Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Me? What can I think?" The young man chuckled, and the dark waves between his eyebrows and eyes confronted Shen Zhihuai. The more anxious he was, the more vague he became, like being in the fog and making people unable to figure it out.

Shen Zhihuai suddenly let go of Si Mo, took two steps back, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "Don't think too much, I just think Shen Ronger is too young. At her age...does she know what love is! She just thinks you are pretty, so -"

"Hahahaha!" The educated youth's hearty and light laughter reached his ears. Shen Zhihuai was startled, and then he heard him ask: "So I can understand that you were praising my good looks just now."

"Yeah, I know." Si Mo nodded truthfully, without any modesty.

Shen Zhihuai: “…”

"No! You think too much." He said with a dark face: "Forget it, why am I talking to you about this nonsense, just go!"

"Shen Zhihuai, are you shy?"

"Or do you think I'm ugly?"

……

The young master was running around him, and all he could hear was that teasing voice that was hard to ignore. However, Shen Zhihuai remained calm and tried his best to block out the sounds from his ears.

At a certain moment, Si Mo suddenly pulled him back, stopped smiling, and looked serious, "Then do you know what love is?"

"what?"

"Shen Zhihuai, you are not a child anymore, right?

I'm not such a beast as to date a young girl who has not yet developed feelings for love, but a 19-year-old boy..."

Si Fox licked the corner of her lips, her beautiful fox eyes half-narrowed, and the palm of the hand holding Shen Zhihuai's wrist gradually warmed up, moving down inch by inch...

While Shen Zhihuai was stunned, he interlocked his fingers with Si Mo without noticing. His blinking frequency decreased a lot, and his Adam's apple rolled nervously.

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When they returned, even Shen's father noticed the strange atmosphere between the two. He squatted in front of the stove and asked with a frown, "Zhi Huai, why are your ears so red?"

"Si Zhiqing, did something happen at work today?"

Si Mo glanced at Shen Zhihuai secretly, rubbed Xiaobai's head, and said with a smile: "No, thanks to Zhihuai for picking me up today, otherwise I would have to take a long detour to get back."

"That's nothing," Father Shen said happily, "There are a lot of small roads in our village. It's normal that you don't recognize the roads when you first arrive. Just let Zhihuai pick you up a few more times and you will be familiar with them!"

"Ah, then I'll trouble Shen Bo and Zhi Huai." The educated youth squatted aside, looked at the sweet potatoes above the fire, sniffed, "What a nice smell."

"No trouble! Come, it's baked and ready to eat."

Father Shen threw a roasted sweet potato to Shen Zhihuai and Si Mo respectively, and then took the rest to the outer room to share with the old man and the second son's family next door.

The scorching temperature was nothing to them as they had long been accustomed to it, but for the tender young master.

Father Shen obviously didn't consider this point. As soon as Si Mo picked it up, he withdrew his hand because he was burned. He took a breath and pinched his earlobe with his red fingertips.

"Stupid." Shen Zhihuai glared at him, then quickly took Si Mo's sweet potato and broke it in half.

The cross-section of the sweet sweet potato has a tender yellow luster, and some parts of the skin are roasted and soaked in sugar, with hot steam rising from it.

Shen Zhihuai thought about handing the larger half to Si Mo, and blew on it considerately before handing it over.

Xiaobai circled around the two people, wagging his tail to the sky in a flattering manner, and finally succeeded in getting a small piece of sweet potato pulp from one of them.

Having gotten the benefits, as a 'wife-loving' little bootlicker, it naturally did not forget to bring its wife Xiao Hei over.

In front of the small stove, there was silence and no sound, only the crackling of burning firewood. The young master's eyes followed the loving couple, and the curve of his mouth was real and vivid. Shen Zhihuai was stunned again without paying attention, and it seemed that something hard in his heart was deeply touched.

When he came to his senses, he discovered that he had somehow shared the boy's happiness.

……

In the evening, Si Mo unexpectedly discovered that the bath water was not as cold as yesterday, but warm, as if someone had exposed it to the sun.

Sure enough, when he put on his clothes and poked his head out, he saw a black cat's tail exposed by the window, which had no time to hide.

Si Mo curled his lips and smiled. When he returned to the room, he saw Shen Zhihuai wandering on the ground, avoiding his sight.

Looks busy, but I don't know what he's busy with.

Si Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his wife is so adorable!

"Do you still feel cold today?" Shen Zhihuai asked casually, "In fact, I thought the temperature was just right before. You said you were not being squeamish..."

"It's not cold anymore, the temperature is just right." Ignoring the second half of the sentence, the young man smiled, his eyes filled with bright stars, making people reluctant to look away, "Thank you, Shen Zhihuai, you are really good to me."

"Nothing, no need to thank me specially, just know it!" Shen Zhihuai raised the corners of his worthless mouth, not noticing that he had been exposed...

I don’t know why, but tonight, without anything in his arms, Shen Zhihuai was suffering from insomnia for the first time.

After a long while in darkness, he lay down flat on his back, slowly opened his eyes and looked to his side, but he did not expect that the young master was also looking at him.

Shen Zhihuai heard his breathing become heavier, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

"Shen Zhihuai, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep? Is it because of my problem this afternoon?" Although the door to the inner room was closed, it was not soundproof after all, and the sound of Si Mo was as thin as a mosquito.

Shen Zhihuai felt it was strange, but he didn't know what was strange. It was as if the two of them were having an affair.

"No, I didn't think about that." Shen Zhihuai blurted out without thinking too much. At that moment, he avoided the young master's eyes that were brighter than the moonlight. "The moon is too bright, it's shaking."

"Oh, I wasn't thinking about it." Si Mo didn't let him go and leaned forward: "Then why are your ears red?"

This must be a lie, Shen Zhihuai frowned and thought, how could he see clearly in the pitch black. But his neck was indeed a little hot.

He was just thinking about what other reasons he could use to deal with Si Mo, when he was suddenly startled by the young man's clear voice, "Shen Zhihuai, think about it now."

"Think about what we did this afternoon." Si Mo deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in an ambiguous tone. Unknowingly, they were already very close. Shen Zhihuai's body stiffened. He felt that Si Mo was talking in his ear, and even the heat was so obvious: "Do you hate that feeling? No."

Obviously like it.

Shen Zhihuai curled up his fingertips nervously, and his nails left a row of faint crescent shapes on the palm of his hand.

Following Si Mo's words, like an automatic engine, his brain began to uncontrollably recall what happened this afternoon...