Married to a Disabled Man in the 70’s

Song Qinghan picked up the thing and looked at it dumbly. After looking at what it was made of, he then looked at its shape…

Su Jiaojiao watched him numbly. When she saw his eyes meet hers, she came back to her senses, then scolded him, “Why didn’t you make any noise when you were walking!”

“…It’s my fault,” Song Qinghan hadn’t gotten the chance to tease her before he admitted he was wrong.

It was pretty easy for him to be silent; after all, the difference of a bit of noise might have cost him his life when he was in the army. Since it seemed like Su Jiaojiao was playing a trick on him, he couldn’t help but prank her first. Song Qinghan never thought it would go wrong, so all he could do was apologise.

Su Jiaojiao snatched the undergarments from his hand as well as the two that were on the floor. She snapped at him, “Close your eyes! Don’t open them until I tell you to.”

“Ok,” Song Qinghan went back two steps and closed her eyes.

Su Jiaojiao silently let out a breath she didn’t she had been holding and patted her chest. Then, she immediately shoved the clothing into the cupboard without looking and slammed the door shut.

Or that was what she would’ve done if she hadn’t been stopped by the person behind her.

She saw that Song Qinghan has already opened his eyes filled with laughter. When Su Jiaojiao turned around, he embraced her with one hand and took the underwear she held in another. He raised his brows slightly and said casually, “What is this? Is it…a present for me?”

Su Jiaojiao’s face burned crimson once again. Her waist, where Song Qinghan held her, was also red-hot, even through the thin clothing she had on. She was angered and said, “So what if it is?!”

“Thank you, I like it a lot.” Song Qinghan couldn’t stop himself from laughing when he saw her cross face and held her even tighter.

Song Qinghan was so tall that Su Jiaojiao only reached his chest, so she couldn’t see his expression at all. She pouted and wanted to continue putting on an angry face. She was twisting his flesh, but couldn’t bear to keep on doing that after she felt the vibrations that came along his laughing. She hugged him and buried her head into his chest, pouting, “You can’t dislike it. It’s my first time making clothes.”

Although the clothes weren’t made with much technique, it was the thought that mattered.

Song Qinghan looked at the underwear in his hand. He hadn’t looked at it closely before and could only distinguish that it was a pair of boxers. His face had reddened by a few degrees a long time ago, and he would definitely be found out very quickly if the place wasn’t a bit dark. But now that he looked at it more carefully, he chuckled. Lowering his head to see the small black one in his embrace, he petted her soft hair and said softly, “This…seems a bit too small…”

Su Jiaojiao had been grinning as she was held in his embrace. However, her face froze after hearing those words.

She raised her head to look at Song Qinghan, coincidentally meeting his laughing eyes. Then she looked at the underwear in his hand and complained in a voice with equal parts shame and anger, “Then you’ll have to make do!”

How is she so fierce?

And also so adorable~

Song Qinghan had rarely been this lighthearted before. Something blossomed in his chest, something that was about to burst forth as he looked at the person in his arms.

She was angry and embarrassed, her eyes filled with tears…wait, tears?

He was jolted by her tears. Seeing that Su Jiaojiao was about to push away his arms, he understood that he had gone a bit too far. He hugged her even tighter and comforted her flusteredly, “I’m just joking; it’s not too small. I like this a -a lot, really!”

His flustered explanations made her feel better. She stopped trying to push his arms away and only pouted her lips. It was evident that she felt unhappy.

Song Qinghan had turned into putty under the force of Su Jiaojiao’s appearance. Eyes serious, his voice had become slightly hoarser, “Jiaojiao, thank you.”

His deep, low voice and gently vibrating chest were pressed against her ear. Su Jiaojiao naturally understood the hidden meaning behind his words. She felt much more satisfied after hearing what he said. Her pouting lips curled upwards into an enchanting smile.

Song Qinghan’s eyes dimmed, head lowering slowly.

Su Jiaojiao’s heart quivered. She nudged away his hands, hesitantly, to wrap hers around his waist. She was unwilling to move away from him.

They were closer and closer…

“Jiaojiao! Your father caught three fish. I’m placing them here. Give one to your brother,” Sun Fang’s voice could be heard suddenly, stiffening the two of them. The two of them loosened their hold on each other like they were doing something inappropriate, then they looked at each other. Both of their faces blushed red-hot.

Armos D. Platypus: Finally, you get…a chappie! They were so close to the first kiss.

Also: le blush

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