The two of them were so embarrassed that they had to wait for the next day.

Zhou Ruiyuan pulled down the bed curtain, hiding the two figures under the bed curtain.

At this moment, Du Wanchun finally understood what Aunt Zhou said, and finally knew what it meant to be unable to bear it. Her husband was really different from what she saw on weekdays.

The oil lamp in the room burned until midnight, but the simple hut gradually became quiet until dawn.

The next morning, Du Wanchun slowly woke up from Zhou Ruiyuan's arms, and the familiar faint fragrance from his body came from behind.

It's just that this fragrance added a hint of ambiguity than usual.

Du Wanchun's cheeks instantly became hot again. She supported her sore waist, left his arms, and buried her whole face in the quilt.

Zhou Ruiyuan closed his eyes and reached out to pick her up again. He held her tightly in his arms like a soft kitten and gently rubbed her neck with his nose, "My wife, are you awake?"

Du Wanchun showed her two round eyes outside, nodded, and uttered a "hmm" from her throat.

The voice was relatively small and slightly hoarse.

Zhou Ruiyuan raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Sleep a little longer, mother shouldn't call us today."

Du Wanchun's face turned redder when she thought of the movement last night.

These days in Zhou's house, she has gained some weight. She is not as thin as before. Her figure has become more curvy. Her round little cheeks are plump and white and rosy, which makes people want to take a bite.

Zhou Ruiyuan bit her fair and smooth shoulder, pecked her red cheeks, and then really hugged her and fell asleep again.

As the steady breathing sound came slowly from behind, Du Wanchun gradually closed her eyes.

They were so tired last night that they slept until almost noon before waking up.

Just as Zhou Ruiyuan reached out to take his clothes, the wooden comb and rouge that he had been hiding in his pocket rolled down and landed on the bedside.

Du Wanchun was surprised when she saw it, "What is this?"

Zhou Ruiyuan bent down to pick up the comb and rouge on the ground and put them in her hands, saying, "It's for you."

Du Wanchun looked at the carved agarwood comb and the exquisite rouge, and her heart was warm. She quickly got off the bed, took the comb and rouge, and began to dress up in front of the new bronze mirror, "Thank you, husband."

Zhou Ruiyuan put on his clothes, got off the bed and came behind her, took the comb from her hand, and said softly, "I'll help you comb your hair."

"You can comb your hair?" Du Wanchun looked at her in the mirror and said in surprise.

Zhou Ruiyuan gently stroked her long hair, combing it down gently with a comb, "No, but I can learn."

As soon as he fell, Du Wanchun felt a tingling pain in her scalp, and couldn't help but groan.

Zhou Ruiyuan quickly let go, "Does your hair hurt?"

Du Wanchun pressed her scalp and shook her head, "Nothing, I'll do it myself."

But Zhou Ruiyuan insisted, slowed down the force and continued to comb, and finally really made a bun for Du Wanchun.

Du Wanchun looked at the crooked bun on her head and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhou Ruiyuan held the comb and looked at his masterpiece, with a gloomy face and a little displeased. He was really a little uncomfortable with him who could do anything easily.

Du Wanchun turned back to comfort him and said with a smile: "It's okay, learning also takes time, there are still many days to come, one or two days won't make a difference."

Zhou Ruiyuan put down the comb, took out a wooden hairpin and gently pinned it on Du Wanchun, and said in a very firm tone in her ear: "Well, from now on, I will comb your hair for the rest of my life."

Du Wanchun's heart trembled slightly, and she smiled and nodded.

How long is a lifetime? No one knows.

But she was very fortunate that their lifetime had just begun.

Noon.

When Aunt Zhou saw Du Wanchun coming out of the room, her face was full of smiles, but she was afraid of scaring Du Wanchun, so she immediately put away her smile and called to them: "Wanchun, Ruiyuan, come and eat!"

After she said that, she put the newly cooked braised crucian carp on the table, "Today Zhaoer went to the pond to catch a few fish, enough for us to eat for several days."

After Du Wanchun washed up, he took the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and came to the table. Seeing the red crucian carp, he almost drooled.

Mrs. Zhou's cooking skills have been getting better and better recently. She couldn't help but praise: "Mother, today's fish is so delicious!"

Mrs. Zhou smiled a little embarrassedly: "This is thanks to the daughter-in-law of the Cao family down the mountain. She taught me how to cook."

After Du Wanchun placed the bowls and chopsticks one by one, he smiled and asked: "Daughter-in-law of the Cao family? Mother, who is this girl? Why haven't I heard you mention her before?

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