In the living room of the room, looking at Li Yang who was rubbing Zhang Xia's soft clay with her left hand and pulling herself into his arms with her right hand, Chen Xin was actually a little unwilling in her heart, but looking at Li Yang's kissing lips, she still forced a smile. Open your mouth.
While they were kissing, Chen Xin looked at Zhang Xia, who was rubbing her eyes and squinting her eyes out of the corner of her eye. Chen Xin closed her eyes silently, thinking of the afternoon scene in her mind.
She was clearing the table when Li Yue hugged her and started thundering and raining.
When she was holding the table and pouting, her mouth was soaked by the rain, but somehow, Zhang Xia's door opened at this time, and she spotted them at a glance, which made her stiffen and regurgitate the rain.
But this stiffness did not last long. She was stiff, but Li Yang didn't seem to care at all. He directly asked Zhang Xia to come over with a strong order, and then refused to let Chen Xin leave, letting her watch the thunder and rain rain on her.
This made Zhang Xia full of guilt, but when Li Yang mockingly mentioned the things her husband had done afterwards, she could no longer speak.
So naturally, Li Yang held them in his arms and made some demands.
Chen Xin was sulking at that time, and Zhang Xia didn't look good.
But in the face of Li Yang's request, they finally reluctantly agreed. When Li Jian was about to wake up, they stood up to make dinner. Unexpectedly, Li Yang started to help again, which made the two of them blush.
After finally finishing cooking, Li Jian woke up again, and Li Yang finally stopped for some reason. This is why Li Jian saw their rosy faces after waking up.
But now, after dinner, Li Jian left. Li Yang, who had just flirted with them, could not hold back.
Chen Xin knew that Li Yang was impatient, and Zhang Xia knew it even more, so she knew that her persuasion and prayers were useless, and she could only hold her heart tightly and let him do whatever he wanted.
They were hugged by Li Yang in the living room and carried to the bed in the bedroom where Li Jian was resting...
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When the two heavy rains stopped, the world seemed to be much quieter.
"Chen Xin, do you have emergency medicine?"
In the bedroom, Zhang Xia, who had just come out of the bathroom, came to Chen Xin and spoke in a low voice, with a bit of embarrassment on her face: "I can't buy this in my own capacity now..."
To purchase this kind of medicine, you must verify your real name, and a purchase record will be left.
This record can be found at some point.
Zhang Xia's situation... is really not suitable for this.
Chen Xingang wanted to answer something, but was directly stopped by Li Yang. He held Zhang Xia in his arms domineeringly, pinched the soft mud with both hands, and sat her in his arms. When their eyes came together, he patted her and said with a slight smile: " Why take medicine? Can’t you accept it?”
"Come on, lie down while I play."
Li Yang spoke with a smile, Zhang Xia looked at this familiar boy, pursed her lips, and lay on the bed silently.
Chen Xin sighed and lay down next to Zhang Xia. The two of them formed a beautiful scenery, one on the left and one on the right.
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In the morning, the morning light shines.
A man dragged heavy steps and walked slowly on this familiar yet unfamiliar road home. Most of the surrounding shops were closed, and the closed rolling shutter doors looked cold and heartless in the dim light. Occasionally there are one or two small shops with lights on, and the warm light they shed can't dispel the depth and coldness of the night.
He had just finished a long night shift, and his face was full of exhaustion. The eyes were bloodshot and dull, as if they had lost focus. The deep bags under his eyes and swollen eyelids revealed his long-term fatigue and lack of sleep.
His hair was messy, soaked with sweat and clinging to his scalp. The sweat on his forehead was still oozing out, sliding down his cheeks and dripping on his slightly worn collar.
The work clothes on his body were wrinkled and stained with oil and dust, as well as some stains that came from unknown sources. His shoulders drooped slightly, as if he was bearing an invisible weight. His steps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed so laborious, as if his feet were being dragged heavily by lead weights.
His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers stiff and bent from long hours of work. The rough palms are covered with calluses and small wounds, the marks left by hard work.
His back looked particularly lonely under the streetlight. His body was slightly hunched, as if his back had been bent by the pressure of life. His body swayed slightly with the steps, as if he might fall down at any time, but he still persisted and walked towards home step by step.
Passing by a small shop that was not closed yet, the light in the window illuminated his profile. His cheeks were thin, his cheekbones were prominent, and his chin was covered with green stubble. The lips were chapped and lost their original color.
The wind blew gently, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground and swirling around his feet. He couldn't help shivering and tightened his clothes. However, this could not dispel the fatigue and chill deep in his heart. His thoughts seemed to be still stuck in the busyness of work, and there was a trace of confusion and numbness in his eyes.
Occasionally a vehicle would pass by on the street, bringing up a gust of wind and kicking up the dust at his feet. He didn't escape, he just endured it all silently, as if he was used to all the dissatisfactions in life.
Finally, he came to the downstairs of his house. Looking up at the familiar window, a warmth surged in my heart. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and began to climb the stairs with difficulty. Every step up required a huge amount of effort, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.
When he opened the door to his home, a warm breath hit his face. He walked into the room quietly, fearing to wake up his sleeping family. He collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes. At this moment, he could finally put aside all the fatigue and stress and enjoy this moment of tranquility.
I didn't see the breakfast prepared by my wife when I got home today, but Li Jian didn't care. He was very tired last night, and now he started to rest on the sofa with his eyes closed.
When he fell asleep, he didn't notice that the door of his room opened silently, and his mother Zhang Xia quietly ran back to the bedroom with clothes in her hands covering her private area. His strong 'brother' also smiled. Returned to his room. (End of chapter)