"I'm sorry," he asked.

Jian Qing thought for a while, "I shouldn't distrust you."

“…”

Lu Huaiyu stared at her serious face and couldn't help but chuckled, "You are quite self-aware."

He paused, "but only half of it."

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, not understanding what else could she do except for this?

His hands were down the back of her head, his palms pinched her neck, and he was massaged, as if he was helping her relax and soothe.

"I'm angry because you're paying too much attention to Hee Hee's needs, and you're ignoring your own needs."

"..." Jian Qing opened his eyes confusedly, not understanding what he said.

Lu Huaiyu sighed helplessly and found a direct entry point, "How long have you been painting, and the easel is gray."

In the past, I could draw for half a day with just a stroke, but now I wish I could circulate around my son for twenty-four hours.

"..." Jian Qing looked at her hands and clenched her nails with guilt. She remembered that she hadn't painted for a long time.

Lu Huaiyu has never mentioned it before, because she felt it was too early and understood her feelings of becoming a mother. But today, seeing her nervous and anxious look, she couldn't help but worry that she would forget her existence as an individual while taking care of her children.

"You don't have to be so nervous. You can be lazy occasionally and try to leave it to others for you."

The man's voice in his ear was slow and gentle, one by one.

Jian Qing stared at him in a daze, feeling his hands stroking up and down along the back of his neck.

I feel wronged for no reason, and as a suppressed individual, I feel wronged.

She met Lu Huaiyu's dark eyes, stuttered twice, and finally said softly: "You are not the same."

There was a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"What's the same?" Lu Huaiyu didn't expect that she could still talk back.

Jian Qing learned his words in a good manner, "I paid too much attention to my needs, so I ignored your own needs."

"..." Lu Huaiyu stared at her, silent for a while, as if he understood something, "So you drove me out to play with Pei Hao in the afternoon, do you think this is my need?"

Jian Qing nodded.

"..." Lu Huaiyu didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, but his heart still softened.

His dark pupils gradually sink, "But my need is not this." He said, his voice lowering twice.

"What is that?" Jian Qing was puzzled.

Not as good as her reaction, Lu Huaiyu grabbed her wrist, pulled the person up, and walked straight to the bedroom.

His steps were very big, and Jian Qing took two steps at a time to keep up.

The man's palm was hot and hot, tightly imprisoning her, feeling a clear sense of oppression.

"..." In a flash, the sky was spinning and Jian Qing was pressed on the bed, and naturally understood what Lu Huaiyu wanted.

With a faint click, the bedroom door was locked.

Jian Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were bitten gently by him. He could feel the movement of his hands, dyeing her skin inch by inch, and her cheeks were red and bloody.

After careful calculation, they hadn't really had it for a long time. Lu Huaiyu felt really uncomfortable before, and she was also helping him with other methods.

The nerves became extremely sensitive, as if they could not stand his slight teasing, and quickly turned into a pool of water and allowed him to fiddle with it.

A faint milky fragrance emanates from the air.

Jian Qing's pupils suddenly magnified, and he pressed his head, "No."

"Why can't it be? It's all rising," his voice was hoarse, with a seductive magnetism in his mouth, and continued to rub his teeth, "I'll suck it for you."

It was already dark and no one would disturb me.
Chapter completed!