The Lady's Sickly Husband

C66. A Pair of Disgusting People

Time seemed to halt for that moment.

Touching her face to disguise something, Mo Qianxue hesitated in fluster, having no idea of whether to accept if or kick him off bed as a revenge if he kissed her.

However, in the silence, Ning Shaoqing took back his hand.

Then he helped her tucked the quilts, turning around and, with steady sound of breath, falling asleep in a while.

Mo Qianxue's eyes shone with beams of rage.

Was this man a wood? Shit. She had planned to kick him off bed, but now there wasn't a chance for her to act proud. How could she kick him now? This man had been very polite since last time he kissed her.

Every time they were in bed, he wouldn't move at all and fell asleep like an old monk.

Was it because that she lacked temptation? Mo Qianxue couldn't help rubbing her breasts and felt depressed. She did have something there. Why could this person remain a gentleman?

Probably...it was because of the cold poison in his body was affecting the key part? It shouldn't be! Last time, she had gotten a chance to feel the great size of it.

She kind of regretted for having bought a new quilt for him.

Turning and tossing for long, she finally managed to fall asleep.

However, what she wasn't aware of was Ning Shaoqing's glowing gazing eyes, though he had turned his back to her and maintained smooth breath.

*

The next evening, the Wang village was in great joy.

Almost all the people who had a say showed up and brought gift-money to Mo Qianxue for the celebration of her new restaurant to be open soon.

Although the gift-money wasn't too much and some even just gave her a piece of red cloth, Mo Qianxue was still overjoyed.

She didn't value much on the amount of the money, but their willingness to bring her gifts proved the fact that she had gained her position in the village.

All over the front yard placed lots of tables, and even the kitchen and living hall were occupied. The village head presided over the party, giving a speech and words of congratulations. Ning Shaoqing, of course, sat in the main chair.

Mo Qianxue had wanted to give them a hand in the kitchen, yet she was pressed into her chair by the group of women including sister Fang, Chunyan and Juniang until she promised not to come to the kitchen. Sister Fang still didn't believe her and let the daughters Nizi and Yaya waited by her.

Nizi gave her a massage in the shoulder with her little hands while Yaya sat on her thighs and begged for stories. Looking at the two girls, one younger and one elder, Mo Qianxue felt so satisfied.

In the future, she would have her own nice daughters too.

Thinking about children, Mo Qianxue couldn't help looking to Ning Shaoqng and discovered that he was surrounded by many school boys, a picture Mo Qianxue instantly felt sweet.

She lowered her head, pondering whether to have sons or daughters when she suddenly sensed a heated beam shooting at her, looked up, and it was Ning Shaoqing gazing at her.

There seemed to be a lake in his eyes, smiling.

Mo Qianxue gave him a playful stare, and Ning Shaoqing laughed...

*

The yard was in joy and excitement, but people there had their own thoughts.

The village head and elders were discussing the selection of children from which family to learn root-sculpture craftsmanship with Mo Qainxue.