CHAPTER 614: EPISODE 327: BANQUET AT CHUNFENG RESTAURANT

The room in our new home is much more spacious than the one back in the Meng family courtyard.

A green gauze lamp hung over the desk by the window, exuding rings of faint light, infusing the scent of the leaves with a hint of warmth.

Hua Xiaomai was suddenly deprived of the little walnut by Meng Yuhuai, her hand suddenly empty, first shocked, and then realizing what happened, she burst into laughter.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked, running a finger slowly over the brand-new quilt embroidered with hundreds of flowers, lowering her head with a smile curving on her lips and brows, "Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?"

The twenty-nine-year-old young matron, having given birth to the little walnut, had gained an added touch of mature charm, her figure a bit plumper than before, as white and luscious as a juicy peach.

Meng someone glimpsed at her twice, his throat tightening, and looking down at the little walnut already snoring softly in his arms, his voice grew even huskier.

"I’ll take the child to mother first, you stay put and be good."

Having spoken, he strode out, with the sounds of opening doors and talking faintly carrying back, but soon enough, he rushed back hurriedly.

Hua Xiaomai indeed sat obediantly at the edge of the bed without moving. Seeing him come in, she curled her lips, "You took the little walnut over, and mother didn’t say anything?"

The light in the room was dim, but she suspected that the person in question had blushed because he immediately turned his head away, uncomfortably placing his fist against his lips, coughing twice.

"Don’t talk nonsense."

After a while, Meng Yuhuai, frowning, said, "Mother wants us to discuss, in case the night is inconvenient, letting the little walnut sleep with her is also an option. Us country folks aren’t used to hiring help to take care of us, and since the family is short on members, we have to help out more ourselves."

"Hmm." Hua Xiaomai stood up and lazily sauntered over to him, touched his chest with a seemingly casual brush of her hand, and said softly, "But I don’t think that’s appropriate, the little walnut is still so small, how can he be away from his mother?"

Meng someone’s back suddenly stiffened.

Since learning of his wife’s pregnancy, although they shared a bed every night and inevitably had intimate contact, he had always been self-alert, repeatedly admonishing himself in his mind not to act recklessly.

Those with self-discipline tend to have remarkable self-control, yet when self-discipline was no longer needed, desires surged fiercely, especially since he had some thoughts of his own this night. When Hua Xiaomai touched him like that, his body instantly ignited with desire, and with just a sweep of his hand, he effortlessly drew his little wife into his embrace. His palm glided up slowly along her waist as he leaned down to her ear and murmured, "Do you really think I can do without?"

Hua Xiaomai felt the heat of his palm and couldn’t help squirming a bit, giggling, "I didn’t leave you hanging, you..."

Before she could finish, the towering figure already enveloped her, accurately seizing her lips, a muffled "Don’t mess with me" getting swallowed into her belly.

The walls of their new home were thick and sturdy, soundly sealing all the intimate noises within the room, so even if someone passed by outside the window, they would not hear a sound.

The newly made bed was solid, and although the canopy shook, it did not make the embarrassing creaking and groaning sounds like before.

Moving into the new home, their first night was exhausting. Considering they had to feed the little walnut at midnight, they didn’t dare to indulge too much, however, maybe because it had been a long time since such activities, Hua Xiaomai still felt physically drained; when she opened her eyes in the early morning, she barely moved before feeling a muscle in her back pull painfully, involuntarily sucking in a breath of cold air with a hiss.

Meng Yuhuai, on the other hand, was refreshed, already neatly dressed. He had opened the window to look out at the dense woods behind the house. Hearing a noise, he turned his head back, "What’s wrong?"

Hua Xiaomai glared at him without a word.

The morning in the new home to the east of the village was different from that in the old Meng family courtyard.

Near the small dirt road to the south of the village, the houses were all pretty much the same, and early in the morning, one’s ears would be filled with the clanging of pots and pans, the nostrils also catching whiffs of the fragrance of food from various households. Now in their new house, surrounded by fields, aside from the birdsong in the woods, there was no other noise; if it were half an hour later, perhaps the shouts of farmers going to the fields with their tools could be heard.

This was a bit disconcerting, yet the peacefulness and the fresh air were pleasant as well.

Meng Yuhuai, waiting by the window for a while without hearing Hua Xiaomai reply, eventually came to sit beside the bed, turned her over and started to massage her back, smiling as he spoke, "What, am I tiring you out?"