After being forced to marry an ugly husband

Chapter 137 Extra 5: Daily life of husband and wife

When it was time to go to bed, Liu Fa's wife and Qi Yinglan took the two children back.

The husband and wife were the only two people left at home. When Qiu Henian took off his robe, he discovered that there was a bruise on his arm, but fortunately the skin was not broken.

Qingyan saw it and hurriedly got off the bed to help him take a good look. Fortunately, only that area was a bit scary, and there were some red marks on his back, but they were not serious.

Qingyan asked Qiu Henian to sit on the edge of the bed. He found the ointment in the drawer under the bed and asked the other party to open it and take it in his hand. He used one hand to help him apply the ointment little by little.

After it was done, Qingyan blew a few breaths on the bruise. Qiu Henian laughed, put the medicine bottle aside, held his waist, and let him sit on his lap.

Qingyan sat in his arms and said, "I'm not used to being so quiet at home all of a sudden."

Qiu Henian said: "After we come down from the mountain tomorrow, I will go to Lao Liu's house to bring back the golden beans."

Qingyan said "hmm" and he lowered his head, frowning slightly, still a little worried.

Qiu Henian said: "Don't worry, it will be okay if there are so many people together. The villagers will not harm the black bear with its cub. They will just drive it deeper into the forest so that we will not encounter it again in the future." "

Qingyan nodded, feeling more relieved.

The two were affectionate for a while, and Qiu Henian said: "It's getting late, do you want to sleep?"

Qingyan buried herself in the crook of his neck and shook her head.

Qiu Henian said: "Do you want me to read to you?"

Qingyan still shook his head.

Qiu Henian wanted to ask again, but Qing Yan had already raised her head, found his lips, and kissed him.

Qiu Henian paused, then quickly raised his hand to hold the back of his head, and kissed him instead.

Not long after, Qingyan lay on her back on the bed, her clothes were all messed up, and she looked at the man on her body with moist eyes.

Qiu Henian confirmed in a low voice: "Will your hand hurt?"

Qingyan shook his head, "I'll be more careful and won't touch you."

Qiu Henian pressed forward, Qingyan put her good hand around his neck, and placed the gauze-wrapped one on the side of his face.

When it was intense, her mind went blank, Qingyan forgot about her hands, and she was hit by the pain in her hands again, making her groan in pain.

The man's big hand held his wrist, and held the other hand together, making him straighten his arm and tie it high above his head.

When I forget my feelings, I can't move even if I want to, I can only hold my chest high and make useless efforts.

...

The lights danced, and the clouds and rain gradually subsided.

Qingyan's arm was sore, but the man held his wrist and carefully put it back to his face.

The warm kiss covered him, and Qing Yan cooperated weakly.

After a long kiss, the man left his body, turned over and lay beside him. After taking a few breaths, he turned sideways and pulled up the quilt under his feet to cover Qingyan.