However, this time Du Ruo lay on the bamboo couch for a day, and I don’t know if the medicine he brought was effective or the woman had special recovery ability in this regard, but in short, it was much better than the last time.

But Du Ruo still felt that it would not be possible to continue like this, so it was very necessary to talk to him. Thinking of this, he scooped a bowl of bamboo tea and brought it over. Seeing that he was sawing bamboo, he carried the bamboo from the mountain after getting up early this morning. It was getting older and much thicker than usual bamboo. Du Ruo couldn't help but say, "What are the bamboos that are so thick for?"

The man took the bowl and drank it back to her and said, "Make a bamboo bed."

Du Ruo was stunned: "Isn't it done?"

The man glanced at her: "Make another one."

Du Ruo really couldn't understand this man's way of thinking. He was not selling. He was making so much and was eating. He thought that he was not tired and wanted to do it. He just cared about him. He came here to talk about serious matters.

Thinking of it, he spoke, "I think there is something I need to say."

The man put down the saw in his hand and looked up at her: "What's the matter?"

He was so straightforward that Du Ruo was a little uncomfortable to speak. After Mushroom said for a while, "That's right, I think it's not good to do that too hard."

The man was silent for a long time: "What's wrong with me? You don't like it?"

Even Du Ruo blushed a little. How could he answer this kind of thing: "No, no."

Man: "That's what you like."

Du Ruo suddenly felt it was difficult to communicate with this man. Their brain waves were not on the same frequency at all, and it was difficult to communicate and had to communicate. Otherwise, the result was that he had not yet escaped the identity of the six widows, so he was buried directly in the graveyard in front and went to find the second master of the six dead ghosts.

Life is at stake, and it must be made clear. Thinking of this, Du Ruo said directly: "It's too frequent, I don't like it."

The man looked at her for a while and spit out two words: "Twice."

Du Ruo was stunned: "What twice?"

Man: "We only did it twice."

Du Ruo couldn't help but feel a little angry: "You're so embarrassed to say it twice, it's two whole nights, and you've done it more than twice in one night."

The man thought for a while: "You think you've been doing it once in the future." After that, he continued to saw the bamboo.

Although Du Ruo felt that he had not achieved the result he wanted, at least he agreed to reduce the number of times, which was also a progress for him, at night, Du Ruo knew that he was very wrong.

The man was sure to keep his promise and only did it once, but once lasted for a long time. Du Ruo felt that if he hadn't been able to withstand it in the end, he said a few words begging for mercy, and the man would have been able to stay until dawn.

The next day, Du Ruo lay down for a long time. The man was in a very good mood and did all the work at home. He also went to the mountain to get two rabbits, and brought them back with the medicine they had last time.

Seeing that bowl of medicine, Du Ruo suddenly remembered a big problem that he had ignored. Contraception. This is ancient times. Life is leisurely, but the medical level is far from keeping up. The risk of giving birth is too high. If you can't do your life well, you will lose it. So even if you get rid of the identity of a widow in the future, you don't want to have a child. What's more, she is still a widow from 6 families now. If you make a child, it will be a big trouble.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "You have caught this medicine from the medicine shop at the foot of the mountain. Then tomorrow you go down the mountain to grab a few pieces of medicine to avoid the medicine."

The man looked at her: "Pills to avoid children?"

Du Ruo: "Why do you think of me like this? I am a widow from the six families. Widows know that if a man dies, he is called a widow. Where can men come from? "

The man didn't say anything, put the medicine bowl on the table with a thud and went out with a calm face.

Du Ruo blinked, what did he mean? Didn’t he want to give birth to him? He thought it was beautiful. Since then, the two of them have not spoken for a day. Of course, they have said little, and they may not be able to say a word a day before. Although they are a little better now, most of them are still physical communication.

Du Ruo was thinking whether he was looking for Erxi if this man didn't go down the mountain to get medicine. But Erxi was a servant from the six families. Although he was smart and took good care of himself, he was really unsure whether he would be exposed.

Du Ruo knew very well that he was sent to the mountain to guard the tomb because the six families wanted to cover up the scandal of his brother-in-law seducing his eldest uncle. If he was pregnant, he would probably have to be in a sinking pond. If he fell into that situation, his ideal of living a leisurely life would be completely ruined.

Du Ruo did not expect that the man who had been in a cold war with him for a day would come again at night.

Du Ruo was so angry that he pushed him away with his breasts. The man was rejected and glared at her angrily. He was annoyed, and Du Ruo became even more angry: "What are you looking at? There is no medicine to avoid children, so don't think about it in the future."

The man looked at her with a calm face for a while, then turned around and went out.

Du Ruo watched him leave the yard and go down the mountain through the window, and couldn't help but hum and said it would be better to leave. He could at least have a good sleep. Thinking of it, he lay on the bamboo couch and pulled the thin quilt to sleep.

Du Ruo was sleeping soundly, but she felt something was wrong. It seemed like a big stone was pressing against him, hot and uncomfortable. He opened his eyes but met the man's face: "Didn't you go down the mountain? Why are you back? What are you doing? Don't you tell you, don't, um..." Du Ruo's mouth was blocked by the man before he finished speaking, and then rumbled, as if something was rolling down his throat.

Du Ruo was startled and hurriedly pushed him, but the man was so strong that he was excited again. He was like a bull, so he could not push it away. Seeing that his pajamas were pulled away by him, Du Ruo was anxious and did not listen to what he said. The sperm was thinking about his pleasure. If he was afraid this time, his words would be worse than fart in the future. At least fart would be interesting.

The more I thought about it, the more angry she became. She pinched and scratched her. Anyway, she would never let him do it. The man probably never expected Du Ruo to splash like this. Although she finally stopped her, her face and body were scratched by her.

He was still stuck by himself, and his legs were kicked and kicked. The man freed up a hand to hold her feet: "That was the medicine just now."

Du Ruo was stunned: "You said the one I just swallowed was a pill."

The man nodded, and Du Ruo suddenly vented his strength: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Where did you get this medicine? Will there be a substitute..." Before he finished speaking, the man was pressed on the couch...

The energy was consumed so much. Du Ruo got up at noon the next day. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white porcelain bottle on the bamboo table next to him. He took it over, pulled out the red silk plug on his head, and poured out a few pills. It was not big, almost the same as his fingertips. It was probably the medicine he wanted to avoid.

Du Ruo was very suspicious whether this thing was effective. It was safe to eat another one. Thinking of stuffing it into his mouth, it tasted like it. It was unexpectedly not bad, but it smelled unpleasant, but it smelled fragrant. After eating it, Du Ruo suddenly felt a little hungry. Could it be that this was not contraceptive but appetizing?
Chapter completed!