The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

68

Chapter 68

The room was dark, with soft sobs and the man's low panting.

The temperature outside dropped sharply at night, but the temperature in the room was gradually rising, and the ambiguous atmosphere enveloped the whole room.

"Well, be careful of the child..."

"Be good, carry me on your back."

There was a rustling sound from the quilt, and then the quilt was lifted up and loosened, as if someone was picked up, turned over and put down again.

The quilt was high, Pei Xingzhi held her slender waist, and the pillow was under his knees. Meng Wanqiu's skin was very tender, and a slight pressure would turn that piece of skin purple.

"Wuwu, no more, um, Xingzhi..." Meng Wanqiu's voice of begging for mercy sounded, it was too deep.

Pei Xingzhi's forehead was sweating, the biceps on his arms bulged, and every muscle in his back was restraining himself, controlling the strength and frequency, "It's already very light, Wanwan."

As he said that, Pei Xingzhi kissed the white and smooth back, moving down along the back groove little by little, arching his waist and back, leaving a string of ambiguous marks.

I don't know how long it has been, Meng Wanqiu leaned back in Pei Xingzhi's arms, her fingers turned white, and she grabbed Pei Xingzhi's arm hard, leaving deep fingerprints.

Pei Xingzhi didn't care, lowered his head and held her neck, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

Meng Wanqiu shivered all over, her skin turned an alluring pink, tears wet her eyelashes and stuck to her eyelids.

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Pei Xingzhi wiped her body, changed her into clean clothes, and changed the wet sheets and quilts. He fed Meng Wanqiu warm water and watched her fall asleep. Pei Xingzhi's fingers stroked her blushing cheeks, and the tenderness in his eyes turned into spring water, melting the cold.

After dealing with the follow-up matters, Pei Xingzhi climbed onto the bed, lay behind Meng Wanqiu, hugged her in his arms, put his hands through her arms, put them on her bulging belly, and touched it with heartache.

The little one in the belly was very well-behaved and sensible, and did not disturb mom and dad all night.

Pei Xingzhi felt that it must be a daughter, and only daughters are little cotton-padded jackets, knowing how to be considerate of mom and dad.

With a good mood, Pei Xingzhi hugged his two babies and fell asleep.

The next day, when Meng Wanqiu woke up, Meng Mingxia and Buxuzi had already left.

Yesterday, she was outside all day. Although she was not very tired, it still consumed the energy of Meng Wanqiu, a pregnant woman.

Secondly, Pei Xingzhi pestered her to exercise for most of the night. Although Pei Xingzhi only did it twice, several hours had passed, and Meng Wanqiu almost lost consciousness at the end.

"Ah, it's all your fault. I'm too embarrassed to see anyone." Meng Wanqiu sat on the bed, holding Pei Xingzhi's clothes and shaking them back and forth, her face flushed with shame.

Pei Xingzhi smiled and hugged Meng Wanqiu's waist, "No, no, Master Buxuzi and my second brother thought you were tired at the 715 Institute and didn't know what happened at night."

"Really?" With her messy hair, Meng Wanqiu was still stunningly beautiful, her eyes wide open, staring at Pei Xingzhi.

So cute.