Xibao was so quick to crawl. Before Lu Jiang could lift his hand, the cookie in his hand was already snatched away.
Looking again, Xibao had already made it to Lu Jiang’s side. He rested his belly against the bed as he powered his lower body forward, posturing his upper body with the strength of one hand while grabbing a biscuit with the other. He quickly turned his head and crawled back the way he’d come, to the foot of the bed, to sit and lick his cookie.
His belly fat squeezed together so cutely, like a little meat bun.
Feng Qingxue could not help but laugh, and seeing this, baby Xibao’s eyes lit up. He flung the sticky cookie towards Lu Jiang and began to crawl towards his mother. He nearly fell off the bed but Lu Jiang quickly grabbed him back.
"Be careful, little fatty!"
"Aw aw aw!" Naughty boy!
Xibao kicked his legs back, trying unsuccessfully to shake him off. Instantly upset, he reached out towards Feng Qingxue, babbling in frustration.
"Alright, you two stop messing around. It’s late, we should be going to sleep!" Feng Qingxue checked the window cracks for ventilation, added a few more pieces of coal to the stove, and then shook out the quilts on the bed.
The same two narrow quilts that came as part of her dowry when marrying.
The fabric sold on the market is usually narrow, generally about 1.2 meters wide at the most, with 1.5 meters material being rarely seen.
Due to the hesitation of disturbing others, the big quilt in the room was not used.
The look on Lu Jiang’s face was extremely pitiful, "Honey."
What kind of couple can’t sleep under the same quilt?
Feng Qingxue coughed and glared at him, her big round eyes similar to Xibao’s, carrying a warning, "I’m having my period, no funny business!"
Lu Jiang’s ears sagged, looking as disappointed as a dog unable to reach a bone just in front of him.
"Good boy!" Feng Qingxue patted the ’dog’s’ head and climbed into the far side of the bed.
Without any hesitation, Xibao crawled next to his mother, wriggling and rubbing, dominating her chest area.
Lu Jiang gave Xibao’s chubby booty a sneaky pinch before heading off to turn off the lights, content.
"Honey," Lu Jiang, sleeping under a separate quilt, could not fall asleep and turned restlessly. He began speaking in the darkness.
"What do you want to say?" Feng Qingxue asked.
"Look, I’m already thirty years old, yet Dad still teaches me like I’m Tianjun. Do you find it disappointing?" In a few days, he had learned too much that he had not known before, and it was shocking.
"Not at all, you’re great, you’re genuine, and I love this authenticity." Feng Qingxue said softly, even with a warm smile. "No one is a perfect Saint, never negligent in all matters big or small. You used to be handsome, generous, considerate, loyal to the country, loyal to your comrades, wealthy, and with your secret treasures. I always felt I didn’t deserve you. Now I know that you’re actually just a normal person, you can act impulsively, you can make assumptions."
She married a human, not a Saint, so there was no disappointment, nor discontent.
He joined the army when he was sixteen and has spent fourteen years there, nearly half his lifetime. Most of his ideological shaping happened during his time in the army. While fighting the war, it was impossible to read many books to increase his knowledge. Being impulsive, having assumptions are just normal tendencies.
Under his father’s teachings, hasn’t he realized his mistakes already? In just a few short days, he’s already changed significantly, he’s become more cautious, more stable, and more considerate of his family. He even felt some regret about his previous behavior.