MGASC -Chapter 187 I Want You to Help Me

Lin Tianyue froze, holding the basin of water.

He thought he must have misheard, then turned to confirm with her: “Qiaoqiao, what did you just say?”

“I said, I want you to sleep with me!” Zhang Qiao pouted angrily, convinced he was pretending not to hear.

Lin Tianyue glanced at the other bed in the room. These past couple of nights, he had been sleeping on that bed, less than two meters away from Zhang Qiao.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing these past few nights—keeping you company?”

Zhang Qiao rolled her eyes at him, then lay down in a huff. “Lin Tianyue, don’t play dumb!”

Finally, Lin Tianyue grinned. He understood now: by “keeping company,” she meant sleeping together on the same bed.

“Alright, wait a moment. I’ll be there right away.”

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Zhang Qiao buried her face in the covers in embarrassment.

Before, when she was pregnant, she knew Lin Tianyue couldn’t do anything to her. Even sleeping with him then felt completely natural.

But now it was different—she had already given birth. Sleeping together now meant a completely different kind of intimacy.

Her heart felt restless, like wild grass growing inside her—partly resisting, partly anticipating.

After lying there for more than ten minutes, she heard footsteps approaching.

Then, one side of the bed sank, and a tall, solid body pressed against hers.

There was also the fresh scent of soap.

As Lin Tianyue lay down, the small bed was instantly crowded. They were so close that he had to wrap an arm around her to avoid falling off.

Zhang Qiao lay on her side, back to him. Lin Tianyue could only lie on his side too, hooking his arm around her waist from behind.

After giving birth, her belly was no longer rounded. Through the clothes, he could feel the soft flesh. When he tried to press gently, Zhang Qiao immediately grabbed his hand tightly: “Don’t move!”

She had seen her own stomach—it looked like a deflated balloon after being fully inflated and then emptied, loose and flabby. But the doctor had said not to worry; it would recover over time.

And being young, she would recover even faster.

Lin Tianyue didn’t move. He lay there stiffly: “Qiaoqiao, don’t you feel it’s a bit cramped?”

Zhang Qiao closed her eyes, still holding his hand: “No, I don’t.”

Lin Tianyue, not knowing the full context, found the atmosphere a bit strange.

Even though he was happy she let him sleep on the bed, during this sensitive period, no one could have any other thoughts. From his perspective, sleeping like this was uncomfortable—it was better if she slept alone.

A postpartum mother needed good rest. If she didn’t eat and sleep well, how could her body recover from childbirth?

Seeing that she actually seemed to enjoy cuddling this close, he slowly shifted back, arching his body so that half of his legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.

“If you don’t mind being cramped, we can sleep like this. Don’t get up at night; if the baby’s hungry, I’ll prepare her formula.”

He kissed the back of Zhang Qiao’s head and closed his eyes.

Lin Tianyue was a little tired these past couple of days. He soon drifted into a semi-sleep state—not fully asleep because half his body was still suspended, constantly wrapped in a sense of insecurity.

He tightened his hold on Zhang Qiao’s hand.

But Zhang Qiao couldn’t sleep at all. She was worrying about their daughter.

She had heard that breastfed babies had better immunity, and she didn’t want Xiaxia to be at a disadvantage from the very start.

As she tossed and turned, Lin Tianyue was suddenly nudged awake by his wife.

“Qiaoqiao, do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked groggily.

Zhang Qiao didn’t answer. She simply turned over, changing from back-to-back with him to facing him, hugging him closely.

She pressed against him like a gentle little lamb.

Feeling the warmth of his wife’s body, Lin Tianyue was fully awake. He lowered his head and glanced at her.

She obediently rested her head on his chest, one hand around his waist, eyes open, lost in thought.

“Wife, what are you thinking about? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

In the darkness, Lin Tianyue met Zhang Qiao’s hesitant, almost shy gaze. It sent shivers down his spine. He felt she was brewing some kind of emotion.

Could it be that Qiaoqiao wanted to…?

No, no!

Lin Tianyue instinctively tried to push her away, but she wrapped both arms around his neck, hugging him even tighter.

“Lin Tianyue, I think you’ll have to help me,” she said softly, like a cat’s gentle mew.

Lin Tianyue felt a flush of heat all over him. He couldn’t understand why Zhang Qiao was suddenly so passionate.

“Qiaoqiao, maybe you shouldn’t test me…” His throat tightened, mouth dry. “This… is a bit too fast.”

Even doctors wouldn’t approve of this yet.

Unexpectedly, after he said that, Zhang Qiao lifted her head and looked at him in the dark with those hesitant, teasing eyes.

Her gaze made him even hotter, shivering with anticipation.

“Lin Tianyue, what are you thinking?” she asked, a hint of reproach in her voice.

“Hm?”

“Do you know what I want you to help me with?”

Lin Tianyue: “I… don’t know.”

Zhang Qiao still held him, then puckered her lips slightly. Forget it—for her daughter’s sake, she would give up her pride.

She leaned close to Lin Tianyue’s ear and whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear: “Aunt Liu said today, if the massage still doesn’t work, then you’ll have to help me…”

The last few words were whispered so low that even in the dark, Zhang Qiao’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment.

After hearing her request clearly, Lin Tianyue went blank, his scalp tingling.

Could this really be done?

Seeing him staring motionless at her, Zhang Qiao felt awkward. She released her hold on him and turned away.

“Forget it… this feels a little embarrassing.”

She felt deflated, blaming the lack of real intimate moments with Lin Tianyue.

Lin Tianyue turned over, lying flat, finally realizing why Zhang Qiao had insisted on dragging him onto the bed tonight.

After all this, he had misunderstood.

In the dark, he ran a hand through his hair. After a moment of silence, as if even the air had stopped moving, he suddenly flipped over, pulling Zhang Qiao onto him.

They faced each other, both feeling slightly uneasy.

Lin Tianyue’s eyes traced her neckline, and his throat rolled. “How about… we try it?”

Zhang Qiao felt her heart skip a beat. After some hesitation, she said, “…Okay.”

The process was indescribable. Zhang Qiao felt that even the little remaining dignity she had was sacrificed for her daughter.

When she woke up the next day, she didn’t dare think back on that scene.

However, Aunt Liu’s method had really worked. That morning, Zhang Qiao had her sister use a hot towel to massage her again. Shortly afterward, she felt a surge of electricity from her ribs upward.

Zhang Ling brought the baby over. Zhang Qiao tried again, and this time, it finally worked.

Zhang Qiao felt amazed. Holding Xiaxia, she felt a mother-daughter connection, and seeing her daughter full and content brought her overwhelming happiness.