Chapter 65 Thin Lips and Red Lips This is shameful and embarrassing at the moment.
The mother-in-law couldn't see it, so she asked anyone with bright eyes to come and have a look.
Fu Nanyao was the same girl as her, and it was she who taught her how to use the menstrual bag just now, so she thought it was harmless.
Fu Ciyi is different!
He is a man, that is one thing.
Second, their relationship as husband and wife is only nominal.
This is where the embarrassment comes.
Yan Funing was extremely embarrassed, and Fu Ciyi was not much better.
Just then he listened to his mother's words and glanced at the sheets.
This single glance made him freeze in place. Although his eyes suddenly drooped, his legs were actually very heavy.
Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law didn't respond, Wan Niang said with a smile: "Ciyi, you have a wife, and she will say some things directly in front of you."
"As a woman grows up, this happens every month. As a husband, you should be considerate."
Fu Ciyi responded with a hoarse voice.
Then he returned to his senses, moved his legs, and sat back in front of the desk.
Wan Niang added: "In the future, if Funing becomes pregnant and gives birth, she should be taken care of more easily."
Realizing that her son had sat back, Wan Niang patted the back of his chair: "You kid, are you listening?"
"Listen, listen." Fu Ciyi coughed.
Yan Funing frowned and reached for her mother-in-law's hand again: "Mom, don't say any more."
Wan Niang only thought that her daughter-in-law was shy, and said gently: "You are young and don't understand many things. You will understand when you get along more in the future."
Fu Ciyi really couldn't listen anymore, so he shouted to Fu Beimo who had just gotten up outside: "Come here."
Fu Beimo stretched out: "Brother, what are you calling me for?"
"Help your mother back to her room."
"okay."
Fu Beimo came in very obediently, helped his mother up and left without saying anything.
Wan Niang turned around and said, "This is a great event, but it's a pity that I can't see it and can't do anything to eat. I'll go make some noodles."
Fu Ciyi signaled to his younger brother to help his mother quickly go to the kitchen.
After mother and son left the west wing, Yan Funing let out a long breath.
She stuffed the clothes she had changed into the tub, and the sheets on the bed had to be replaced.
It's just that the spare piece was used by her to separate the beds. If she had used the spare piece...
Then tonight, wouldn't she want to sleep face to face with him? Whether it is facing the back of the head or the back of the head facing each other, it is quite uncomfortable.
Then I thought about washing the sheets and skirt immediately.
Blood stains, if not washed off as soon as possible, will be difficult to clean later.
Thinking of this, she took out the sheets she had put away, opened up the bed sheet, and stuffed it into the tub.
While she was re-laying the sheets, Fu Ciyi sat on the chair with her back to the bed.
He didn't dare turn around and help her.
The reason is not that he wants to torture people, nor is he afraid of trouble.
Rather, he was afraid of seeing the blood on the sheets again...
What I just saw makes it easy for people to think about other things.
He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.
Closing his eyes like this reminded him of what his mother asked him when he was in the woodshed -
[Ciyi, were you busy late last night? 】
【Thanks for your hard work. 】
[You kid, you are enlightened. 】
He was very confused at the time, but only now did he realize that his mother meant something.
Fu Ciyi stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to go for a run outside."
Yan Funing paused in making the bed: "Why do you have to run around?"
"Practice martial arts and keep fit, and do a set of boxing by the way."
"okay."
Yan Funing nodded and smoothed out the wrinkles on the newly laid sheets.
After rearranging the bed, she took the wooden basin to the river to wash her dresses and sheets.
Since it was just getting dark, there was almost no one at the riverside.
Yan Funing washed the dress first. There was not much stain on the dress and she cleaned it quickly.
Then I washed the sheets. The sheets were not thin, but a little thick, so I rubbed them hard for a long time.
Fortunately, the river water is cold and the blood stains can be cleaned quickly.
But there was a problem. After the whole sheet was soaked in the river water, it sank very heavy when I picked it couldn't lift it at all, so she had to hold the corner of the sheet with one hand to see if anyone was coming to the river port.
nobody.
God, what should I do? She pulled hard, but could only pick up half of it.
Suddenly hearing someone's footsteps, she quickly turned her head: "Hello, can you..."
Before she finished speaking, she slowly closed her mouth.
The person coming is Fu Ciyi.
He was running along the river bank.
Really foe.
They were definitely sworn enemies in their previous lives, and she owed him for having such a ridiculous relationship as husband and wife in this life.
People who practice martial arts have ears that are different from ordinary people.
Fu Ciyi had already heard Yan Funing's words.
"What's the matter?"
He slowed his pace and walked up to her.
Because he had run a long way, his chest was rising and falling slightly, his fair and stern cheeks were stained with a little pink, and his thin lips were redder than usual.
An unexpected monster.
Yan Funing blinked and said with difficulty: "The sheets are too heavy and I can't lift them. Can you help..."
Before she finished speaking, Fu Ciyi rolled up his sleeves, stood beside her, stretched out his arms, grabbed the sheets with his big palms, and lifted them up.
The water fell with a splash.
Yan Funing put a light hand on her hand and suddenly felt her whole body relaxed.
"Do you want to wring it out?" he asked.
A smile appeared on Yan Funing's delicate and delicate face: "If you want it, of course you will."
She couldn't do it alone.
Fu Ciyi put the sheets together, gave one end to her, and twisted the other end by himself.
Seeing her dumbfounded, he said, "Let's screw it together."
Yan Funing wanted to cry: "I can't twist it."
Only then did Fu Ci look at her hands. His two small hands could hold one end of the wrinkled sheets, and there was no extra space for her to twist them hard.
How come her hands are so small?
"Have you not had enough food in the Yan family since you were a child?"
Yan Funing was puzzled: "Ah, why do you ask that?"
He wanted to talk about why his hands were so small, but when his words came to his lips, he turned into: "How come you don't have the strength to twist the sheets?"
Yan Funing lowered her eyes, and he said that she was delicate again.
"You don't have to twist the sheets yourself in Yan's house."
I don’t know where I got the courage to say harsh words to him.
As soon as the words came out, she was shocked.
Fu Ciyi was also stunned, and then chuckled briefly: "Yes, you have endured hardship with me."
When he smiles like this, he has a temper.
Yan Funing didn't know how to answer the words, her big watery eyes suddenly sparkled.
Fu Ciyi looked at her with boredom and said in a cold tone: "Let's do this, you just hold on, I will twist it by myself."
Yan Funing said "hmm".
Who would have thought that his strength was so amazing that he almost dragged her down by twisting his hands.
It doesn't matter if you drag it down on the ground nearby, but if you drag it down now, it will fall directly into the river.
"what--"
She exclaimed.
Fu Ciyi frowned in disgust, quickly grabbed her arm and carried her back.
"Why are you so squeamish that you can't even hold onto the sheets?"
He was about to fall into the river.
Yan Funing choked, and he said she was delicate.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her: "Go to the shore to avoid getting your clothes wet."
Let him do it alone.
However, the feeling of the sheets being twisted was completely different from the feeling of him grabbing her arm just now.
How could her arms be so weak? So soft as if there were no bones inside.
(End of this chapter)