Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

The Song couple lay quietly on the inconspicuous hillside in the town.

Not long after Song's mother passed away, the relatives on Song's father's side hurriedly buried her together with Song's father, as if it was just a very ordinary thing.

It is said that when people leave, the tea gets cold. Time passes quietly. Many years have passed, and no one has come to carefully repair this cemetery.

The path leading up the mountain was already covered with lush weeds. The weeds grew extremely vigorously, and many of them were even taller than Song Guo's head, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the impermanence of the world.

Qiao Yuan, who was walking in front with a knife to clear the way for them, also stopped. He wiped the sweat from his cheeks to his neck with his sleeve and said in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Guoguo, this is it. Mom and Dad are buried here."

Song Guo looked in the direction of his finger, and saw two small mounds of earth covered with weeds, tightly attached to each other, looking so lonely and desolate.

Song Guo stood quietly in front of the grave, frowning slightly. At this moment, his heart was like a bottle of overturned five flavors, with all kinds of feelings surging into his heart.

There are no photos to express thoughts, nor tombstones to remember the past. There are only these two small mounds of earth that carry the souls of the deceased and the grief of their loved ones.

He never imagined that the original owner's parents were buried in such an extremely simple place, without even a decent burial place. It was really sad.

Song Guo looked gloomy, and Qiao Yuan held his hand, interlocking their fingers.

"I'm sorry, Guoguo, for letting my parents rest in peace here."

Song Guo shook her head gently and pinched her lover's broad and warm fingertips, which conveyed endless strength and comfort.

Standing on tiptoe, she carefully wiped away the dense beads of sweat on the tip of Qiao Yuan's nose. Her movements were as gentle as the brush of a feather, for fear of disturbing the person in front of her who was most cherished by him.

"A Yuan, don't blame yourself. A Yuan is already great." Song Guo's voice was low and gentle. Every word was like warm jade falling on Qiao Yuan's heart, soothing his inner pain.

It was not easy for my lover, who grew up in an orphanage, to be admitted to a prestigious university through his own unremitting efforts.

Qiao Yuan smiled with relief, and there was a sense of relief in that smile. He looked at Guoguo beside him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. His Guoguo was always so considerate.

"Today, let's take good care of our parents' graves! We'll move their graves back in a few days and bury them properly." Song Guo's tone revealed a firm determination. This was the only thing they could do now, and it was also the best consolation to the original owner.

"Okay!" Qiao Yuan nodded vigorously, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The two of them started the busy renovation work together. It took Song Guo and Qiao Yuan a whole day to clear away all the lush weeds.

Song Guo inherited the amazing strength left by the original owner, as if that power was innate. Even when faced with the hardest soil or grass roots deeply rooted in the ground, cleaning them up in his hands was as easy as child's play.

Although Qiao Yuan was used to doing manual labor on weekdays, he suddenly seemed a little pale in comparison to this little squirrel with extraordinary strength, and seemed not as good as it could be.

At this moment in the hotel, Qiao Yuan was frowning slightly, rubbing his slightly sore arm, with a look of helplessness on his face.

It's really hard to say it, but after a whole day, Guoguo didn't seem tired at all and was still full of energy, but he was the one who got tired first.

Although Qiao Yuan knew very well in his heart that most of Guoguo's strange power came from his own monster blood, at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his own powerlessness.

As the "old man", he is a man, but his strength is not as good as his "brain wife", what is going on? ! Qiao Yuan silently covered his face with his hands, thinking to himself.

No, it’s not certain whether he can always occupy the upper position.

There is no doubt that his strength is indeed not as good as Guoguo's, so in some aspects, it is probably uncertain whether he can always maintain the dominant position!

Maybe Guoguo would occasionally have the idea of ​​being on top. At that time, should he agree? Or not?

Qiao Yuan fell into deep distress, and kept thinking in his mind: My lover is stronger than me, what should I do to better maintain my dignity as the "old top"?

Qiao Yuan never thought that one day he would fall into such trouble.

"A Yuan, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in your thoughts? You didn't even respond when I called you!" Song Guo's flexible squirrel tail wrapped around his lover's wrist. The soft and fluffy touch made Qiao Yuan rub it involuntarily.

"Nothing." Qiao Yuan coughed awkwardly to cover up his cough. He couldn't say that he was worried about his "old attacker".

The two furry ears on Song Guo's head trembled. Really? He always felt that his lover was hiding something from him!

Great! His lover has a secret behind his back!

Song Guo's eyes flashed with a cunning light. He pinched his lover's cheeks and pulled them apart, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Hey, A Yuan, is there anything you can't tell me? Is there any secret that a cute little squirrel like me can't hear?"

Song Guo rubbed his nose against Qiao Yuan's nose affectionately, "A Yuan, A Yuan, tell me something~"

The playful squirrel tail slid across his cheek, bringing a slight itch. Qiao Yuan murmured in his heart, this is so terrible, who can resist the furry temptation!

Qiao Yuan's ears were as red as cooked shrimps. He stammered, "I——"

Song Guo was even more curious about her lover's shy attitude. "A Yuan, please tell me!"

Qiao Yuan simply closed his eyes, like a prisoner walking to the guillotine, "I was just thinking, Guoguo, if you have the idea of ​​being on top, should I agree or not? After all, if Guoguo forces it, I can't resist it with my strength!"

The crimson color spread from Qiao Yuan's neck to his cheeks, and Song Guo felt that her lover was about to faint from embarrassment.

Song Guo was slightly stunned, then laughed and playfully blew gently into Qiao Yuan's ear, "Since A Yuan is so curious, I'd like to give it a try. Otherwise, how can I satisfy A Yuan's curiosity?"

Song Guo took advantage of the situation and pushed Qiao Yuan down, pretending to be a playboy, and lifted his lover's chin, "Beauty, just obey me obediently!" Behind him, the big fiery red tail was swaying, looking very proud.

After a night of ups and downs, the little squirrel Song Guo personally helped Qiao Yuan unlock new knowledge about "navel oranges".