My Girl and Tenderness

As soon as Qin Kong finished speaking, his wife felt something was strange. Why was there this blind date-like feeling?

She pursed her lips and said -

"I usually play with Yinyin and listen to her talk about what happens at school."

She only cared about her daughter, and she felt like a good wife and mother. Qin Kong nodded, and Mrs. Ye glanced at him and said -

"What about you? What do you usually do?"

"Me? Recently I've been playing games, cooking, taking exams, etc... Oh, and helping my wife take care of Yin Yin, which is one of my favorite things."

Yinyin is so cute, but she feels so lonely after not seeing her dad for a while.

The lady glared at him and said:

"I really don't know why Yinyin would let you be her father..."

Although he did a good job, picking up Yinyin, playing with Yinyin, and making delicious food for Yinyin, looking like a qualified father, Mrs. Ye was still unhappy.

My daughter was taken away!

Qin Kong was happy and said:

"Maybe it's because I scolded her. By the way, did Yinyin tell you about that incident before?"

"You scolded her? What?"

The wife was stunned. This silly father would not teach his child a lesson unless Yin Yin did something really bad. He would just spoil her too much.

Qin Kong told her about Yin Yin being almost hit by a car, and Mrs. Ye immediately stood up and said angrily -

"What? Why didn't you tell me this happened!?"

"Um... I thought Yinyin would tell you about the story, and at that time, you and I weren't that familiar..."

Qin Kong scratched his head and looked at his wife who came to him angrily. Her slender figure looked down at him, which made him feel oppressive.

She stomped her high heels angrily and said -

"You and Yinyin actually hid this from me! Do you still see me as your mother?"

"..."

How does it feel to be scolded by your wife at home after your complicity with your child is exposed?

He smiled and said——

"It's okay. I've already told her. Don't be so angry. Besides, Yinyin is actually feeling very aggrieved. She hasn't waited for her mother to bring food back yet. It's normal for her to feel dizzy from hunger."

"…So you took advantage of the situation and tricked my daughter away with a meal!"

When Mrs. Ye heard that the reason was actually her fault, she paused for a moment. Then, seeing his playful smile, she immediately shifted her anger to him.

"You, the kidnapper!"

"Hey! Can we be reasonable? I just felt sorry for the child and made her something to eat. What's wrong with that?"

"You have bad intentions! That's right!"

The wife raised her hand and was about to hit him with her fist as usual, but he dodged this time and her hand missed. Because she was excited and used too much force, her high heels became unstable and she fell onto the sofa with a scream.

"Hey?"

Qin Kong looked at her body pressing towards him, and subconsciously reached out to catch it, holding her warm body in his arms. The two of them fell on the sofa together, rubbing their legs and feet in black silk stockings, and their mature charm came towards him.

"You, you actually hid!"

Mrs. Ye looked at him who was pressed down with a flushed face, raised her pink fist and hit him a few more times.

He smiled helplessly -

"Okay, okay, I won't hide. It's not shameful to be my wife's punching bag. Go ahead and hit me if you want."

"Who is your wife?"

Mrs. Ye's ears turned red. Being so close to him, her body temperature was transmitted to her, and the man's breath made her dizzy.

She raised her hand, wanting to vent her shame with a little violence, but when she thought about what he said, if she hit him, wouldn't that be admitting that she was his wife?

This bad guy just likes to talk nonsense.

Scumbag!

Qin Kong felt his wife's tenderness and ripples appeared in his heart.

Looking at her face so close to me, her face was flushed.

She was looking at him too.

The understanding between them has unknowingly reached such a level that they have revealed their innermost selves to each other, and even if there is resistance, they will accept it.

Mrs……

He slowly put his hand to those warm lips...

……

PS: Just enough words, alas, there is no space, even if you want to scold me, you can't, a little bit ~ (?ω?)

95. The "sisters" who are devoted to him

In the quiet room, the two people on the sofa looked at each other, getting closer and closer in a strange atmosphere. Mrs. Ye watched him approach, feeling panic in her heart.

He, how could he...

I only thought of these words in my mind, but my body did not move to resist. I just watched him approach, approach...

Forget it, forget it, just think of it as Yin Yin's sake. If I were to fall out with him like this, Yin Yin would be sad. Yes, that's all, I'm just trying to compromise for the sake of the child.

I don't have any other thoughts.

Thinking of his help and care, and his efforts to be a good father, Mrs. Ye slowly closed her eyes, and her tense body relaxed slightly...

Ding-a-ling-a-ling——!

But suddenly, a loud ringing sounded, instantly waking up the two people in the ambiguous room.

Mrs. Ye sat up on the sofa, looked at him lying below, and stammered -

"It's time for class... I have classes this morning, I'll leave first..."

"Hey?"

Qin Kong watched dumbfoundedly as she stood up and staggered away in a pair of high heels.

Bang!

The woman's legs and feet in black silk slightly bumped against the table. She bent over in pain and covered her hands with her hands, but then ran away in a hurry, leaving the stunned Qin Kong standing there.

He lay blankly on the sofa, his wife's body temperature still lingering in his arms, his heart still trembling because of her tenderness.

This feeling of being neither up nor down is really exhausting.

In particular, he is no longer a pure little boy. He has done all kinds of things with Aunt Hong that he should and shouldn't have done, and is now in the stage of getting more addicted to sex.

Qin Kong turned over, hugged the pillow randomly, and suppressed the ambiguity in his heart.

His face was buried in the pillow.

Thinking that his wife was waiting for him at home, and he almost got into trouble with another wife, a strong sense of guilt emerged in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Hong...but I already..."

That's a bit over the line.

……

Aunt Hong was doing housework at home, not knowing that she was going to be cuckolded again. But even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

It’s okay to have a harem, but don’t regret it later.

She cleaned the room thoroughly, checking to see if there were any spots that were not cleaned properly. It was the first time she had done such a thing last night, so she was actually very shy and didn't feel at ease until she had cleaned the room inside and out.

Maybe after a while you get used to it and won't care too much about it.

Om-!

"Ok?"

The cell phone outside suddenly rang. It was Qin Kong's old phone. In order to make it easier for Aunt Hong to contact him, Mulan asked Qin Kong to take it out and let her use it first.

There was nothing Qin Kong didn't know about Mulan. He even almost forgot that he had an old cell phone. It was only under Mulan's guidance that he found it in the bottom drawer of the computer desk.

"…Are you my wife?"

How come you know more about family affairs than I do? Qin Kong couldn't help but complain about his good brother at that time.

But a good brother cannot be your wife.

Aunt Hong came out of the room, saw that the old phone showed Mulan, and then she answered the call and said -

"Mulan? What's wrong? You called me out of the blue."

"Sister Hong, how are you doing recently? Did that idiot do anything stupid? Does he make you angry?"

It sounded like someone was calling just to chat.

Aunt Hong smiled and shook her head, saying -

"You didn't call him but called me. You must need my help, right?"

There is no such thing as a visit without a request. Mulan was pestering Qin Kong because she liked him, but calling her, "Sister Hong", meant there must be something wrong.

Mulan smiled awkwardly and said -

"Hey, I miss Sister Hong a little bit too... We sisters can be close to each other, but a stinky man is nothing, right? How can he be as close as us?"

If Qin Kong heard his good brother's clapper sound, he would probably get goosebumps and faint on the spot. It was really creepy.

Aunt Hong couldn't stand her either, and said -

"It's ok, I'll hang up then?"

"No, no, no!"

Mulan hurriedly called out and said:

"I just have something I want to ask Sister Hong."

"Is it about the sword species? Considering the time, it should be about time."

Aunt Hong had actually guessed that Mulan would come over to ask about the situation, and was just waiting for her to speak.

Mulan nodded, sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking down at her flat and tight belly. There were two circumferential lines around her belly button.

This is his proof.

But recently there have been some new changes. As Mulan worked hard to practice and cultivate the sword seed, the original lines have slowly grown, like a seed sprouting, and new patterns have grown.

It looks like a bunch of orchids.

Marks also began to appear on her chest and forehead, a faint vertical line that looked like an eye in heaven between her eyebrows.

Aunt Hong nodded continuously after hearing her description and comforted her:

"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. Through the sword seed training, it will take root in your body and grow your own 'flower'. Now it is coming out of your body because you haven't fully controlled it yet."

"...When I have mastered it completely, will I become his completely?"

Mulan had a vague feeling that the deeper one's sword cultivation method was, the greater his influence would be, and in the end, he would be completely unable to get rid of it.

Aunt Hong nodded and said——

"Yes, each replanting will offset the negative impact."

"Well... since this is a normal situation, I won't worry about it. Thank you, Sister Hong."

After hearing Aunt Hong's explanation, Mulan thanked her with relief, not taking the fact that she would become his thing seriously at all.

He has done so much for me, so he should bear the price himself.

Jiuwu Mountain is famous for its wine.