"Qiu Niang~"
"Lady~"
she called in a drawl.
Qiuniang raised her head and glared at her: "If you don't help me in broad daylight, what are you doing there?"
Yu Qing ran downstairs with a smile on her face, hugged Qiuniang's waist from behind, and rested her chin on her shoulder: "I'm not just looking at how pretty my wife is."
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Yu Qinghuan: I know that I am too clingy sometimes, and I can't help but want to kiss her and hug her. But I just can't control it... Every time I see Qiuniang's busy figure, I want to hold her in my arms; every time I hear her angry voice, I want to kiss her to calm her down.
Qiu Widow: Sometimes she is afraid, afraid that one day she will be tired of this kind of life, afraid that she will find out that she is not that good... But every time she thinks like this, she will hug her waist tightly and murmur "Mother" in her sleep like she does now.
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