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Never would I have thought that Li Xiuzhen, who seemed so simple and honest, could do something like this.
"Have you taken precautions?"
Yu Songyu's first reaction was to think of this. After all, we are in the Era; if there were an unplanned pregnancy, it would be bad for both of their reputations.
"What precautions?"
Li Xiuzhen looked bewildered; she didn't understand what Yu Songyu meant.
"I mean, precautions—safety measures? What if you end up having a child?"
This question left Li Xiuzhen stunned. She admitted that she had acted impulsively at the time. She really liked Wang Jianjun—she liked him a lot—and all she wanted was to be with him; she hadn't thought it through.
"So what should we do?"
"What can we do? Has your period come this month?"
"Not yet!"
Li Xiuzhen felt a bit anxious. It was just that one time; surely it couldn't have happened, right?
"Well, we can only wait and see if it comes!"
If it doesn't come, Yu Songyu planned to buy a test kit for her to check.
On the day they returned to the city, the young intellectuals were laughing and chatting as they traveled together. The brigade even sent a tractor to see them off.
The young intellectuals sang loudly along the way, their youthful energy spreading throughout every corner of the remote mountains. This was where they had poured their sweat, and it bore witness to their efforts and contributions toward building the distant village.
With time before they had to board the vehicle, some of the young intellectuals wanted to explore the city a bit.
Yu Songyu and Yang Qinghe gave gifts to Wang Jianjun and Li Xiuzhen before heading to the park closest to the station.
As they walked through an area that was almost deserted, Yang Qinghe took Yu Songyu's small hand in his.
Noticing that her hand was as cold as ice, Yang Qinghe immediately stopped and began to rub it warm.
Watching the man in front of her treat her hands like treasures while breathing warm air onto them made Yu Songyu smile.
"I'm not cold!"
It was icy cold, how could it not be cold! Yang Qinghe felt a pang of concern; it was all his fault for being careless and not noticing sooner. He unbuttoned his shirt and placed Yu Songyu's delicate little hand on his chest, quickly pulling his shirt closed again to warm her hand.
Wow, those muscles!
As her small hand moved to the sides, when it reached the highest point, she couldn't help but squeeze. Yang Qinghe instantly felt his blood run cold, his heart skipping a beat. Uh-oh, he couldn't hold back!
Yu Songyu smiled awkwardly; she really couldn't resist. With such a firm chest right in front of her, how could she not touch it? Thankfully, her own development was quite good; if she had been flat-chested, she would have felt embarrassed.
Seeing that Yang Qinghe didn't react, she boldly decided to measure the shape of his muscles.
"Xiao Yu!"
Yang Qinghe caught Yu Songyu's restless little hand, his voice low and gentle.
"Xiao Yu, be good. Once we’re married, you can touch as much as you want!"
Yu Songyu realized that such a simple action had already made Yang Qinghe feel heated all over. Although he had wanted her more than once, they hadn't married yet; he couldn't tarnish the purity of a girl like her.
Touch as much as you want!
Yu Songyu swallowed hard, her mind filled with images of Yang Qinghe without his shirt on. It was too embarrassing.
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