Qiao Lanshu hadn't taken a bath in quite a while, originally in an effort to save water.
Qin Yuanzheng had previously custom-ordered a wooden bathtub, which was now sitting in the bathroom.
It was perfect for taking a bath.
Later on, when Qiao Lanshu's belly got bigger and showering became inconvenient, she could also use the wooden tub.
The more Qin Yuanzheng thought about it, the smarter he felt for buying the tub so early.
Oh right, and that waterproof sheepskin mattress could also be used for the baby; they wouldn't even need to buy a new one.
As he cooked, he thought about all this, growing happier by the minute.
Qiao Lanshu changed her clothes and walked over in a loose-fitting loungewear set, wanting to see what he was doing and if he needed any help.
As a result, she saw him washing radishes while grinning foolishly to himself.
Who could have imagined that Qin Yuanzheng, who was strict, cold, and unsmiling in the military, secretly called Yama Qin behind his back, would be smiling like a fool at home.
Qin Yuanzheng wore an army-green tank top, revealing thick, sturdy arms with a wheat-colored complexion and beautiful muscle lines.
He also wore loose black casual pants and sported a buzz cut. Under the warm yellow light, his sharp facial features seemed somewhat gentle.
It was just that his stubble had grown out again.
Why did his beard grow so fast? Even bean sprouts didn't sprout as quickly as his stubble.
Qiao Lanshu walked up beside Qin Yuanzheng and watched him wash the radishes.
Then, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward Qin Yuanzheng's waist and abdomen, and down to his pants...
She looked for a moment, then suddenly reached out, gave his bulge a pat, and whispered, "Brother Zheng, what are you thinking about? How come..."
How could just washing a radish get him all worked up?
Qin Yuanzheng reacted strongly. He immediately dropped the radish, took two steps back, and glared at Qiao Lanshu, looking somewhat shocked: "You, wifey, what are you trying to do?"
Pulling a stunt like that out of nowhere nearly scared him to death.
His wife was usually very shy, and she was quite reserved in bed, too.
Why was she being so brazen now?
He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you deliberately teasing me just because you're in your first three months?"
Knowing he couldn't do anything to her, she started acting up.
This was exactly the kind of thing Comrade Xiao Qiao loved to do most.
Previously, when Qin Yuanzheng drove her to work, she liked to tease him right before getting out of the car. Seeing him get all worked up and suffering from restraint, she would just open the door, hop out, and run into the factory for work.
Tell me, isn't this little wife wicked?
Now that he caught an opportunity, shouldn't he teach her a good lesson?
Qiao Lanshu picked up a small red radish and took a bite. It was crisp, sweet, and delicious.
Her eyes curved into a smile as she whispered, "Hubby, the doctor said we have to wait until after three months. You can't mess around right now, oh."
Look at that, she even called him hubby.
If this wasn't deliberate teasing, what was?
Qin Yuanzheng walked over, grabbed her in his arms, pressed her against the wall, and pretended to be fierce as he whispered, "Are you asking for it again? So fearless? Go count the days yourself, how many more until it's been three months?"
Qiao Lanshu was wearing thin clothes, and because of her pregnancy, she was already feeling a bit tender and swollen.
Being pressed by Qin Yuanzheng a few times, she twisted her body trying to escape, deliberately saying, "I won't count, I don't know how to read."
How could Qin Yuanzheng let her run away?
He held her down, giving her a 'massage' while whispering in her ear, "There are 12 days left until it's a full three months, remember that?"
Qiao Lanshu actually felt a little scared now;
Think about it, a vigorous man with heavy desires suddenly being asked to practice abstinence and unable to vent—how frustrated must he be?
She knew she shouldn't tease him because he simply couldn't withstand it.
Normally, just calling him hubby would leave him excited for half the day.
Let alone the fact that she had just patted him with her hand.
But she couldn't help it either.
Teasing a man like this was so much fun.
A casual look or gesture would immediately draw a reaction.
She really couldn't resist playing with him.
Qiao Lanshu's voice grew soft from his handling as she said, "Twelve more days, that's still a long way off. Brother Zheng, let me go first, I want to eat a radish."
The small red radishes Qin Yuanzheng had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative were round and plump. A bite was crunchy, sweet, and juicy—incredibly delicious.
Qiao Lanshu loved eating them. She had just eaten one, and now she wanted another.
Qin Yuanzheng continued to 'massage' her while staring at her, whispering, "You want to eat a radish? Alright, I'll let you eat your fill."
Saying that, he picked Qiao Lanshu up and walked off.
Qiao Lanshu: "..."
No, she didn't mean that kind of radish!
...
Speaking of which, the two had only been married for about four months; they were still newlyweds.
They were in the honeymoon phase of passionate love.
Although Qin Yuanzheng used to go on blind dates often, he had never actually been in a relationship.
Qiao Lanshu was his first woman, and encountering such a stunner right off the bat, how could Qin Yuanzheng control himself?
You couldn't blame him for having his mind full of these bedroom matters all day long.
It was truly because he only got to experience this at his age; he couldn't hold back.
Qiao Lanshu said she liked eating red-skinned radishes, so Qin Yuanzheng let her eat them.
Qin Yuanzheng had said he would let her eat her fill all at once.
Over half an hour later, Qiao Lanshu couldn't eat anymore. With red eyes, she looked pitifully at Qin Yuanzheng and said, "Brother Zheng, I don't want to eat anymore."
She felt like she was going to throw up if she kept eating.
Even though they hadn't gone all the way to the end, Qin Yuanzheng was already incredibly satisfied.
This kind of experience was indeed a first.
He had been thrilled several times over.
Holding Qiao Lanshu, he whispered, "You don't like eating radishes anymore?"
Qiao Lanshu nodded, somewhat regretting why she had teased him earlier. "I don't like them anymore."
Qin Yuanzheng said with some regret, "Why don't you like them anymore? I waited in line for ages to buy a pound of small red radishes. They're crisp, sweet, and very juicy. Aren't they your favorite?"
Qiao Lanshu: "..."
Sure enough, against this two-faced and lustful man, Qiao Lanshu was truly no match.
In the end, Qin Yuanzheng still washed the small red radishes clean one by one, placed them on a white plate, and carried them over to the table in front of the sofa.
He smiled and said, "Good wife, eat up."
Qiao Lanshu: "..."
Qin Yuanzheng washed the half-pound of mutton clean and used it to stew mutton soup. Then he went to knead dough, preparing to cook mutton soup noodles for Qiao Lanshu.
Qiao Lanshu watched his dough-kneading technique, and thinking of what had just happened on the sofa;
She instantly flushed red to the tips of her ears and looked away from Qin Yuanzheng.
Whether Qin Yuanzheng was doing it on purpose or not, he brought the dough to the living room table, sat right next to Qiao Lanshu, and kneaded the dough while watching her.
His palms were broad and rough, his fingers long, and he kneaded the dough with great force.
Grabbing the dough, pressing and kneading it back and forth a few times, he soon had the dough completely submissive—not sticking to the bottom or to his hands at all.
Qin Yuanzheng even asked, "Wifey, what do you think of how I kneaded this dough?"
Qiao Lanshu: "..."
