My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

When they arrived at the place where they met Kiki on that occasion, Christ hastily stopped the car.

"Kiki, do you remember that time in your freshman year when it was raining and you didn't have an umbrella with you, and | gave you one." There was a clear note of pride in Christ's voice. Fortunately, he didn't treat Kiki badly as usual on that occasion, so there was still some good memories left.

"Right here!" Looking at the forest path that was so familiar, Kiki couldn't help but think of it, that one time on a rainy day.

That time, thanks to her period, he treated her with a rare tenderness.

That day, she was in a hurry to go back to her dormitory to get her tampon, but she was halfway there when it started to rain.

She had a painful period, and being soaked by the rain made her body uncomfortable and her stomach hurt even more.

The boulevard, surrounded only by small, sparse trees, had no shelter from the rain, and just when she thought she was going to be drenched, an umbrella was placed over her head.

"Kiki, are you stupid! You deserve to get drenched to death for not using an umbrella in the rain!" At that time, the attitude of Christ towards her was really bad. Kiki didn't know whether she was brain-damaged or what was wrong, he disliked her so much, but her heart was actually vaguely sweet.

She followed him obediently, careful and full of joy.

She was so caught up in her little jubilation that she didn't even notice that the direction they were going together was to the flat he had bought off campus, not her dormitory.

It wasn't until she got into his little flat that she realised she now badly needed to get back to her dorm to find her tampon! "Stay here and stay put! You are so stupid!" Christ casually put the umbrella away and went to the next room, no longer paying attention to her.

Kiki apprehensively went out to borrow an umbrella from him. He did not allow her to go out in the rain since, and his attitude towards her was, well, extraordinarily harsh.

She could only blush and tell him the truth about the patronage of her period.

At that moment, she did not know if it was just an illusion, but she saw that his ears were faintly red.

"What a pain in the arse!" He was full of impatience, but he held up his umbrella and went out.

Kiki thought that he hated her so much that he was so angry with her that he didn't want to go home. To her surprise, he soon returned with a packet of tampon and threw them in her arms, telling her to go change.

Kiki thought that she was really weirdly annoying at that time, when he bought her tampon and she started to ache again.

When he saw her pale face, of course, Christ gave her another sneer and scolding.

But in the end, he made her brown sugar water with his own hands and threw her a hot water bag.

Kiki had been scolded that day, but her heart was as warm as it had ever been, as if, he could have cared for her, too.

Kiki smiled to herself as her thoughts slowly retracted, it turned out that between them, there was not only unpleasantness and resentment, but also warmth! "Kiki, remember? That time when you had your period, that was the only time in my life, | bought that kind of stuff for a girl." "It's humiliating!" Christ bent his face down, the night was deep and the streetlights were dim, but she could still clearly see how passionate his eyes were.

"Kiki, sometimes | can't help but think about the past, | think I've liked you since a long, long time ago, but, | don't want to admit it!" "Otherwise, | wouldn't have, never, thrown away the trousers you changed out of." Hearing these words from Christ, Kiki's face instantly turned flushed, "Christ, you're shameless!" That day, her trousers were soiled and she could not continue to wear them, so he found her a pair of his trousers and told her to make do with them.

She left, blushing, forgetting to take her change of clothes with her. She thought later of asking him for them back, but the experience of that day was really too humiliating for her to ask.

She thought that her clothes were soiled, he must have thrown them away as rubbish, and she was not short of clothes, so she did not ask for more.

She didn't realize that he hadn't thrown away the clothes she had changed into.

"Come on, to our little flat!" As soon as he grabbed Kiki's hand, he led her to run quickly outside the campus, not even riding about the bicycle.

Kiki was once again lost in thought, running with him on this wooded path, as if she had returned to those youthful years, and for a moment, she was confused as to what was happening now.

Kiki forgot to break away from Christ as her thoughts raced along the way, and by the time she came back to her senses, he had already taken her to his small flat.

The flat, which he had not been in for many years, had always been cleaned and the inside had always been clean.

Christ dragged Kiki through the door and eagerly headed inside the bedroom.

He pulled open the closet and pointed to a pair of trousers inside the closet and spoke to her, "Kiki, do you remember these trousers? | really didn't throw them away." Kiki raised her face in the direction of the wardrobe and saw that it was the same pair of trousers she had soiled that time.

The trousers were neatly ironed and looked slightly old because of their age, but they were exceptionally clean and had obviously been carefully cleaned.

"Kiki, | washed the trousers, for you." Christ's handsome face looked even prouder. In fact, his face, better suited to a warmer expression, was so handsome that it shone.

"Kiki, did | wash it clean?" Kiki's face is getting blushing, the trousers were washed by him.

Her trousers stained with that stuff, he washed them himself.

Why did she feel so impure! As if, there was something more impure! Thinking of what she was wearing inside her trousers at that time, she also changed them and threw them aside, Kiki's ears turned red.

Surely he couldn't have washed that thing of hers too! Yes, he'll be too dirty for sure! At best, he kept the trousers she had worn! After psychologically building herself up like this, Kiki's face slowly stopped blushing, but before her mind was open for a few minutes, she saw a tiny corner peeking out from under her trousers.

Surprisingly it was hers.

Kiki's body burned with shame.

He didn't wash this too, did he? He knew what Kiki was thinking when he saw her current expression.

"Kiki, you're right in thinking that this one, too, was washed by me." "Christ, you're shameless!" Kiki's vocabulary for cursing is severely lacking, and today, other than calling him shameless, she really couldn't think of any other appropriate words.

He stepped forward and gazed deeply into Kiki's face, "Kiki, as | said, in this life, | will only be shameless to you." "Kiki, let's fall in love!"