Farmers' group pet: the blessings of powerful ministers are soft and deceitful

Chapter 44 Is your back sore now?
Originally, Jiang Ning just felt ashamed, so she tucked in the quilt and remained motionless.

But for some reason, he just fell asleep.

She woke up once in the middle of the night, and then found that the husband had helped her remove the outer shirt at some point, and she was only wearing a thin inner coat now.

Although, she used to wear this way to sleep.

But when she thought that when Xianggong helped her take off her shirt, she didn't realize it and slept so deeply, she felt even more ashamed.

She blushed and lay down again.

The husband next to her seemed to have noticed some movement on her side, and reached out to pat her lightly, not forgetting to rave in his sleep.

"Hey, it's okay, don't cry..."

Jiang Ning couldn't tell what it was like, but felt his heart beating wildly as he tucked in the quilt.

She quickly pulled up the quilt a little more, covering her chin.

But the rough quilt suddenly brushed against her lips, and immediately reminded her of another thing.

She stretched out her finger and pressed her lower lip.

The trembling feeling of the sharp teeth brushing against the lips seems to be still vivid in her memory. She recalled the feeling at that time, as if she was pulled into a small boat by her husband, wobbly and dizzy.

But I still want to sit...

Jiang Ning: "!"

No, I can't think about it any longer.

……

He didn't sleep very well in the second half of the night. When Jiang Ning got up early, he was not very energetic because he cried yesterday, and his eyes seemed a little swollen today.

As soon as she went out of the room, she ran into her mother who happened to get up early at the same time.

Lin Ru had already steamed the buns in the stove, and when she turned around, she saw Jiang Ning.

She glanced at her daughter, originally planning to feed the chickens.

But suddenly stopped.

He turned around and walked towards his daughter.

Jiang Ning's eyes were still a little sleepy, but when he saw his mother coming straight to her, he was startled, and then he became sober.

Lin Ru stood in front of her, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, looked at her, and asked, "Crying?"

Jiang Ning froze for a moment, then nodded.

Lin Ru took another look at her daughter's lips—it was a little red and swollen, which looked like it had been sucked and bitten.

As someone who has experienced it, she knows exactly what her daughter did.

Afterwards, she looked from top to bottom, wandering around her daughter's waist for a while.

Only then did he ask: "Last night...cough, is your back sore now?"

She originally wanted to ask directly, but thinking of her daughter's thin skin, she changed the way of asking.

After all, when the son-in-law was recruited back, he was not in good health, let alone a bridal chamber.

She looked at Shen Chenlan, even if she had that thought, she couldn't do anything.

Now...he really has that ability.

Lin Ru pursed her lips and smiled, and after a while, she said, "Well, don't go fetching water today, and rest at home."

Jiang Ning: "?"

She just cried yesterday and didn't do anything, so why didn't she need to fetch water?
But Lin Ru didn't have time to talk to her anymore, so she went directly to feed the chickens and did the rest of the housework.

In the end, Jiang Ning had no choice but to put his hands in his hands, wash up, and then obediently sat on the table to eat breakfast.

Her eyes were less swollen now.

The family had breakfast, and Lin Ru glanced at the young couple, and said, "Didn't you bring some bones back a few days ago? It had been frozen in the ice in the cellar before, and today I took some out and made some soup, didn't Shen Lan?" Have you ever said that kind of thing is good for your body?"

Shen Chenlan listened from the side, stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, I will handle this matter, do you have clay pots for soup at home?"

Jiang Ning thought for a while, and gestured to his husband.

"There are no clay pots for soup, but there are clay pots for porridge!"

Shen Chenlan touched her toes, and smiled when she heard her witty words.

"Okay, then use a clay pot for cooking porridge."

(End of this chapter)