Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 1737: My Family Has a Son 2

Lu Jiang’s fingers were very rough, yet wherever they fell, they felt warm. As they pressed against the skin on the shoulder, within moments, the heat at his fingertips turned into a blazing flame. Feng Qingxue heard a rush of breath and turned her head, only to be kissed by him.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," the ancients truly did not deceive me.

As soon as Feng Qingxue thought of these words, she was lost in a state of passion and confusion. freewebnoveℓ.com

From the bathtub to the bed, the tumultuous passion left her too exhausted to even move a finger. She heard Lu Jiang’s low laugh in her ear: "Have you become slack in your training with the South Sea Fleet? Your stamina isn’t as good as before."

"I’ve grown old; I’m a grandmother now."

Lu Jiang kissed her cheek, like touching a peeled egg, then turned her face to meet his gaze. In his eyes, there was only a flower blooming in the night, enchanting and captivating, only he could know her tender fragility, "Is there really such a young and beautiful grandmother in this world? Let me have a look."

Feng Qingxue nestled in his arms, "I haven’t seen you in months, Ajiang, you’ve changed!"

After marriage, it was always busy, repeating many tasks to the point of numbness. Suddenly feeling the passion of youth, it was like magma finding an opportunity to erupt.

Lu Jiang gently stroked her smooth back, "It’s been more than a few months; it’s been over half a year. Work, children, family, and social interactions take up most of our time. I suddenly felt that if we continue like this, what feelings can we have left between us? Starting today, we need to make changes, pay less attention to others, and care more for each other."

The youngest of the triplets were seven years old, and soon they would have their classmates, friends, and studies taking up most of their time. As parents, they no longer needed to care for them in such detail as when they were infants.

Feng Qingxue did not realize how brilliant her smile was at this moment, her eyebrows arched, and her eyes bright.

She had grown accustomed to the trivial nuisances of family life taking up most of her time, accustomed to not displaying intimacy or giving sweet words outside the home. Yet she still had an expectation in her heart to express love freely between a couple, to maintain the romance and passion of marriage forever, not to be erased by time and age.

"Alright, we will change together." Starting now, it was not too late. Feng Qingxue gazed at his face, in the prime of his life, with neither the greenness of youth nor the decay of old age, mature, stable, and very attractive.

Lu Jiang rolled over and pressed down on her, a series of kisses fell on her face and neck, continuing downward, "The night is still long."

Though he was over forty, his training was never slack; his stamina was astonishing, so much so that when Feng Qingxue woke up the next day, it was already noon, and Lu Jiang’s shadow was long gone from the bedside, but a note left by him was pressed on the bedside cabinet.

Feng Qingxue rubbed her waist, a sweet smile unconsciously spreading across her face.

She drank a glass of water, tidied up the house carefully, freshened up, stored the bathtub in the space, and dressed in clean clothes before picking up the note. On it was written in bold cursive: "Food is on the table. Meeting during the day, lunch at the cafeteria, waiting for me to come back at night."

Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, her face seeming to glow with light.

She lifted the gauze on the dining table and indeed saw a thermos container, an egg, a coarsely ground wheat bun, and a plate of pickles.

The thermos was filled with thick rice porridge, about a bowl’s worth. Feng Qingxue poured it into the lunchbox and drank it slowly, then finished the remaining food, leaving only half a plate of pickles.

After washing the dishes and then the clothes she changed out of, Feng Qingxue raised her hand to check the time; it was already eleven thirty.

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