A Good Country Wife

Lin Yue’s question caught Zhao Erhu off guard. It did make sense, indeed. In his mind, Dalang and Erhu had always been children of the Zhao Family, which was why he had never thought to discuss it with his little wife. In fact, he hadn’t truly regarded her as Dalang and Erhu’s mother because the little wife was only a few years older than Dalang and Erhu. He saw her more as an older sister to the children, and that’s why he hadn’t consulted her on some matters. Yet now, her identity was his wife, and it seemed he would have to take this matter more seriously in the future. Otherwise, if she felt that he didn’t respect or care for her, it would hurt her feelings, and that wouldn’t be good.

Zhao Erhu had pondered for so long and had only now realized that the little wife was angry for this very reason. Indeed, he had even got the direction of her anger wrong and had somewhat blamed her in his heart for lacking a sense of the big picture. No wonder the little wife was angry, he would probably be angry too if he were in her shoes.

"Wife, it’s my fault, I wasn’t considerate enough. I do respect you and care about you; it’s just that the thought didn’t occur to me at that moment. You are the person I, Zhao Erhu, care about the most in this life. From now on, whatever thoughts you have, you should tell me. If I’m wrong, I will definitely change. Can you not jump to conclusions on your own?"

"Hmm, we’ll see how you do. If I get too angry and don’t want to talk, it will still be your fault," Lin Yue said leisurely as she lay on the bed, her head resting on her arms and her legs on Zhao Erhu’s thighs. Her dainty feet swayed back and forth, free from the troubles of her monthly cycle, and she indeed felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Zhao Erhu’s forehead was slightly sweaty; his little wife was testing him, or maybe even tempting him. He caught her wriggling feet against his chest and swallowed hard, "Niuniu, your ’time of the month’ should be over, right?"

Lin Yue felt constrained when Zhao Erhu grabbed her feet and, reluctant to be restrained, she kicked twice to no avail and said irritably, "Yeah, what about it, can’t you stand me being well?" This man really had issues, liking to hold her smelly feet.

"Wife, look, we’ve been married for quite a while now. I took pity on you before because you were young, but now you’ve grown up. When are we going to consummate our marriage? We can’t keep dragging it on like this; I am a normal man, after all," Zhao Erhu said as he hugged his little wife’s feet, unsatisfied with just that. Unable to resist, he placed her entire body in his embrace and, breathing in her sweet scent, became increasingly restless. A certain part of his body had already begun to harden, and his large hand could not help but pinch her soft curves, desiring more.

"I’m still young, what’s the hurry? Let’s talk about it when I’m older," Lin Yue felt uncomfortable at the mention of such matters, and blurted out her response. She knew the old man had no good intentions with this matter on his mind. Ever since her ’time of the month,’ the old man’s eyes had become much more revealing, blatantly showing the unhealthy things on his mind. She hadn’t been touched by a man in her two lifetimes, and although Zhao Erhu had taken many liberties with her, she still couldn’t be at ease about it.