Zhao Jin'er was carried home by Qin Muxiu.

I didn't take off my clothes and slept until dawn.

When I woke up, my mouth was dry and bitter, and I didn’t know where I was.

"Beautiful sister...husband...so thirsty..."

When Qin Muxiu came in, she saw her wearing a wide and big green robe, with a loose collar showing a large white and greasy skin, and her head covered in black hair was scattered on the head of the bed, as if a galaxy was scattered.

I was a little confused for a moment.

Zhao Jiner looked closely and sat up in shock, "Where is this!"

Qin Muxiu scraped the tip of her nose and said funny, "Where did you say?"

Zhao Jiner took a look and realized that it was her own home, "Aren't we in Chunfeng Tower? And that beautiful sister..."

"You've been back and sleeping all night."

Zhao Jiner scratched her head, "Ah, why don't I know at all?"

"You will be drunk as soon as you drink it, and you won't be allowed to drink it next time."

"I'm drunk again?" Zhao Jin'er felt very embarrassed, "Then why did I come back?"

Qin Muxiu rubbed his shoulders, "What do you think?"

Zhao Jin'er covered Ying and Tao's mouth with fair little hands, "Oh my God, did you carry me on my back?"

Qin Muxiu nodded seriously, "I've been sank a lot recently."

Zhao Jiner lowered her head shyly, "I don't know recently that it's because of the beginning of autumn, and her appetite is very good." As she said that, she pinched her waist, "Oh, her waist is a circle thicker."

Qin Muxiu was so flirted that he walked to the bed and held her waist seriously, "Is it thick? I'll measure it."

Zhao Jiner was itchy and giggled with her neck.

The white neck is like a piece of white marble.

Qin Muxiu couldn't help but sniff it up and kissed it uncontrollably.

Zhao Jin'er was itchy at first and smiled so hard that her branches trembled. Later, she felt that her husband seemed to be a ball of fire, which lit her, and she couldn't help but make a whimpering sound.

In my mind, the spring poem that Tong Xiaolian kept passing by.

Although he was so shy, he still hooked Qin Muxiu's neck with his sticky backhand.

Who can stand this?

......

"Jin'er, are you a little life..." Qin Muxiu stopped abruptly at the red stains on his blue shirt.

Zhao Jiner was stunned and looked down. Her cheeks, which were originally drunk, became redder and redder.

"It seems, it seems, it seems..."

I was so embarrassed that I stuttered.

Qin Muxiu calculated by counting his fingers, and it was more than two months since his first menstruation.

Qin Muxiu, who was originally flirted with, was immediately torn like a basin of ice water.

Why is the young wife so inaccurate in her menstruation? Could it be that something is wrong?

"Isn't this day a little inaccurate?"

Zhao Jiner swallowed her saliva, "It seems that it is not very accurate."

"Then you get up."

"What's the matter?"

"I'll take you to the town to find a doctor."
Chapter completed!