Along the winding country path, Luo Song carried Qin Huairu slowly, his large hand caressing her buttocks.
Feeling their softness, he increased the pressure.
Qin Huairu blushed, but said nothing, afraid that if she did, Luo Song would abandon her.
The snow crunched under their feet, leaving a long trail of footprints.
“Sister, what do you smell like?
So milky, so lovely,” Luo Song said with a smile.
Qin Huairu blushed, pursing her lips and smiling, “You little Song, you seem honest and kind, but I didn’t expect you to be so glib and naughty.
Where are your hands touching?” “How am I naughty?
Sister, you really do smell like milk!” Luo Song protested, his hands continuing to knead Qin Huairu’s plump buttocks.
Qin Huairu, perched on his back, felt Luo Song’s large hands kneading her buttocks.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly spitting out a scolding, “I don’t believe you don’t know Huaihua hasn’t been weaned yet.
You’re just asking knowingly, and you still say you’re not a bad person?” Luo Song chuckled lewdly, then said, “Besides the milky scent, did you also put on some snowflake powder?
It’s a faint fragrance, so pleasant.” “Your nose is really sharp!
You smelled it right away?” Qin Huairu asked with a smile.
Luo Song laughed, “Look at what you’re saying, sister.
We’re so close, if you still can’t smell it, then there’s something wrong with my nose.” Qin Huairu smiled and said, “The snowflake powder your brother Dongxu bought me this time has a very faint scent; you really can’t smell it unless you sniff carefully.
I can’t smell it right now, is there something wrong with my nose?” “That’s because you’re used to it, that’s why you can’t smell it,” Luo Song said with a chuckle.
He paused, then sighed, “This fragrance is intoxicating; I wish I could smell it more often.” “I really envy Brother Dongxu.
He’s so lucky to have such a beautiful wife like you.” Qin Huairu covered her mouth and laughed.
Luo Song’s words were blunt, and although she felt a little embarrassed, she was extremely pleased.
“Xiao Song, you’re almost twenty this year, right?
Are you thinking about women?” Qin Huairu asked with a smile.
Luo Song nodded repeatedly, saying, “Yes, I’m a young man of my age, full of energy, how could I not think about women?” Qin Huairu said, “Do you want me to introduce you to a girl?” “Come on, sister!
I’m not trying to be mean, but you rarely go out in our compound.
Even in the Red Star Commune, you don’t know as many people as I do.
Which girl can you introduce me to?” Luo Song shook his head and replied.
Qin Huairu thought for a moment and nodded, “That’s true.
I’ve lived in vain, I really don’t know many people!” The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at Luo Song’s house.
Luo Song went to the eaves, put Qin Huairu down from his back, let her hold onto the wall, and then took the basket off her back and put the goods he had received into the inner room.
“Let’s go to the kitchen.
I left a fire when I went up the mountain earlier, it shouldn’t be out yet.
A few pieces of dry firewood will keep us warm,” Luo Song said, taking out the key.
Qin Huairu quickly said, “Not in the kitchen.
Although your house is detached, it’s close to Qin Family Village.
If people passing by see me here, it might cause misunderstandings.” “Then where to?
My main room or my bedroom?” Luo Song asked, puzzled.
Qin Huairu thought for a moment and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.
Even if someone comes, they won’t rush in.
Don’t light a fire; I’ll just rest for a while.” “Let’s keep our voices down.
Could you fetch me a basin of water and a towel?
I’ll wipe the mud off myself, and once I’m dry, I’ll go back to my parents’ house.” Luo Song nodded, “Okay, whatever you say.” As he spoke, he opened the door to the main room, turned back, and picked Qin Huairu up in his arms, smiling as he said, “I’ll carry you to the bedroom to sit down.
You probably can’t walk like this.
I’ll bring in some snow to soothe you.” Qin Huairu blushed, gave a soft “Mmm,” and nestled in Luo Song’s arms without saying a word.
Luo Song smelled wonderful, very clean, with a masculine fragrance that made Qin Huairu unconsciously take a few deep breaths.
Upon entering the bedroom, Luo Song helped Qin Huairu sit down on a chair, then went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of hot water.
He took a high stool, placed the basin in front of Qin Huairu, and smiled, “Sister Qin, wash your face first, then wipe the mud off your clothes.
I’ll go out and get some snow to soothe your feet.” Qin Huairu hummed in agreement and nodded, “Thank you, Xiao Song.” “Hehe, it was nothing, no need to thank me!” Luo Song smiled and went out to fetch the snow.
Inside the room.
Qin Huairu washed her face while looking around the bedroom, secretly surprised.
The last time she visited her parents, Luo Song’s parents were still alive, and their house consisted of only three dilapidated tile-roofed rooms.
This time, Luo Song’s house had five main rooms and two side rooms.
Judging from the condition of the house, it was only built a year or two ago, probably by Luo Song gradually building it up with his own money after he started working.
Besides the house itself, there was a considerable amount of furniture inside.
A large bed, wardrobe, desk, table, grain cabinet, wooden chests, etc.—everything was there, and every room had furniture.
Even if he bought the wood and hired a carpenter to make all this furniture, it would have cost a lot of money.
“What a clever little devil!” Qin Huairu thought to herself, criticizing Luo Song.
In the courtyard, Luo Song was a completely different person; he pretended to be poor at every turn.
Just a few days ago, he had tricked her mother-in-law, Jia Changshi, into giving him a pair of cloth shoes with many layers of soles, which had kept Jia Changshi up at night for several nights.
What made Qin Huairu speechless was that Luo Song seemed to have no idea how to cherish them.
Just now on the mountain, she had spotted the shoes Luo Song was wearing immediately—the very pair he had gotten from her mother-in-law.
Despite the heavy snow, Luo Song seemed unfazed, running all over the mountain in his new shoes, a sight that even Qin Huairu found distressing.
But Qin Huairu couldn’t say anything.
Not only her, but even her husband, Jia Dongxu, when he tried to get the new shoes Jia Zhangshi had just made back after Luo Song took them, was scolded by Jia Zhangshi.
“How did he get the shoes from my stingy mother-in-law?” Qin Huairu wondered.
Thinking to herself, she heard footsteps approaching, and soon Luo Song returned, carrying several snowballs.
Qin Huairu quickly wrung out a towel, trying to wipe the mud off her cotton-padded coat, but couldn’t reach them.
“Do you need my help?” Luo Song asked, amused by her clumsy attempts.
Qin Huairu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Luo Song said, “Let me apply a compress to your foot first.
After that, I’ll help you dry your clothes.” Qin Huairu’s injured foot was her left foot.
After helping her take off her shoes, Luo Song exclaimed in surprise, “Sister Qin, it’s so cold, aren’t you wearing socks?” Qin Huairu gave a dry laugh, looking embarrassed, and said, “Going back to Qin Family Village today was a last-minute decision.
I washed my socks yesterday, but they’re still wet.” “Come on, I know how shrewish your mother-in-law is.
She probably doesn’t want to spend money on socks for you, right?” Luo Song rolled his eyes, speaking bluntly.
Qin Huairu stopped arguing.
Her nose stung, and she hummed in agreement, feeling wronged.
Luo Song glanced at her but said nothing more.
Seeing that Qin Huairu’s ankle was red and swollen from the sprain, indicating it was quite serious, he quickly applied a compress.
Actually, rubbing it with medicinal wine would have been better at this point, but there wasn’t any.
Therefore, even if Luo Song knew a little about traditional Chinese massage, it was like a skilled cook trying to cook without rice.