I'll give you the pants."

Zhao Yimian pouted immediately.

Shen Mingchu poked her on the mouth and gave her the trousers, but he still didn't leave.

"Honey, get out now."

Shen Mingchu said: "I don't think I'm satisfied yet..."

Zhao Yimian immediately held her face, left and right, up and down, kissed her several times, and then asked seriously: "Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, you can kiss her a few more times!"

Only then did Shen Mingchu hold back a smile and said, "I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied, let's go now."

She closed the door, and Zhao Yimian felt like a new life.

Although I have done more intimate things, it is always embarrassing to change sanitary napkins.

After changing her pants, she threw the blood-soaked underwear into the trash can, and didn't bother to wash it, but she hesitated a few times before putting the outer pants into the basin—these pants had her favorite history on them. Di Zai, she couldn't bear to throw it away.

"Have you changed it?" On the other side, Shen Mingchu knocked on the door, and Zhao Yimian realized that she hadn't left yet.

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Yimian asked while turning on the water, "Do you want to use the bathroom?"

Shen Mingchu unscrewed the door and saw that she was about to wash her trousers. She didn't even need to stretch out her hands. Looking at the direction of the faucet, she knew that she was using cold water. She frowned and turned off the water, and put the basin aside. ?"

"But the blood stains will condense on the clothes when washed in hot water, so they can't be washed off."

"That can't be touched either."

Shen Mingchu grabbed her hand and walked out. Zhao Yimian looked back at Stitch, who was up and down in the water, and reluctantly said: "Mom's Stitch..."

"Do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?" Shen Mingchu pressed Zhao Yimian on the sofa and asked her while touching her belly.

"No, I didn't feel it at all. My aunt came, but my chest was a little swollen." Zhao Yimian squeezed her little A, took a breath of cold air, and said expectantly, "It won't be Has it developed a second time?"

Shen Mingchu: "..."

She got up, poured out the warm ginger syrup from the health pot, and handed it to Zhao Yimian.

Zhao Yimian frowned when he smelled the smell, "Hey - it tastes so bad, I don't want this kind of thing."

"Ginger syrup, warm palace, it will make you feel better after eating."

"I don't feel any pain this time, so I won't eat."

"Have you forgotten the time when you were dying of pain? You just sat on the ground for so long, aren't you afraid of dysmenorrhea again?"

"I haven't had any pain for two months. How could I suddenly have dysmenorrhea." Zhao Yimian said confidently, "We have to pay attention to science. Warm palace and so on are all false concepts. How can the water you drink reach the uterus? So you can't drink it. Drinking is the same."

Shen Mingchu lowered his face, "Do you want to drink?"

Zhao Yimian: "..."

He squeezed his nose and gurgled.

After pouring, he still stuck out his tongue, "It's so bad, I want to tell my mother that you abused me."

Shen Mingchu put away the cup, "Okay, which mother do you want to tell?"

Zhao Yimian rolled her eyes, "I want to tell your mother that you forced me to take poison and let her deal with you!"

Shen Mingchu took out his mobile phone.

Before Zhao Yimian realized what she was doing, Shen Mingchu had already dialed the phone, and the word "Mom" was impressively written on the phone.

Zhao Yimian's hair was all blown out, and she rushed to grab the phone, "What are you doing!"

Just as he was stretching out his hand, suddenly there was a twitch in his lower abdomen, the pain made Zhao Yimian's eyebrows twitch.

And at this time, the phone was also connected, and a woman's soft voice came from the other end, "Mingchu, what's the matter with calling at this time?"

Shen Mingchu glanced at Zhao Yimian, "Mom, Mianmian wants to sue you."

Zhao Yimian: "..." My mind went blank.

What's her name, Auntie?mom?Or mother-in-law?mother in law?

"Ah, auntie..."

When she spoke, her voice stuttered.

Seemingly hearing her nervousness, the woman's voice was tinged with a smile, "Auntie?"

Zhao Yimian blushed, feeling that women are really gentle, so she didn't struggle too much, so she called out that title, "...Mom."

"Hey!" The gentle woman responded crisply, and asked again: "Did Mianmian receive the gift I gave you? Do you like it?"

"I like it, my mother draws very well, my mother is amazing, if only I had such amazing hands as my mother!"

Shen Mingchu's mother gave them a wedding present. It was a painting. The background was a starry sky. The main character was a little girl sleeping on the moon. I don't know if she chose it deliberately or by chance. In short, this painting fit Shen Mingchu just right. and Zhao Yimian's name.

Moon and sleep.

"It's good that Mianmian likes it. What kind of complaint does Mianmian want to sue? Did Mingchu bully you?"

"No, no, we were just joking around!" Zhao Yimian gave Shen Mingchu a "vicious" look, "Mom, don't worry, we are fine."

"Mianmian, this is my phone number. Remember to save one. If you dare to bully you in the early Ming Dynasty, please tell me immediately, okay? I will definitely help you deal with her!"

"No problem! Thank you, Mom!" Zhao Yimian, who consciously found a backer, raised her chin proudly to Shen Mingchu, and said like a villain, "Did you hear that, I will also have a backer in the future. If you dare to threaten me to eat something I don't like Something to try?"

Shen Mingchu raised his eyebrows, "Ask mom if a person who is on her period should eat ginger syrup."

"Mianmian is on her period? Then you have to take good care of yourself. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, don't let her touch cold water, cook ginger syrup for her, and remember to cover her stomach at night, you know?" Before Zhao Yimian could speak, the man on the other end Mother Shen began to exhort.

Zhao Yimian: "...Mom, you don't love me anymore."

Mother Shen said softly: "I love you the most, Mianmian, I love you more than I love Mingchu, that's why I want Mingchu to take good care of you. I know ginger syrup is not good, but Mianmian, we Can you bear it for a while?"

Zhao Yimian couldn't bear this kind of gentle blow, and said in a dazed way: "Okay, mom, I'll listen to you."

Shen Mingchu hung up the phone, Zhao Yimian was still immersed in her mother's tenderness, "Ah... Mom is so gentle, she must be a gentle and charming beauty, I really want to see her!"

Shen Mingchu's heart was sour, and he became angry when he spoke, "Aren't I gentle? Am I not the beauty you like?"

Zhao Yimian, who was fascinated by her mother, couldn't remember that it was He Xi, "But mother has more charm... um."

Before she finished speaking, she was pressed down on the sofa and kissed.

Shen Mingchu imprisoned her slender waist with one hand, intertwined her fingers with the other, and kissed until Zhao Yimian was out of breath, then let go of her, lowered his head and asked, "Mianmian, don't you love me?"

Her lips were reddish, with fluorescent lights on them, her aggrieved appearance was completely different from her usual calmness and self-control, the old deer in Zhao Yimian's heart almost burst out of a tunnel.

"Love, love, love!" She held Shen Mingchu's face lustfully, and kissed Shen Mingchu's face, "The person I love the most is you!"

As for the gentle and kind mother...

Talk about it another day, talk about it another day.