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The gaze returned, and they began to talk about what happened after Zhang Shan Ni’s abdomen was unexpectedly seen—
Let’s not mention how Xie Jingchen finally coaxed Zhang Shan Ni; after the couple spent dozens of minutes doing lovey-dovey things in the room, it ended with Zhang Shan Ni getting hungry and then the two sweetly having breakfast together.
The breakfast was packed and brought back by Xie Jingchen directly from the canteen, consisting of a pot of white porridge, specially provided beef balls, and radish greens that came with the porridge.
As she ate, when the heat on her face finally subsided, the little village girl opened her big almond eyes, sporting a fair face like jade, and after finishing chewing on the meat with her red lips, she curiously spoke up.
"By the way, Brother Chen, what happened to Lin Zhizhang?" Zhang Shan Ni suddenly remembered something as if she had forgotten after being fed a beef ball by her man, and finally inquired about Lin Aihong’s well-being.
"He won’t die." Seeing that she swallowed, Xie Jingchen timely fed her a spoonful of white porridge, "Wife, let’s be mindful of prenatal education, that kind of person isn’t worth your concern."
"Oh, it’s not concern, just curious." Being fed a spoonful of porridge at just the right temperature, the clearly baby-like Zhang Shan Ni looked at him innocently, "Will Commander Jiang Rong be punished?"
"He will be, definitely. But he has backing, you don’t need to worry about him."
She glared at her man, "I’m not worried about him, I just feel a bit sorry for Lin Aifei, having such an unreliable sister... Has her husband done anything to her?"
"Not sure. But Jiang Hongrong is quite upright. Eat up, stop talking." Xie Jingchen felt annoyed when his wife showed concern for another man.
When he saw his little wife looking frail as if overwhelmed by waves of sensuality... Xie Jingchen clenched his jaw and continued the feeding with forced calm.
"..." Zhang Shan Ni looked at him pitifully; after much difficulty, her man returned and she just wanted to have a good chat, but even that was hard to come by!
Apparently, the little wife was only in the mood for gossip after she was full.
"Wife, don’t look at me like that." Xie Jingchen took several deep breaths and finally covered her sparkling almond eyes with his large hand, cleaning the porridge from the corner of her mouth—
"Um..." Zhang Shan Ni, blushing with embarrassment, pushed against his chest, grumbling dissatisfiedly, "Brother Chen, there’s a tissue!"
Using your tongue to lick, are you trying to seduce her, or are you actually ’wiping’ her mouth?
Whining, it gets wetter the more you wipe!
"Does it feel better now?" Xie Jingchen didn’t mind her little tantrums, just remembered he couldn’t control himself earlier and feared he might have hurt her.
While speaking, his large hand gently massaged her arm. Seeing her comfortable and tiredly leaning against him with half-closed eyes, he simply picked her up and briskly walked back to the room.
"Brother Chen?" Zhang Shan Ni was startled when the man picked her up, and as soon as they returned to the room, her keen sense of smell detected the lingering sensual scent in the room.
The blush that had just faded was once again climbing onto her fair face.
"Wife, I have to go to a meeting in a little while, you’re tired so get some good sleep, and if you’re uncomfortable tell me, okay?"
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