CH 134

Zhao Lanxiang took two perilla plums to eat. It was strange because she had always been very resistant to such things as perilla. Before, she could not touch it at all.

But the plum with the smell of perilla, she could eat it. The surface of the plum is covered with a layer of frost, soft in the mouth, sweet and sour. It was delicious, full of flesh, and refreshing.

Her gaze fell on He Songbai's darkened face. His thin lips had dried up, and the sweat on her head kept flowing. He always came out early and returned late during this time. Zhao Lanxiang thought he was going to the pig farm, but Zhao Lanxiang realized it when she saw the perilla in his hand today.

It was just early this morning that she learned that she could not eat perilla plum, and he saw all her disappointed expressions. He was not indifferent at all.

Zhao Lanxiang's heart was extremely complicated. She felt that she was both silly and sullen. She was ashamed that his cheeks were hot.

She touched the cold plums, and her heart was warm and ashamed.

"Brother Bai, thank you."

"No need for thanks between a couple."

He Songbai hurriedly filled his wife with a bowl of porridge and asked her to eat porridge with the plums. "You try it. Do you have an appetite?"

She nodded.

He Songbai's nervous eyes watched his wife tightly. He watched her eating a bite of plums and drinking a porridge. Although she was eating slowly, she didn't vomit until the end of the meal.

"In the future, you can eat it for every meal. I heard that it had been marinated for a long time, and the taste is quite good."

As He Songbai said that, he also took one to eat. It was sour, sweet, and salty. The other taste has neutralized the sour taste, and it has become soft and long-lasting. Not overwhelming.

He smiled when he saw Zhao Lanxiang, her pink lips twitched carefully, sipping off the white rice grains besides the spoon. Her red lips and white porridge form a sharp contrast. After she finished, she stretched out her soft tongue and licked it, making He Songbai's throat dry.

Zhao Lanxiang saw his lips chapped, and she pushed the second bowl of porridge that she had not finished drinking. "Drink some porridge and quench your thirst."

"No need."

He leaned in behind her, leaned over his head, and grabbed her moist lips deeply.

He drew thirst-quenching water from her mouth.

She had just finished drinking the porridge. Her lips had a sweet smell of perilla, like sweet spring water, which quenched his thirst but also made him on fire.

At noon, a heart-puttering gasp came from inside the sunny room.

The big palm of He Songbai held her increasingly plump chest. His throat rolled, and he said, "Lanxiang, you are getting fat here."

It was fat and soft, and the whiteness was overflowing from between his fingers.

Zhao Lanxiang rolled her eyes and blocked his annoying mouth. Her thumb twisted the tendon in his waist and touched the hard muscles in his belly. She was immediately jealous. Her body has been out of shape because of pregnancy, but he grows taller and stronger. He has been eating and drinking in the country for several months, and he has recovered all the meat that was lost after studying hard in school.

She stripped He Songbai angrily.

He Songbai was immersed in the bliss, and his head was blank, but his elder sister suddenly came over.

"Brother Bai, are you there?" Sister He knocked on the door.

Zhao Lanxiang's fair face was pink, her face was red, and her heart was beating hard, but her voice was very calm, "Brother Bai went out and may not come back until tonight."

"Alright—" Sister He's footsteps gradually disappeared.

He Songbai snorted violently, on the verge of pain and happiness.

...

When the clouds and rain stopped, it was almost dusk.

He Songbai skin was thick and dark, but he was all red at the moment. He sneaked out of the room with the same feeling when they were secretly dating, then get a bucket of water like a thief and took out his wife's bowl to be washed.

"I'm getting some water to bathe Lan Xiang." He said quietly to his elder sister who was washing clothes by the well.

When he came back to get the second bucket, his elder sister asked him, "Where have you been? I was looking for you, and Lan Xiang said you were not there."

He Songbai bowed his head to scrub the dishes hard, "I went out to find Lanxiang's plums. Is there something wrong, Elder sister?"

"Grandma said you need to prepare early and send Lan Xiang to the hospital for delivery in a few days."

"Isn't it too early?"

After all, the pregnancy was just over eight months old. He Songbai scratched his head. His wife's belly appeared in his mind. Although it was only eight months, she looked quite big. She vomited so badly, but she could still raise her baby like this. Many times He Songbai felt guilty when he saw her.

Sister He glanced at her brother. "It's always good to prepare early. In case of a sudden storm and it's suddenly started, it would be a headache. You can't go to the hospital easily here."

He Songbai nodded, "I'm ready."

Going to the hospital means that a benefit from time to time like today is gone. His pregnant wife's enthusiasm makes He Songbai glow with a second spring, moisturizes him with vitality and blood, and every pore is transparent and comfortable.

But for the sake of the baby, He Songbai accepted Granny's opinion. He went back to the room, picking up her clothes in a murky manner, and turned his head over to still see her face red. She was sweetly sleeping soundly.

The sweat stains on her had been wiped clean, and she slept refreshed at the moment.

Her skin became softer and softer with pregnancy as if when he gently pinched her, he could get water. He covered her with a quilt and kissed her tiredly.

...

Zhao Lanxiang originally expected to go to the hospital after reaching nine months, but she couldn't refute He Songbai and went to the hospital half a month earlier for labor.

He got a double room for his wife with "luck." The ordinary beds in the hospital are for eight or even ten people. On a hot day, a few people wander around, which can make pregnant women sweat.

He Songbai dismantled the purchased ice cubes and gave her iced mangoes. The melted ice cubes exuded the cool air and refreshed her heart.

"I know that you are suffering. Endure it for another month?"

Zhao Lanxiang wiped a lot of hot sweat and ate a few pieces of mango. "It doesn't matter. I can bear it. But the city is really hot. The wind in our ravine is cooler."

He Songbai shattered the purchased ice into small pieces, put them in a water bag, and put them on her cheeks, "Cooler?"

The pregnant woman in the bed next to them looked at this man with envy. He waited for his wife so nicely.