A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

"Oh, hold on..."

Through a window, the moonlight filled the entire yard.

The bees returning home at night were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and almost lost their way. Finally, they found an unopened flower as a temporary habitat on the way. They slowly gathered their wings and crawled into the shelter of the flower house.

The night wind blew, the nectar rustled in the bamboo shadows, and the little flower swayed gently in the moonlight.

……

The bright moon is as gentle as water.

The beautiful whimpering sound is more like melting into water.

Fu Jingyou kissed Lu Miao's sweaty forehead lovingly, and then kissed down to his soft lips.

Fu Jingyou has always been gentle and humble towards Lu Miao.

But he himself is not the type of modest gentleman.

His character is fierce and wild.

Lu Miao asked him not to bully her.

She felt like she was an inconspicuous flower on the grassland hillside.

One day, the dominant lion passed by by chance and discovered this small and tender flower on the hillside.

In the dark, the possessive and wild eyes of the lion are simply terrifying.

The lion seemed to like this small flower bud very much. He lay prone on the ground, licking and ravaging it, trying to urge it to bloom.

……

Just one release is not enough.

Lu Miao struggled to escape.

Fu Jingyou lowered his voice and coaxed her gently.

"Miaomiao is not afraid."

"one more time……"

The autumn wind at night suddenly mixed with the heat of summer.

Sexy lips filled with hot air pressed against the young girl's soft lips.

With entangled breathing, he forced the delicate and shy girl to turn over.

"Hey-"

Her chest, which was completely soaked with sweat, pressed against Lu Miao's white back.

Lu Miao tightly grasped the pillow beside her face with both hands.

Fu Jingyou's big hand attached to the back of her hand and clasped her hand tightly between the fingers.

"Miaomiao, Miaomiao..."

His voice was low and deep, and the breath coming out of his chest was as hot as lava.

Lu Miao answered unconsciously:

"Ok?"

"Who am I? Huh?"

Breath sprayed on Lu Miao's ear.

He placed a lingering and sparse kiss on her ear:
"who am I?"

"You are, you are a pig! You are not a good person!"

Fu Jingyou's Adam's apple slid, his narrow waist tilted, and his chest pressed against her smooth back.

"Huh? Who am I?"

Lu Miao suddenly started crying.

"Fu Jingyou, you are Fu Jingyou!..."

The grinding sound of the bed board lasted until late at night.

Lu Miao fell into a trance and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, when the rooster crowed and the sky was bright, she squinted her eyes and became confused and couldn't get up.

Following Fu Jingyou's high fever before, this time it was Lu Miao's turn.

Fu Jingyou asked Chen Guifen to come over early in the morning to help take care of her. He hurriedly went to the brigade to borrow a bicycle and went to the town to buy antipyretics.

When Fu Jingyou came back at noon, Lu Miao's forehead was still hot.

He gave Lu Miao the medicine, and Chen Guifen stood aside, shaking her hands, hesitating for a long time, and said:

"Are you going to go to the mountains to burn some paper money for your parents?"

"Lu Miao just got married and hasn't visited your parents' graves yet..."

Fu Jingyou knew what Chen Guifen meant.

There are some superstitious beliefs in rural areas, such as children or family members falling ill for no reason, or deceased family members coming back to visit, etc.

Fu Jingyou and Lu Miao fell ill one after another, which made Chen Guifen not think too much.

Fu Jingyou shook his head, not believing that:
"Aunt, it's nothing. Lu Miao has a fever because..." Fu Yunyin hesitated and did not continue.

Chen Guifen stared at him for a long time, and when she was about to urge him, something suddenly occurred to her.

Fu Jingyou was sick before and recovered yesterday. Today Lu Miao is sick.

Looking at Fu Jingyou's face with an unspeakable expression, he then looked at the girl lying on the bed. Her lips were obviously red and bruised, and bruises could still be seen on her slender wrists at the cuffs.

"You are really a neither light nor heavy thing!"

Chen Guifen was so embarrassed that she took off her clothes and whipped Fu Jingyou.

"She is still young, how can she stand up to your torment like that!"

Fu Jingyou was sometimes protecting his shoulders and sometimes his arms, and his face was very hot.

"I know, I know, I'll know next time."

"Next time?"

"There will be no next time..."

Chen Guifen shook her head helplessly, feeling too embarrassed to do anything.

Fu Jingyou was taking care of Lu Miao in the room, while Chen Guifen was outside the door calling the two old hens that had been delivered a few days ago.

After a long chase, Chen Guifen killed the chicken in the backyard of Fu's house and cooked soup in the stove.

Fu Jingyou asked Fu Jingyou to remember to give Lu Miao a drink when she wakes up later, and then Chen Guifen went home.

Lu Miao lay in bed for two days before she gradually recovered.

The soup made by free-range hens is very nourishing.

But Lu Miao's mouth and appetite are also very picky.

She disliked the thick oily chicken soup.

She refused to eat the stewed chicken because of the firewood.

In the end, I only ate two non-greasy chicken feet and chicken wings, and the other parts went into Fu Jingyou's belly. Most of them were carried to He's house by Fu Jingyou.

In the He family, He Hongjin looked at the chicken soup that was delivered and turned his head to look at Chen Guifen.

He Hongjin thought that his mother-in-law's cooking skills over the years had temporarily lost quality because of changing the stove.

But when I took a sip, the aroma of oil and chicken in the chicken soup filled my mouth. It was obviously not a matter of taste.

He Hongjin frowned with a "tsk" sound, holding a large bowl of chicken soup and feeling puzzled and worried:
"Can't you eat this, this, such good food?"

"Then what else do you want to eat? What else do you want to eat?"

"and many more!"

He Hongjin's head was pounding. Thinking of the message from the team some time ago, he suddenly slapped the table and stared at Fu Jingyou.

"You're not pregnant, are you? You brat!"

"No, uncle, what are you thinking about?"

Fu Jingyou was startled.

Chen Guifen also stood up, stopped He Hongjin and cursed:
"You still don't know what his temper is? When would he do something outrageous like that?"

He Hongjin felt relieved and sat down at the table again, feeling inexplicably disappointed again.

There is only one Miao Miao in the Fu family now. It would be a good thing if Lu Miao is really pregnant...

It's just that he only thought about this in his heart and didn't say it out loud.

"Then how do we fix it now?"

He Hongjin scratched his head, picked up the bowl and said:
"I can't even eat such good chicken soup. Is there anything more honest and good than this in a small place in the countryside?"

Fu Jingyou was silent for a while and said truthfully:

"Miaomiao doesn't like heavy oil. She said she doesn't like chicken soup either. She likes to eat fried chicken."

"Fried chicken?"

I don't know if he was helpless or angry, He Hongjin smiled and said:

"There is only one old hen left now. It has been raised for a long time. Who can bite it when it is fried?"

Chen Guifen had an idea and said with a smile:
"The old hen can't bite, but the baby chicken can always bite."

Fu Jingyou also reacted immediately.

The old hen cannot be chewed when fried, and the stew soup is too oily.

But the chicken doesn't.

Baby chickens are generally male and female chickens that are just a hundred days old and have not yet opened their throats and have not yet laid eggs.

The meat is tender and can be chewed when fried.

There is not so much oil when simmering the soup, and the soup is also lightly sweet.

Lu Miao must like it.