My wife has always been timid

"Father taught me."

Unexpectedly, Mo Shaoqian said in a low voice.

He looked earnestly and explained in detail: "The men in our family can cook. My father taught me since I was a child to learn to be self-reliant. Maybe one day when I am down and need to cook by myself, I won't starve to death. The most important thing is... ...My father told me that cooking for someone I love is an ordinary but very happy thing.”

Uh?
Dai Xiaochun couldn't help but twitched the chopsticks that had just picked up the noodles, staring blankly.

There was still a slight smile in the man's eyes, as if Dai Xiaochun was his beloved, and he was very happy now.

Yes.

He had never felt that what his father said made sense before, what was cooking?
But at this moment, he is glad that he has this ability, because he can't wait to show Dai Xiaochun his good side, and he is also lucky that he still has such a skill that allows him to please Dai Xiaochun.

False, it must be false.

Dai Xiaochun just thought it was ridiculous.

The man who hated her to the bone now said that she was his beloved, what an obvious lie.

She stuffed the noodles into her mouth little by little, and the noodles that she thought were good just now tasted like wax.

Even so, Dai Xiaochun still used up a bowl of noodles.

Mo Shaoqian was in a good mood, picked up the empty bowl in front of her and walked towards the kitchen, "Today's meal is relatively simple. You are in poor health and can't eat strong dishes. When your health recovers, I will cook it for you. meal."

And a big meal?

Dai Xiaochun frowned even tighter.

The man quickly entered the kitchen, and after a while there was the sound of washing dishes and chopsticks. Sitting in the dining room, Dai Xiaochun looked into the kitchen, and saw Mo Shaoqian skillfully cleaning the bowls she had just used.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his lips were still slightly raised.

Without the usual fierceness, the temperament of the whole person became much gentler.

Not long after, Mo Shaoqian cleaned up the kitchen, wiped his hands with a towel, took off his apron and put it aside, and walked towards Dai Xiaochun at the door.

"Go upstairs and rest, you are in poor health, go to sleep." He took Dai Xiaochun's hand naturally and walked upstairs.

Dai Xiaochun subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, and the alarm bell sounded again in his heart.

But the man held her hand tightly.

As soon as he returned to his room, Mo Shaoqian pushed her into the big bed, but compared to his previous innocence and asceticism, his eyes were a little hotter. After he hugged her into his arms, he breathed hot and softly. Spray on her earlobe and hold her tightly.

The rough palm moved unconsciously, and gently untied the strap of her bathrobe.

Dai Xiaochun grabbed his hand, frowned, "You said..."

Mo Shaoqian paused.

"Sorry, it's my fault." He sighed, took his hand out of her bathrobe, and only hugged her tightly.

However, he was not reconciled.

The thin lips gently rubbed against the woman's white and tender earlobe. He knew that this was her most sensitive part, so he rubbed against it on purpose, and spoke in a hoarse voice with the intention of begging in a low voice: "Ah Chun, it's too lonely to be full of a child." , give me another son, okay..."

Dai Xiaochun's mind went blank.

Give him... a son?

"Mo Shaoqian..."

"Shh...don't talk." His warm fingertips blocked her lips, not wanting to hear her refuse.

The room was pitch black.

Breathing was rapid and heavy.

He wants to tie her down, tie her down tightly, children are the most able to grasp her heart, he can see that one is not enough, he wants to have more, and she will never bear to leave up.