Chapter 396 The More I Love You, the More It Hurts

For example, his son was so fragrant and soft that he felt weightless when he held him in his arms. The same was true for the woman, who was so soft that she had no bones.

This little mouth and skin were inherited from her, and you could squeeze water out of it.

He liked it.

He liked it very much.

At this time, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Ning Qing hurried out. She was wearing a white nightgown and went forward to hold Xiao Jinwen.

"Xiao Jinwen, what's wrong with you? Mommy will hold you."

Xiao Jinwen was held in his father's arms, and his little head was lying on his father's shoulder with grievance. When he saw Mommy coming, he stretched out his arms and asked for Mommy.

Lu Shaoming had no choice. He was a novice father who had just started his journey and had no experience, so he leaned over and handed Xiao Jinwen to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing held Xiao Jinwen, patted her son's back with one hand, and coaxed him softly. Xiao Jinwen stopped crying, lay on Mommy's shoulder and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, a knock on the door sounded, "Qingqing." Yue Wanqing is here.

Ning Qing looked back at the man. How could his mother see him dressed like this? She held Xiao Jinwen and went to open the door.

When she passed by the man, her shoulders were held. The man leaned down slightly and whispered, "Let Xiao Jinwen sleep with grandma."

Ning Qing's little face turned red instantly. She glared at him, "Why?"

"It's inconvenient."

Ning Qing was speechless. What's inconvenient?

The man saw through her thoughts and smiled with his lips hooked. "Don't you know why it's inconvenient? My son is only six months old. If you want to give him a lesson in advance, I don't care."

If eyes can kill, Ning Qing will definitely let him die thousands of times.

Mom was still knocking on the door. Ning Qing shook off his hand and went to open the door.

Yue Wanqing stood by the door. She glanced at Xiao Jinwen, "Qingqing, is Xiao Jinwen asleep? Come, give it to me, I'll take him to sleep."

"Mom..." Ning Qing refused to give it.

At this time, a man's low and calm laughter sounded behind her, "Mom, Xiao Jinwen is six months old now. You have worked hard in these six months."

Yue Wanqing immediately smiled kindly, "Why do you have to work hard? Xiao Jinwen is my precious grandson. Besides, my hard work is nothing. Mom just hopes that you and your wife will be well."

Ning Qing had nothing to say. This man was blocking her mouth.

A lot of things happened one after another in the past few months. Mom and Dad were worried about them, especially Mom's health was not good and she couldn't stand stimulation.

If he made trouble with her, Mom would worry again.

He was really smart. He coaxed Mom with nice words first. Damn it.

Ning Qing had to hand Xiao Jinwen to Yue Wanqing.

Yue Wanqing took Xiao Jinwen and said, "Qingqing, you and Shaoming go to bed early. Mom is leaving."

"Well, Mom, good night."

Ning Qing slowly closed the door until Mom's back disappeared from Ning Qing's sight.

As soon as she closed the door, a hot body came up from behind. The man stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.

Lu Shaoming kissed her hair hard.

Ning Qing avoided his kiss and twisted her body to avoid being hugged, "Lu Shaoming, what are you doing? Let go!"

The next second, she was picked up. She had no power to fight back and was thrown directly onto the soft big bed by the man.

Ning Qing was really scared. The memories of the day on the mountain top came flooding back like a tide. She rolled and crawled to hide in the corner, wrapped herself in the quilt, and looked at him warily, "What do you want to do? Can you think of something else besides this? What else can you do besides forcing me?"

Lu Shaoming knelt on one of his long legs and stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek. He smiled, "Ning Qing, don't you want to?"

Ning Qing, "What?"

"It is said that women's sexual desire will become stronger after giving birth. I still remember how someone complained about me again and again when I didn't touch her. Besides," Lu Shaoming narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "I forced you on the mountain top that day. Didn't you feel comfortable?"

Ning Qing was so angry that she kicked him away, "Lu Shaoming, you are so shameless. How can you think that everyone is as shameless as you?"

She didn't say he couldn't do it because... he was dissatisfied with his sexual desire. He... took her out of context!

That day on the mountain top...

He still had the nerve to say that.

Lu Shaoming let go of her little face and dodged her little feet. He got up, went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, and then got on the bed, "Come here, I'll blow your hair."

Her hair was wet.

Wet hair can easily cause headaches when sleeping.

"No!" Ning Qing snorted coldly with great stubbornness.

The man frowned, "Ning Qing, do you mean you want to get straight to the point by no?"

What did he say?

How shameless.

Ning Qing turned over and knelt on the bed, raised her two little pink fists and hit his handsome shoulders, "Asshole! Why do you like to bully me?"

Lu Shaoming let her hit him, grabbed her slender arms and hugged her in his arms. He laughed in a low voice with pleasure, and liked her lively look of a wild cat. One big hand found her little **** and slapped her across her nightgown, "Ning Qing, I bully you because I like you."

"Who wants you to like... um!" Ning Qing's lips were blocked.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open. The man didn't kiss her, but held her in his mouth. He bit her lips with his teeth, and she couldn't breathe after a while.

Seeing her face flushed, Lu Shaoming quickly let her go, "Ning Qing, I haven't touched you for only half a month. You don't even know how to kiss. Do you understand?"

She foolishly forgot to breathe.

She's already a mother, but she's still so shy.

Ning Qing reached out and wiped his lips hard, wiping away his saliva, "Lu Shaoming!" She put her two small hands on his shoulders, opened her mouth and bit down the corner of his lips hard.

She was so angry!

The corner of his lip was bitten, but it didn't hurt too much. The woman stared at him, her autumn eyes covered with a touching and stubborn light. It was undoubtedly like a kitten's paw scratching his heart, and his whole body was full of pain. Crispy.

Two big hands lifted up from her soft waist, ignoring the pain, and just pecked her delicate lips. While pecking, he said, "Madam, do you know how to bite? I'll teach you, it doesn't hurt if you bite your lips. Come on, bite." My tongue."

Ning Qing's face turned red and she reached out to hit him on the shoulder.

She almost didn't recognize him. What was his bottom line?

But the back of her head was clasped, and her whole body was held in his arms. He was buried in her pink neck, and the bruise on her chin hurt her, "Madam, I miss you so much."

The low-alcohol magnetic voice carries endless sighs and affection.

A sweet feeling arose in Ning Qing's heart. The little hand on his shoulder slowly curled up and tugged on his shirt. Her delicate and fair face was both aggrieved and soft, "Why are you always like this...after you bullied me?" And he used sweet words to coax me."

Lu Shaoming used both hands to lift her up like a porcelain doll. He kissed her collarbone, which he wanted to kiss just now when he saw it in the shower room. "Madam, do you like it?"

Ning Qing shook his head, "I don't like it."

She likes...he doesn't bully her and always coaxes her with sweet words.

Lu Shaoming put her down, then put her little head on his lap. He turned on the hair dryer, tried the warm air with his hand, then rolled her hair and started blowing.

Ning Qing became quiet and lay obediently on his lap. This time seemed like it was back to half a year ago, when he lost his memory.

Her long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, and she asked, "What disease do you have?"

Now that he is back, he should have solved all the things outside. He didn't want to tell her and kept hiding it from her. In fact, she didn't want to ask, but she couldn't help it.

Lu Shaoming's expression showed no change, and his movements were gentle, "****."

"What?" Ning Qing didn't understand.

"It's a lover's poison. When I think of you, it hurts. I can't touch you or be with you." The man explained simply.

Ning Qing was silent for a few seconds, her face turned pale. In fact, she had already guessed the whole story, and now he confirmed her guess.

She had heard of Gu.

A kind of extremely painful pain in the world that can make life and death impossible when it occurs.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, biting her pink lips with fine white teeth.

Lu Shaoming chuckled and looked at the woman's fair and tender face under the light. This was not an easy question to answer.

If it hurts, it must hurt her more than him.

She said it didn't hurt, and she blamed him for not loving her.

A woman's heart...

"Well," Lu Shaoming thought for a moment, "This is directly proportional to love. If calculated in ten points, the more I love you, the more it will hurt."

Ning Qing lowered her long eyelashes forcefully and closed her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you, what would you do?" the man asked.

Ning Qing didn't know.

**** is a lover's poison. In other words, she becomes his poison. What will happen to her?

OK.

No matter how much opposition there was from the outside world, she had always held his hand tightly, trying to clear the obstacles and keep up with him.

She believes in two words - love.

As long as they still love each other.

But what if he is poisoned?

She had never seen him sick, but judging from his decisive attitude towards her at that time, he must have been very serious. If the love he gave her was perfect, then maybe...she would let herself disappear.

If you can't fall in love, then the next best thing is to live a good life.

Lu Shaoming rolled the last strand of the woman's hair on his index finger and blew it. Suddenly, he noticed that the woman's shoulders were shaking. He lowered his eyes and saw that the woman buried her face deeply in his lap and cried.

Lu Shaoming was startled, quickly put down the hair dryer, brushed away all the hair covering her cheeks, and then cupped her palm-sized face into his palms, "Madam, what's wrong? How come these tears just fell away without any need for brewing? "

The woman buried herself in his legs, refusing to let him touch her.

Lu Shaoming had no choice but to hold her waist with one arm and hold her in his arms. Without the protection of his thigh, the woman's two small green hands clenched into small fists and put them on her eyes to rub tears.

Lu Shaoming's heart was filled with tears. They all said that Xiao Jinwen looked like her, and the way she looked when she cried was just like his son.

"Okay, madam, don't cry anymore, okay? Everything is over, and our lives can get back on track. It doesn't hurt anymore. I will stay with my wife forever and ever."

His calloused thumb wiped her tears.

I told her not to tell her. If she knew he had been shot at from the beginning, wouldn't she cry every day?

fool.

It hurt him so much.