Chapter 25: So Good, Baby! Song Qingshu

opened his eyes because he couldn't breathe... Song Qingshu opened his eyes because he couldn't breathe. The sudden enlargement of the figure before him startled him for a moment, but he calmed down again under the familiar presence.

He Feng, like a wild animal, sensing its prey's awakening and wanting to play a trick on it, suddenly retreated when Song Qingshu responded.

Unprepared, Song Qingshu fell into an enemy trap, entering unfamiliar territory. Tongues mingled in a warm mouth, and the sticky smacking sound amplified in the dim room.

It was like a drop of raindrops hitting the eardrum, creating ripples.

Song Qingshu's vision was still hazy when he was embraced by a pair of hands, sitting upright.

He had been in the lower position, drool pooling in his mouth, unable to swallow. As he sat up, the saliva slid down the corners of his mouth, swept away by He Feng.

He was so soft from the kisses that he nestled in He Feng's arms, his lips numb from the bites. He mumbled two words, "Um, brother."

He Feng paused briefly, giving him time to breathe, his low, husky voice charming. "Brother is here."

Song Qingshu's head was a mess from the kisses, and he could only mumble subconsciously. If he really wanted to say anything, he would only feel shy.

"Why did you come to sleep in my bed, little one?"

"Is it your first time, or many times?"

His dazed and shy look was so adorable. His face, usually the color of white paper, was now flushed with pink, making him look healthier and more lively.

"First time," Song Qingshu answered obediently.

His calloused hand rested on Song Qingshu's lower back, the rough touch muffled by the clothes, leaving only the intense heat.

He Feng was not satisfied with this answer. He nuzzled his tall nose against Song Qingshu's ear and licked the fleshy earlobe.

Mingming is so thin, and all the flesh is on the buttocks and legs. Only the earlobes have some flesh on the upper body, and the rest of the body is very slender.

This place is not only soft, but also very sensitive. Just as He Feng's teeth dropped, before he bit down, he heard a gentle moan.

The person in his arms trembled, and the flexible waist was pinched for two minutes.

The clock hanging in the main room rang and struck once.

This clock will beep once every half an hour, and it will chime on the hour. It's half past one, and it's time to go to work at two o'clock.

Song Qingshu hugged He Feng's shoulders and licked his lips, "Brother, aren't you going to work today?"

"Go, baby, are you still sleeping?" He Feng hugged him tighter in his arms, revealing his emotions that he couldn't hide.

Being pressed against him like this, Song Qingshu was stunned and shook his head lightly, "I'm not sleepy anymore."

He Feng pressed his head against his, kissed his soft lips, and held Song Qingshu's hand with one hand, "Then help me, or I won't be able to leave soon."

"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had never experienced any emotional experience, was a little dazed.

He Feng's dark eyes reflected his image, his rugged appearance and temperament, mixed with surging desire, making him look like a beast.

Song Qingshu got what he wanted and felt the well-defined abdominal muscles, hard and brick-like, piled on his waist and abdomen. He

even touched the bulging pectoral muscles, without He Feng's guidance, and he subconsciously pinched them twice.

He Feng subconsciously tensed his muscles at the first touch, but when Song Qingshu pinched them, he relaxed a lot.

The muscles honed from farm work and military experience felt different from pinching one's own skin, soft but tough.

Song Qingshu's skin showed no signs of exercise. It was delicate and soft, as soft as dough when pinched, white and tender.

His slightly cool hands were warmed on He Feng's body before being used to poke the muscles on He Feng's body, and then all the way down.

The two sat face to face, their hot breaths entangled together, the air was stringy, Song Qingshu buried his face in his chest with a blushing face, and was encouraged by He Feng to look up and kiss the corners of his eyes and lips.

He Feng's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of water. He gently bit the dimple on Song Qingshu's face and praised: "Baby, you are so good and awesome."

"Baby, call me brother."

The kiss had already landed on the jaw. The faint medicinal fragrance on Song Qingshu's body seemed to come from his skin and flesh. When He Feng smelled it, he wanted to stick out his tongue to lick it and gently bite off that piece of white skin.

"Brother, brother."

He Feng held his chin and licked his pointed chin, "Call me brother."

Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with water, and his eyes were full of begging. He called out in a soft voice: "Brother."

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After a while, He Feng, who had changed his pants, came out to get a basin of water, placed it beside the bed, and wiped Song Qingshu's hand with a wet towel.

The old alarm clock was urging again, and two dongs fell. Song Qingshu subconsciously pushed He Feng, "It's time to go to work, brother."

"It's okay." He Feng didn't care. He wiped the white and slender hand clean, and kissed his fingertips, "It's time to cut the baby's nails."

Song Qingshu was annoyed. He took the quilt to cover himself. His palms and fingers were red and sore. Fortunately, it was his left hand, otherwise how could he write in the afternoon.

Seeing him retreat into his nest like a quail, completely oblivious to the fact that it was his, He Feng said with a smile, "Baby, is brother leaving?"

"Really?"

The sound of footsteps penetrated his ears through the thin blanket, and Song Qingshu pulled the covers down slightly, revealing his disheveled furry head and already rosy cheeks.

"Talk to me, baby." He Feng stood by the curtain, just one step away from walking out.

Song Qingshu, his mind empty, looked at his smiling face and said, "Brother, come back soon."

"Okay, baby, wait for me at home. Don't run around, and don't do any work, okay?"

"Yeah."

The light from the doorway fell inside. The sound of He Feng's bike leaving was quiet, but Song Qingshu could still detect it. His body was a little warm under the blanket.

But the familiar scent made him stretch his legs, but he didn't let go of the blanket.

His left hand rested on his leg, motionless, his palm limp, still tinged with He Feng's scent.

But He Feng had already fixed it for him and kissed his fingertips.

Song Qingshu sat on the bed for a long time before getting up.

When He Feng arrived at the Nandi Bridge, everyone had already started working. Seeing him coming, He Lishu shouted: "Uncle, why are you late?" "

Well, I just saw that my pants were torn when I was leaving, so I went back to change." He Feng rolled up his trouser legs and put on rubber shoes.

"Hey, I heard that matchmaker Wang came to our house to propose marriage to Song Zhiqing?"

Although the educated youths had all left, Song Qingshu and his stepmother had made such a big noise at the village entrance that everyone knew that this educated youth stayed and was still with He Feng.

He Lishu was also loud and had many people working with him. Li Shen had seen him before. He also went to school here before, and he knew almost everyone of the same age, so he could interrupt at will.

"Don't say it, Song Zhiqing is very handsome, and he looks as fair as a little girl."

"That's right, our Song Zhiqing is from the city."

"Old Zhu likes him very much and said he wants to teach in our middle school!"

"Well, he is still too young. Refuse it. Don't mention it when you see him. The child is shy. Don't let him embarrass you." He Feng dressed up and walked down the river with a wooden hoe.

It was like telling others not to tease his own child. Everyone knew that He Feng accepted this younger brother.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. In the future, let Song Zhiqing teach the children at home well. If they don't go to school well, he will be beaten." A man in his forties straightened up and said something.

The person next to him retorted, "Come on, that kid from the Nen family, if you spoil him, he will not be able to study."

The others laughed and stopped talking about Song Qingshu's marriage.

He Feng listened and said a few words when he mentioned himself and Song Qingshu occasionally.

Unexpectedly, Li Shen started a new topic, "Free love is popular in the city. We educated youth should not have anyone we like, otherwise we would have taken the initiative to go."

"What do they call this in the city? Dating."

He had stayed in the city with his relatives for a while before, working as a helper in a restaurant, but was fired and came back because of his eyesight.

Li Shen didn't care about these things. If he really cared, he would have no need to live.

The village chief happened to come over and said, "Yes, this is great. Respect personal wishes."

He Feng, who was working hard, also listened to it.

Free love.

So what happened between him and Song Qingshu was also free love.

There was no parental order or matchmaker's words. Just because they liked each other, they talked it out and lived together.

"Hey, village chief, school's about to start, and it's Mid-Autumn Festival. You can't come to work every day, right?"

"We talked about it at the meeting. It's not mandatory. If you come, you'll get work points, and you'll be paid based on the points. If you don't come, you won't

get paid that day." "Old Jin's been here these days, keeping track of everyone's accounts.

" Old Jin, wiping his glasses, waved his hand. "I can't do that. I'm retired, and I'm asking you to come here. My eyes are blurry and I can't write well. If you can't, call Song Zhiqing over to take care of it."

"It's just sitting aside and taking care of names, so it won't be a big deal.

" "Give him some work points too, just a few less than the rest of us who work."

Boss Wei agreed. The village chief thought about it and it made sense. Old Jin was old, after all. He had to massage his back every time he sat here, and he had to stand up and walk around every once in a while.

"Okay, He Feng, what do you think?"

He Feng held the wooden hoe in front of him, supporting it with his hand. "He'll only come for a few days, and he'll start teaching right after school starts."

He didn't need these few work points. He had saved up the bonus money from before, enough for him and Song Qingshu to live on.

I was just worried that Song Qingshu would be bored at home alone, so I could carry Xiaohua over for a walk.

"Okay, then I'll sit here in the back and count everyone's points." The village chief said, and was called away.

He Feng continued to work, his mind full of the blushing look on Song Qingshu's face, and the sparkling eyes calling him to come back early when he left.

Thinking of going home, his hands moved faster. He Lishu, who was next to him, came back after drinking water and saw it, and felt that he was worthy of being from the army, with such good physical strength.

After everyone finished working together, He Feng refused two cigarettes and walked over to let Lao Jin record the work points.

Others were carrying things slowly and walking home, but He Feng took the wooden hoe in his hand and rode his bike away.

When He Feng got home, it was not yet dark, and the lights were not on in the yard. Xiaohei was still not there, and Xiaohua was meowing somewhere.

A man suddenly jumped out from the main room, hugged him and called him brother!

Like a koala hugging a tree, his legs were clasped together, and the whole person clung to He Feng.

"There are mice at home. Xiao Hei caught them but didn't eat them. He teased them for fun! Xiao Hua was scared and didn't dare to go over."

He must have been scared. He Feng stroked his back and said, "It's okay. Xiao Hei just likes to tease mice. Tonight, I'll find out where there are mouse holes and block them."

"Go to work with me tomorrow and help record work points. Do you want to go?"

Song Qingshu nodded and nestled in his neck. "Okay."