Jiang Muyu heard the saying that although he was not a brother or brother, he was better than a relative and was in a surprisingly good mood.

I just feel that the autumn sun is particularly brilliant and the wind is particularly refreshing. Even the noise of chickens and ducks walking around the path becomes pleasant.

Before he knew it, his idea of ​​leaving the village had fallen apart. He spent money to find many villagers to build bamboo buildings not far from the temple.

He didn't want to live here for a long time, but he just felt that he was aroused by being curious and didn't want to leave for a while. Moreover, the scenery in this village is really good.

In front is the endless blue sea and blue sky, and behind is the green forest and mountains. A bamboo building is built here, so you may come here to take a break occasionally in the future.

After watering the Sangli, she returned to the house to wash a few peaches.

The villagers are like offerings every day, and the freshest fish, the tenderest vegetables, and the most juicy fruits are all sent over differently.

This peach is a blood peach, sweet and soft, and Sang Li especially likes it.

"Xiaomian, let's peel it." She said softly, with a little coaxing.

I don’t know what happened, but after just watering her, she found that Xiaomian suddenly became particularly low, as if there was a layer of cloud covering her head, and she was depressed.

The boy was very thoughtful and never told her. She didn't think about going over and asking more questions. She always stayed by her side and used her own stupid method to coax her.

The blood-colored and moist peach was handed to him. He didn't pick up the peach, so Sang Li went forward and delivered it again, "It's so sweet, I've been fed to your mouth, so you can taste it."

She knew that Xiaomian could not let her feed her, so she just wanted him to take the peach obediently.

However, unexpectedly, the boy lowered his head and bit it.

Peach was big, bigger than Sangli's hands. Her five fingers spread out and held it. When the boy bit Peach, he lower lip was pressed against her fingertips and slowly rubbed it over, very soft and hot.

Sang Li was stunned.

Of course she knew that Xiaomian must have been unintentional, because in the past two years of being together, he has paid special attention to the different defense lines between men and women, and is proud of himself.

But the boy's inadvertent intention made her feel as if she was electrocuted. She wanted to retract her hand, but she was afraid that it would be too abrupt and she could not help but feel awkward. Her cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly warm.

The boy who bit off the peach meat raised his head slightly and looked at her with dark pupils.

Sang Li swallowed his saliva at a loss, a little panicked.

He was close to him, and he looked down slightly and looked up at the person, which was still cold, but it looked seductive because of the angle. The gravy he bited was moist on his lips, looking like it was

Can't think about it anymore!

Sang Liming retracted his hand, and suddenly turned red from his face to his ears. She was thinking about such a mess in her mind!

She was so ashamed that she had no shame for a moment. She didn't know how to face Xiaomian. She stuffed the bitten peach meat into the boy's hand, got up and ran away.

Qu Qingmian looked at the back of running away in a hurry and hid in the bedroom, slammed the door.

He lowered his eyelashes and chuckled himself with a self-deprecating smile, lifted his fingers to his lips, and the delicateness of the girl's fingertips seemed to be still there.

Qu Qingmian felt shameless, but there was nothing he could do.

Even though she knew that she would never like her and should not have delusions, Jiang Muyu's appearance made him know how strong his desire for possessiveness was.

It turned out that just watching her talk to other men, his heart was burning. Just watching her attention be stimulated by other men, he felt like he fell into an ice cellar.

She may not like him, but she must not like others.

Sang Li hid in the bedroom, slapped on the bed, and touched her face, but it was still very hot. She covered her head in the quilt, and her heart was beating violently.

Has she never been in love before, so she can easily throbbed at such an age when her spring heart is so exciting?

But that's Xiaomian.

When she thought of Xiaomian biting the peaches on her hand just now and looking up at her, she actually had the idea of ​​sucking the peach juice on his lips, Sang Li wanted to suffocate herself with the quilt.

After rolling around, burying her head like an ostrich, she thought of the sudden escape in the end, and regretted it so much that she closed her eyes and let out a silent scream.

It's so strange and inexplicable. Will Xiaomian notice her random thoughts?

No, she needs to save it!

Sang Li sat up in a flash in a flash, but wouldn’t it be even more strange to go out again?

She was full of entanglement, always feeling ashamed of the inexplicable association, and was also afraid that Xiaomian would know.

After a while, I finally got my heart out and walked out, and the boy had already prepared all the supper.

While eating, Sang Li still couldn't help it, trying to cover up Mi Zhang to find a reason for his previous behavior, "Xiaomian, when I gave you Taozi, I suddenly stood up and ran away. Actually, it was because of my stomach pain, so I went back to my room to rest for a while."

She is not good at lying, and her tongue is almost tied.

Qu Qingmian served a bowl of soup and handed it to her, "Does it still hurt? You can eat less."

Sang Li took it with the bowl and lowered her head guiltily.

Such a simple Xiaomian believed even her clumsy lies. She was really ashamed.

The moon tonight was particularly round, round and bright. After taking a shower, Sang Li wrapped her thick nightgown and stood by the coffin hanging high in the living room to watch.

There is no need to light the lights in the room, and the ground is covered with a layer of mercury, and the mottled tree shadows outside are also clearly visible.

The moon was bright and the stars were washing. Sang Li planned to make some tea and pastries and asked Xiaomian to come and enjoy the moon together. However, as soon as she turned around, she saw Xiaomian standing behind her.

He must have just come out of the bedroom after taking a shower. Unlike Sang Li, who was afraid of the cold, he only wore a thin and loose black silk dress.

The damn thing is that the neckline is half open. The boy's once thin and slender body has completely grown tall and straight and more solid. His tough chest is caught off guard and prevents him from falling into his eyes.

Sang Li took a deep breath.

While his eyes were wide open, he was so panicked that he didn't know where to put it. Momo Moon-watching Pastry was forgotten all the time. He only knew that he wanted to hide and hide his embarrassment of blushing and heartbeat.

"It's cold, I'll go to bed!"

She spoke very quickly and threw a sentence down, and returned to the bedroom like she ran away.

Qu Qingmian stood in the clear moonlight on the ground, looking at the closed door with dark eyes.

He actually said something to her.

Tell her not to look at him like a child, and to have no idea how to express it. They are not relatives, nor are they better than relatives.

However, he didn't say anything, and scared her. Seeing the pair of frivolous gazes like deer, Qu Qingmian's heart suddenly became thrust.

How could he bear to make her uneasy and confused?

No matter how jealous or want to possess, everything must be based on her joy and happiness.

If only the feelings of relatives can make her more self-consistent and comfortable, it is better not to reveal the ** he is trying to occupy too early.

Qu Qingmian raised his fingers and pulled the collar of his clothes, feeling bitter in his heart.

Sang Li tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep. Her mind was filled with Xiaomian's moist lips, his broad and solid chest, and his strange escape behavior. The quilt was almost kicked out of anger by her.

Sang Li had a dream at night.

Perhaps because she was thinking about something, she actually dreamed of Xiaomian.

Xiaomian in the dream was so terrible. His eyes were staring at her like a wolf. There were many veils floating in the dark night in the candlelight. There was no wind automatically. Her heart was beating so fast that she hid behind the curtains everywhere.

But no matter how she ran, she could not get rid of it. The gauze in front of her was suddenly lifted open, and Xiaomian grabbed her tightly.

The messy and hot breath was spitting in her ears. The arms that were holding over were so hard that they were about to crush her. Her chest was hot and her face was against her. She could hear a clear heartbeat, thumping, just like it was true.

Sang Li had partial consciousness in the dream. She knew that this was a dream because Xiaomian could not have been like this, but it was too real. With that part of her conscious awakening, she was completely lost.

At first, fear and panic gradually turned into pleasure.

With a moan, Sang Li woke up from her dream and turned around. It was already bright outside.

Her body was still immersed in the strange and happy feeling in her dream. Sang Li sat blankly for a while, covering her face with a quilt and almost cried.

Her face turned red as if she was bleeding. She was too shameless and shameless. How could she dreamt Xiaomian like that?

It's simply ashamed.

Sang Li began to sleep in hiding from Qu Qing.

She is under the roof and has a lot of contacts every day, but in addition to having dinner together, she basically finds something for herself and avoids getting along with Xiaomian alone.

She didn't know how to deal with it, and she had never had such an experience, and even felt very sorry for him in her heart.

Fortunately, Xiaomian was focused and he didn't notice anything, and he didn't care much about her weirdness, which made her feel much better.

Xiaomian was reading a book in the house, and Sang Li took a small shovel to dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest behind the house.

"The little fairy is really hardworking."

Sang Li, who was squatting, noticed the mottled light and shadows in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Jiang Muyu smiling with white teeth shaking with white teeth on his back. He said angrily, "Why are you still here?"

Jiang Muyu did not wander around in front of him again in the past two days. Sang Li thought he had left the fishing village, but he didn't expect that he was still there.

It is also strange that a noble young man like this is a very good family background, can stay in such a remote place.

"You are always so hostile to me? I won't stay there. The Hsinchu Building has been built. If you are interested, you can come to sit there." Jiang Muyu found that he has a strong adaptability. Although there are no pavilions, towers, jade dew, BMW and fragrant cars here, and there is no luxury, but there is no noise and hustle and bustle. Gradually, he can find some leisurely light and water.

Rumble

Before Sang Li could speak, something fell from the sky, the bamboo and wood swayed and rustled, and the sound of flapping its wings mixed.

She looked up and saw a bird that was flapping crookedly with an arrow on its wings, and it was obviously injured.

The disc-shaped face, paired with pointed feathers on both sides and golden eyes as big as copper bells, is an owl.
To be continued...