On Sex in China Traditional Culture from White Deer Original Two (Second Edition)

Bai Xiaowen's aunt urged him to sleep on his wedding night, and he still kept the good habit of reading at night. A few days later, when I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, I found menstruation sobbing in the quilt. I asked my aunt what she was crying about. My aunt asked him why he wanted to marry his wife. He said spinning and weaving gave birth to dolls. When the mother-in-law knew how the doll was born, she pulled his hand to her chest. He gasped in the commotion and said, Don't do this ... The situation is not good. Once you understand what happened between men and women, it will get out of hand. My face turned green and I lost weight. Until his grandmother came out to intervene, she stood under the window every day and knocked on the window with a cane as soon as she heard anything.

Bai Xiaowen's first sex teacher was his aunt. Before that, he didn't know there were such good things between men and women. This is traditional sex education. Bai Xiaowen only met two women before she got married, grandma and mom. No one told him what women want men to do or what men want women to do. No matter how old you are, you are sexually blind until you invite your first sex teacher in.

Going to the antique market, you can see fake cultural relics with pictures of men and women making peace. There used to be such a thing, which was usually placed at the bottom of the box at home. When the daughter got married, the mother took it out and gave her the first sex education class in her life. This is the real origin of the word "closet bottom" in the saying. The woman learned it on the first day and went to someone else's house as a teacher the next day. I often take photos of the weekend antique market on WeChat. A beautiful classmate is very jealous and wants to go shopping with me and explain the fake cultural relics at the bottom of the box to her. The classmates are silent. Yes, this kind of thing can be discussed in broad daylight, even without any emotion or intention, because we have always kept it a secret.