When Zhou Qingmiao came out of the shower, he was wearing a red sundress with a very positive color, the biggest feature of the skirt was that it was puffed up like a rotating bellflower, and the fabric was comfortable and breathable.

In her previous life, she had always liked red, white with pure and warm eyes, and she had a special preference for red in this era, and she liked it even more inexplicably.

She can't wear it so fresh outside, but she likes to wear whatever she likes when the door is closed at home.

When Lei Xudong in the courtyard saw Zhou Qingmiao wearing a red sundress, his breath stagnated, and the warm and fresh red made her skin white and tender like clotted fat, very much like the little fox spirit who seduced people's hearts and did not know the world in Liaozhai, obviously her face was pure and immature, and she had a thousand hidden styles.

Seeing her running over, Lei Xudong felt a sense of tyranny in his heart, like a ruthless leopard luring a sinister prey that didn't know people's hearts, and then when she entered his hunting range, he hit it with one blow, paced and picked up the little fox and wanted to throw it in the nest to warm the bed and do something to give birth to cubs.

"Hey, shall we go for a bike ride?"

Lei Xu Dongjun's face sank, naturally he was unwilling, he heard her refusal many times, and his patience was about to run out.

And he has always been accustomed to giving orders, a strong person, even if he loves his little wife too much, he always accommodates her, has a gentle attitude towards her, and has no resistance to her at all, but there is always something strong in it that makes Qingmiao unable to resist.

For example, when it comes to his own welfare, he almost doesn't give an inch.

Zhou Qingmiao saw that Lei Xudong was unhappy, sighed, and whispered something in his ear.

Whether she is in her previous life or in this world, there is only one man who really owns her, and Lei Xudong is still the same, but compared to Lei Xudong, who has no teacher in the back, Zhou Qingmiao's theoretical knowledge is much richer.

Lei Xudong's ears burned when he heard this, and he looked at the only intact bicycle parked in the yard, which was no problem carrying two or even three people.

But what if both are sitting in a soft saddle? The saddle was only wide enough for one person.

Lei Xudong rode on the bicycle, sat back as much as he could, exposed half of the saddle, stared at Zhou Qingmiao explicitly, and stretched out a hand towards her.

As soon as Zhou Qingmiao put his white tender little hand on his palm, he was pulled over, and the chick was lifted to the remaining half of the saddle, and the two of them sat on the saddle, facing each other.

In such a sitting position, the hips and hips are bound to be tightly together.

In the past, Zhou Qingmiao would wear pants when she went to work and rode a bicycle considering the problem of walking light, but today she wore a skirt that was looser and more puffy than usual.

"Don't press the skirt." Lei Xudong's throat rolled, and he said something very dignified, straightened all the skirts for her, and moved them forward, and the skirt was covered to his waist.

Zhou Qingmiao's cheek was pressed against his strong chest.

Lei Xudong pointed a little on his right foot, and the bicycle wheel turned, turning around and around the front and back yards, tirelessly turning.

The cool evening breeze of autumn blows away the skirts, and the evening breeze seems to have a little magic, from the budding bellflowers ripening to blooming.

……

Looking at the little morning light leaking through the window, even if he woke up, Lei Xudong pretended to sleep, hugging Zhou Qingmiao who was tired and asleep, his hands were rough and dark, and his dark wheat-colored palm gently stroked Zhou Qingmiao's back under the soft quilt.

The rough and hot fingertips rubbed against Zhou Qingmiao's white and delicate skin, the touch of the fine satin, and the smooth and white skin seemed to suck his hands, so that he couldn't move anymore, and wanted to hug people to the ground.

But the heavens are not old, and the earth is not barren.

As soon as the sky dawned, Zhou Qingmiao, who had been partying for half the night, still planned to get up and work with a disability.

(End of chapter)