Bei Qingqing's eyes were shocked. Before she could react, her lips were covered by a layer of softness. She was so panicked that she wanted to retreat. However, her waist was wrapped by the man's thick and strong hands. She could only close her eyes shyly.
Chen Jiazhi moved between her lips. However, he found that her red lips were tightly shut. Her stiffness almost made him roll his eyes. After a moment, Chen Jiazhi finally let go. Looking at the messy lipstick and slightly swollen lips, Chen Jiazhi felt a trace of heartache.
"Why can't you even kiss? What an idiot," said Chen Jiazhi.
Bei Qingqing lowered her head shyly. She had heard about kissing, but hearing about it was different from doing it herself after all. Seeing her shy look, Chen Jiazhi became interested. He leaned close to her ear and asked gently, "It seems that I have to teach you well."
Bei Qingqing shook her head in a panic. She looked around and said softly, "It's not appropriate to do it in public, is it..."
The moment when the man's mature woody fragrance invaded her, she had to admit that she became light-headed. However, they were in the garden after all. If someone were to bump into them, it would be as bad as death.
However, these words meant something different to Chen Jiazhi. He raised his eyebrows and lifted her chin. "Oh? So you mean that we can just change places, right? Then where do you want me to teach you?"
Bei Qingqing's face turned red. Was this not the kind of thing that would happen naturally when the atmosphere was right? Why was this man so straightforward? It made her feel embarrassed. Moreover, that seductive gaze and voice... It was simply too much for her to handle.
"Stop thinking about this, okay... Your kissing quota today has already been exhausted... you can't kiss anymore." Bei Qingqing's face turned red as if she was acting coquettishly and set a rule for him.
In the past, she had always heard from others that if a man was fed too much, he would get tired.
Chen Jiazhi almost laughed out loud when he heard this. Who actually had a quota for kissing? Looking at her red little face, Chen Jiazhi held his forehead helplessly. "Then what is my quota of kissing you every day?"
Chen Jiazhi held her chin, tilted his head, and looked at Bei Qingqing with his big eyes.
Bei Qingqing was embarrassed by Chen Jiazhi acting cute. The usually fierce wolf was now asking for a kiss from her like a cute little puppy. Her heart was beating fast, and she could only turn her head away.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore... Let's go back first..." Bei Qingqing muttered softly, and then pushed the wheelchair toward the room.
Chen Jiazhi stopped teasing her and obediently let her push him.
Back in the villa, Grandma sat in the living room with a big smile on her face, as if she had been waiting for them all along. "Aiya, my precious granddaughter-in-law is back! Are you hungry? I asked the servants to prepare a stew for you to nourish your body."
Seeing the smile on Grandma's face, Bei Qingqing blushed and lowered her head. She wondered if Grandma had seen them kissing in the small garden just now. The more she thought about it, the shyer she became, and her face became hotter.
After helping Chen Jiazhi sit down, Grandma happily held Bei Qingqing's hand and called for the servants to bring the boiled glutinous rice ball soup to her. She also tested the temperature of the soup before gently serving it to her.
Bei Qingqing felt warm in her heart. Even her biological mother had never treated her like this. She took the soup and slowly drank it.
Mother Chen watched her obediently drink the soup and nodded her head in satisfaction. The more she looked at her daughter-in-law, the more she liked her. She turned around and looked at her son. The two of them were really a match made in heaven.
After Bei Qingqing drank the soup, Mother Chen said slowly, "The two of you are already married. Shouldn't the task of giving birth to my grandchildren be put on the agenda?"
Bei Qingqing almost choked and looked shyly at Chen Jiazhi.