In the wedding room, red candles flickered.

The newlyweds had taken a shower and changed into clean clothes. In this summer, the night was very sultry, but the couple was even hotter.

Why?

They were so nervous that their heads, bodies, and palms were all covered in sweat.

The bath was in vain.

"Ping'er, are you hungry? If you are hungry, eat a few snacks. I see you didn't eat much at night." Zhou Shengjie picked up a plate of snacks on the table and brought it to Ping'er.

Ping'er chuckled and shook her head, "I never eat much at night. Brother Zhou Sheng, if you are hungry, just take a few bites."

Zhou Sheng also shook his head, "I can't eat it either, so let's save it for the two children to eat tomorrow. Children should all like to eat this kind of dessert."

Ping'er smiled and nodded gently.

The two people stood at the table, staring at each other, and suddenly stopped talking. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Zhou Sheng could only find something to say: "What, Huahua is asleep?"

Ping'er nodded: "Well, she usually goes to bed early at night and goes to bed after doing her homework."

"Well, I slept well early, and Bingbing also slept. I checked before and found that he was sleeping quite deeply," Zhou Sheng said.

Ping'er curled her lips.

The two of them were speechless again, and the atmosphere became more and more awkward.

"It's getting late, how about we take a break?" Zhou Sheng asked. After asking, sweat broke out on his forehead again.

Ping'er blushed with embarrassment and nodded slightly.

The two people came to the bed one after another. Zhou Sheng was standing there, hesitating whether to hide in the tent and take off his clothes, when a pair of soft arms came around from behind him.

Zhou Sheng was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and saw that it was Ping'er.

"Brother Zhou Sheng, you are my man, you should let me help you change your clothes and go to bed." Ping'er whispered.

This is a habit she developed in the Yang Mansion in Yuncheng.

When the lady sleeps, she takes care of her.

When the master is sleeping, it is the wife who takes off his clothes. This is a rule she has seen, developed and learned since she was a child.

Ping'er smoothly took off the clothes on Zhou Sheng's upper body, revealing his strong and strong arms.

Long-term physical labor had left the skin on his back tanned and a layer of dead skin on his neck.

My shoulders must have been carrying heavy loads for a long time, and the poles have worn them out with a thick layer of calluses.

This was Ping'er's first time to look closely at the opposite sex, and it was her own man, the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Ping'er had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Zhou Sheng also felt very strange.

Although this was not his first time getting married, this eager impulse made him stronger than the first time.

Especially when he turned around and saw Ping'er, whose black hair had fallen down in front of him, she was as beautiful as a fairy descending from heaven.

Zhou Sheng felt that he was dreaming, and the blood all over his body was ignited in an instant. He couldn't bear it any longer, picked up Ping'er, spun her around and pressed her to the bed...

"Bang bang bang!"

The door of the new house was suddenly banged, and the two people on the bed were so shocked that they quickly separated.

"Who is it?" Zhou Sheng asked in a rough voice toward the door.

No matter how good-tempered you are, it doesn't feel good to be interrupted at a time like this.

"father……"

Bingbing's voice came from the door of the house, mixed with panic and crying.

Zhou Sheng grabbed the clothes on the ground and put them on his body, got up and went to the door of the house.

As soon as the door of the room was opened, a small figure threw herself into his arms, and her little body was shaking as she held his thighs.

"What's wrong, son? Why do you look like this?" Zhou Sheng knelt down, held Bingbing's thin shoulders, and asked in surprise.

"Dad, I have a nightmare, I'm so scared..." Bingbing said.

"What nightmare do you have?" Zhou Sheng asked.

Bingbing said: "I dreamed of a lot of ghosts, with fangs, tongues, pulling my legs, pulling my feet..."

Zhou Sheng couldn't help laughing when he heard these childish words.

He patted Bingbing's head gently and said, "Dreams are all fake. Don't be afraid. You are a man. How can you be so timid?"

"Come, daddy will take you back to the house to sleep."

Zhou Sheng took Bingbing's little hand and sent him back to the room opposite.

After a while he came back and closed the door again.

Ping'er lifted a corner of the tent and asked him, "Is Bingbing asleep?"

Zhou Sheng nodded: "Well, he fell asleep. The boy probably held in his urine. I sent him back to the house and let him pee a lot. He should be able to sleep soundly now."

"That's good." Ping'er said and retracted into the tent again.

The moment the curtain was lifted and put down, Zhou Sheng saw Ping'er's smooth and round arms and the exposed trace of Sai Xue's skin.

His throat tightened, and the flame that had been extinguished rose again, and he quickened his pace and came to the bedside.

Just when she pressed it down and found her mouth before taking a few bites, Bingbing's crying voice came from the door of the house.

"father……"

The two intertwined figures in the tent quickly separated. Ping'er pulled a corner over her chest and rolled into the big bed, with her back to Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng poked his head out of the tent, panted towards the door of the room, and said impatiently: "What's going on again?"

"Dad, I'm afraid..." Bingbing replied.

Zhou Sheng frowned, "You are a man, how come you are less courageous than a girl? Look at your pretty sister, she went to bed long ago and you are still tossing on the ground?"

"Don't you plan to go to school tomorrow morning? Go back to the house and go to sleep!"

After saying these words, Zhou Sheng retracted his head into the tent.

However, Bingbing's cry came again from the door of the house.

"Dad, I'm afraid, I want to sleep with you!"

He was crying and banging on the door.

This made Zhou Sheng in the tent upset, and Ping'er also sat up.

"Brother Zhou Sheng, don't let the child cry like this. You'd better go and have a look." Ping'er said.

Zhou Sheng was a little angry. While looking for his pants to put on, he gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, let's see if I don't slap him later..."

Ping'er quickly advised: "Don't, be patient and coax a few words. After all, you are only seven years old and still a child..."

Zhou Sheng nodded, sighed, got out of bed, strode over and opened the door.

As soon as the door of the house was opened, Bingbing was seen standing at the door with bare feet, wearing a small short-sleeved pullover on the upper body and a small pair of trousers underneath.

He was rubbing his eyes with his hands, crying and shrugging his shoulders. He looked pitiful, like a homeless puppy.

The anger that filled Zhou Sheng's stomach was suppressed back into his stomach the moment he opened the door, and he was filled with heartache instead.

Zhou Sheng knelt down, held Bingbing in his arms, and gently patted the child's bony back.

"Don't be afraid, son, dad is here." He coaxed in a low voice.

"Dad, I want to sleep with you..." Bingbing lay on Zhou Sheng's shoulder, choking.

Zhou Sheng smiled helplessly and said, "You are a man now. A man has to sleep alone. Look how well-behaved Sister Huahua is."
Chapter completed!