The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

42. I want to sleep with my wife.

Xiao Liu wrapped in a quilt, quietly crouched outside the cloth curtain, secretly listening to the movement inside.

In fact, Lu Feng woke up when Muzi got up to open the door just now. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, frowned, and sat up. Just as she lifted the quilt and put on her shoes, she saw Xu Mu lifting the cloth curtain and coming in.

"Mi Jian?" Lu Feng thought she had seen it wrong, so she looked again. It was indeed Xu Mu's face under the hood. She couldn't help but be stunned and asked in confusion, "Why did you come here so late?"

After Xu Mu lifted the cloth curtain, he stood there without moving. His eyes greedily looked at Lu Feng, his infatuated gaze sticking to her face, as if confirming something, with a slight redness at the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lu Feng walked over in confusion when she saw him not moving, and gently touched his face with her hand. It was as cold as ice. She hugged him and pressed his face against her chest, speaking softly, "Did you have a nightmare? Or can't sleep?"

Xu Mu tightly hugged Lu Feng's waist with his hand, as if he wanted to embed himself into her body, and said in a muffled voice, "I missed you."

They had seen each other before dinner. Lu Feng shook her head and smiled. Mi Jian was always so clingy, but she liked being stuck to him like this.

"Lu Feng," she gently stroked his back, and Xu Mu's heart warmed slightly. He raised his face to look at her and said, "I want to sleep with you today." He pursed his pale lips, his eyes slightly red, and his voice choked, "I want to sleep with my wife."

Lu Feng originally thought that Xu Mu's "sleep" meant the other "sleep." The lake in her heart seemed to be gently stirred by a small hand, causing ripples to ripple for a while. But suddenly, she remembered her father's words and dared not think too much.

But that almost blurted out "no" was swallowed back when she heard Xu Mu's last sentence.

"I want to sleep with my wife." Xu Mu buried his face in her arms, his voice sounding choked with tears and filled with grievances. "It's been a long time since I slept with you."

Lu Feng's heart softened instantly. She gently patted Xu Mu's back and softly agreed, "Okay."

Lu Feng led him to her bed and made an agreement with him, "We will just share the same bed and pillow, and not do anything else."

Otherwise, she was afraid that when the time came to marry Mi Jian, her legs would still be broken. . .

"Hmm." Xu Mu didn't even think about doing anything else. All he wanted was to be held by his wife and sleep. Now that he heard Lu Feng's agreement, he quickly untied his cloak, climbed into the bed in one roll, and eagerly waited for Lu Feng, who was still standing by the bed, to come up.

Being so proactive was simply outrageous.

". . ." Looking at the docile person lying in bed, Lu Feng regretted it. Mi Jian was being so proactive, yet she was still thinking about her mother wanting to break her legs. . .

Shouldn't they take care of things first? After all, it was romantic to die under the peony flowers.

If the words are spoken, it will be embarrassing to take them back.

Lu Feng opened the quilt and lay down. Just as she had tucked in the corners of the blanket, Mi Jian rolled into her arms and found a comfortable position, embracing her waist, ". . ."

She shouldn't have spoken just now and let things develop naturally! Mi Jian came over, his forehead near her mouth. If she hadn't made a sound just now, she could have naturally kissed his forehead.