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

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Chapter 76

Today is the day when the little girl is one month old.

In Meng Wanqiu and Pei Xingzhi's room, the family sleeps on the kang, which is very wide, so there is no need to worry about not getting enough sleep.

The little girl sleeps in the middle of the couple. When she is hungry at night, she hums twice, and Pei Xingzhi gets up to make milk for her.

The little girl drinks the milk with her eyes closed, and then falls asleep again with the pacifier in her mouth.

Her little hands are loosely placed on both sides of her head. The little person smells of milk, and her little body is like a stove, emitting heat continuously.

Meng Wanqiu hates the heat and always likes to move to the side. The little girl must stay next to her mother at night, so she also moves to the side.

It was the hottest time of June, and the family was covered with a thin blanket. In addition to the blanket, the little girl also covered herself with a small quilt, which was square and about one meter in size.

It was a bit hot and humid at night. After the little girl finished feeding, her forehead was wet with sweat. Her thick black short hair stuck to her forehead, and the air from her little nose was hot.

Meng Wanqiu next to her ran out of the quilt. She had been in confinement for the whole June, which made her very uncomfortable.

She took a bath once a week, and wiped her body with a wet towel at other times. She was out of confinement yesterday, and she officially took a thorough bath.

The moonlight shone through the window sill, shining on Pei Xingzhi's handsome profile, and cast a shadow on the other side, making his appearance more delicate and three-dimensional.

She was wearing a white shirt and black loose trousers. Originally Meng Wanqiu wanted to make him shorts, but Pei Xingzhi refused to wear shorts, so he had to make long pants.

After pouring some water from the hot water pot, he wet the towel, twisted it a little, and returned to the kang. He wiped the sweaty forehead of the little guy, otherwise the sweat would dry on the back, and the sticky, coquettish little guy would make trouble again.

After wiping the little one, he wiped the big one.

The cool feeling touched Meng Wanqiu's heart. She opened her eyelids and looked at Pei Xingzhi in a daze, then bent her mouth and kissed the back of his hand, muttering something.

Pei Xingzhi didn't hear clearly, but it didn't stop him from responding. He leaned over and kissed Meng Wanqiu's forehead, and said softly, "I'm here, go to sleep."

After covering the two babies with the quilt again, Pei Xingzhi lay down on his side with his head supported, holding a palm-leaf fan in his other hand, fanning it again and again, with tenderness and love in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Early in the morning, Pei Xingzhi felt something soft touching his face, and smelled the fragrance of milk on his nose.

When he opened his eyes, he met a pair of extremely pure black gemstone eyes, clear to the bottom, with clear black and white. The eyelids were very deep, and the eyelashes were very long and curly, as if they were a miniature version of Meng Wanqiu's eyes.

Pei Xingzhi raised the corners of his lips, took the little fleshy hand off his face, and kissed it on his lips. The owner of the little fleshy hand immediately laughed, revealing his pink and tender gums, and his black gemstone eyes were filled with innocent joy.

"Are you up so early?" Pei Xingzhi did not get up, but just leaned sideways and talked to his daughter, his big hand wrapped around the little hand, his voice so soft that it seemed to drip water.