cabinet first lady

Chapter 20 Warm feet
As soon as the old lady finished speaking, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Especially Wang's complexion is even more ugly.

"Mother, Mu Yang is still young, I'm afraid he won't be able to do these things." Ji urged.

The old lady glanced at her, but said nothing.Apparently a decision has been made.

Despite the reluctance in her heart, Wang still smiled: "Thank you grandma for your understanding, grandson-in-law is very happy to have second siblings to help."

"Yes, grandma." After talking to the old lady, Ruan Muyang looked at Wang again, "Muyang doesn't know much, so I will trouble my sister-in-law in the future." The old lady asked herself to help Wang's housekeeper, which meant that she was a kind I agree, but she will definitely offend my sister-in-law Wang in this way.

Wang said with a smile, "Second brother and sister, you are welcome."

That night, Ruan Muyang told Zhang Anyi that the old lady wanted to help Wang's housekeeper.

After hearing this, Zhang Anyi didn't make any further comments on the matter, but just smiled and said: "I'm afraid it will not be easy to separate the power from my sister-in-law."

Ruan Muyang nodded.Not wanting him to worry about the back house, she didn't say any more.It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and there was no charcoal in the house. Even with the doors and windows closed, it was still a bit cold.Ruan Muyang wore less clothes before going to bed, and Ruan Muyang's hands were a little cold, so he couldn't help rubbing them.

Zhang Anyi, who was reading a book, seemed to have eyes beside him, and reminded: "Madam, go to bed quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Ruan Muyang nodded, lifted the quilt and got in.

But it was also chilly under the quilt, which made her shiver.

"It's better to ask someone to bring more quilts and make some charcoal." Zhang Anyi put down his book and walked to the bed.

"No need." Ruan Muyang refused.

Because Zhang Anyi doesn't generate charcoal in winter, and doesn't sleep on a soft bed, she wants to be like him, and she also has a bit of a sense of competing with herself, not letting Diancui and Fafang generate charcoal in the house.At first she felt that she would get used to it after a while, but when it came to the twelfth lunar month, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Anyi sighed, sat down by the bed, and said with a bit of helplessness and coddling in his tone, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Just when Ruan Muyang was about to speak, his hand was suddenly held by him.

He wrapped her hands in his palms.

Even though he was wearing very thin clothes, Zhang Anyi's palms were warm.Ruan Muyang's well-maintained white and delicate hands were wrapped in calloused hands, the toughness of the man rubbed against the softness of the woman, and the slightest indescribable itchiness spread from the sensitive hands to the bottom of his heart, which could not be scratched. Ruan Muyang's heart beat faster because he couldn't catch it.

Looking at her hand wrapped by him, she had a feeling that she was being held on top of her heart by him.

The room gradually became quiet, only the slight sound of the skin on the hands rubbing against each other.Ruan Muyang fixed his eyes on the quilt, as if he wanted to see a flower.

Slowly, this kind of rubbing gave birth to a sense of entanglement, and blood rushed to his face. Ruan Muyang only felt that his face was a little hot, but the bed was still cold.This feeling of being cold and hot at the same time is very wonderful.

Realizing that such an action was too intimate, Ruan Muyang said softly: "Okay, my hands are hot." She withdrew her hand after speaking.

Zhang Anyi didn't stop him either, but just asked, "Are your feet cold?"

Perhaps it was because his deeper voice than usual was so pleasant, or because he was actually looking forward to something in his heart, Ruan Muyang nodded in a strange way.

The next moment, the quilt on Ruan Muyang's lap was lifted, and Zhang Anyi took off his shoes and sat down.

The touch on the leg made Ruan Muyang's body stiff, and he dared not move.

Then, she felt her feet being grabbed by warm hands.

The delicate and soft touch reminded Zhang Anyi of the scene when Ruan Muyang spread the quilt for him that night, a pair of small feet dangling outside the couch.

His feet were lifted by him, and the nervous Ruan Muyang couldn't control his exclamation.Losing her balance, she grabbed his arm subconsciously.

Zhang Anyi put her feet on his lap, rubbed her tender feet with one hand under the quilt, stretched out the quilt with the other hand, and picked up the book next to him, as if he wanted to continue reading. "Are you sleepy? If you're sleepy, just lie down and sleep." His tone carried the gentleness of the past, but he could hear a little fluctuation when he listened carefully.

With his feet in his palms, he could feel the strength of his legs against the heels of his thighs. How could she fall asleep?

Ruan Muyang shook his head and said, "I'm not sleepy, I'll read for a while." Although she tried her best to control her, her voice was still trembling.Her voice was so soft that she was embarrassed to hear it. .

Zhang Anyi's eyes fell on her flushed face, his lips curled up and said, "Okay."

They each read their books and did not speak.

It just so happened that Zhang Anyi's callused hand gently stroked her sensitive instep, and an unspeakable itchiness made her feel tight, her body softened, and she almost let out a sound, but luckily she bit her lip in time.

And Zhang Anyi didn't raise his head, as if he didn't realize it at all.

Just like that, but Ruan Muyang couldn't read a word, bit his lip all the time, and trembled slightly from time to time.She couldn't read the book anymore, so she shifted her eyes to the quilt, and when she saw the scene where Zhang Anyi's hands moved up and down, as if she was doing something under the quilt, she blushed even more. Subconsciously shrank his feet.

"Don't move." Zhang Anyi held onto her feet tightly, his voice low and hoarse.

Hearing the change in his voice, Ruan Muyang didn't dare to move.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." Zhang Anyi finally let go of her feet and put down the book.

If Ruan Muyang was more careful, he would find that he had read the book for so long but hadn't turned a single page.

Getting off the bed and straightening the hem of his clothes, Zhang Anyi seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and said to Ruan Muyang, whose face was still flushed: "Tomorrow, let someone make carbon in the house."

Seeing that she was going to refuse, he added another sentence: "If this happens every night, I'm afraid it will kill me." There was no deep meaning in his words, and there was a hint of ridicule and obvious forbearance in his tone.

With Yi Ren in her arms, she couldn't be touched or eaten, it was really terrible.

All of Ruan Muyang's words were choked back because of his words.Feeling his scorching eyes lingering on her body, her heart was beating so hard that she didn't dare to look up at him, and only dared to respond in a low voice: "Okay."

In front of him, she seemed to have nothing but compromise.

(End of this chapter)