Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

A strange thing happened in Songjia Village.

That evil god Luo Yuan went to the Song family to propose marriage, and the target of his proposal was Song Guoge'er.

That dark-skinned, skinny little brother Song Guo, who always keeps his head down and shrinks timidly, and whose appearance cannot be seen clearly.

"Hey! Have you heard? That Song Guo brother was taken home by Luo Yuan, the black-faced evil spirit!"

"What's the big deal? I heard that Song Guo'er's betrothal gift was as much as 15 taels of silver!"

"real or fake?"

"How can I lie to you? The matchmaker Luo Yuan found is a relative of my sister-in-law's nephew's son."

"Oh my god! Fifteen taels of silver! I can't earn that much in ten years!"

"The Song family can even ask for fifteen taels of silver as a betrothal gift? Don't they know how they treated Song Guo'er over the years?"

"It seems that Luo Yuan proposed it himself, but the condition is that Song Guo'er must sever ties with the Song family..."

The news of Luo Yuan's proposal to marry Song Guoger was a hot topic in Songjia Village, and the news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Luo Yuan's home.

Song Guo couldn't drink any more chicken soup after Luo Yuan fed him two bowls of it, as he had a very small appetite.

"Another drink?"

Song Guo looked at the chicken soup that was brought to his mouth and turned his head away. His stomach was already very full and he really couldn't eat any more.

"I, I can't drink anymore. You drink it!"

Luo Yuan was very distressed. His little brother had such a small appetite that he ate even less than a cat. What should he do?

"No, I just drank it." Luo Yuan prepared to put the remaining chicken soup back into the pot and give it to Song Guo in the evening.

[Brother, the villain is lying. He didn't drink the chicken soup at all.]

Song Guo held Luo Yuan's hand and said, "Eat the rest. The chicken soup won't last long. Otherwise, I will..."

The bright eyes are like a pool of clear water, flowing gently; the sparkling eyelashes are like stars in the blue sky, twinkling and moving.

Luo Yuan felt comforted, as if he was bathed in a spring breeze.

It’s nice that his little brother cares about him.

"Okay, I'll drink."

Luo Yuan drank up the remaining chicken soup, and Song Guo was amazed.

A Yuan has a big appetite!

Luo Yuan noticed Song Guo's gaze and froze. Would his little brother think he was too greedy?

Would you despise yourself? You know, in the countryside, people who can eat are not liked.

"Don't worry, follow me, I won't let you starve or freeze."

"Yeah! I believe you." Song Guo nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Luo Yuan, I..."

"Call me husband or A Yuan, you are already mine." Calling him Brother Luo sounded so strange, and with her own brother's soft voice, calling him husband would definitely sound nice.

Song Guo curled her fingers and murmured softly: "A Yuan."

The sound is like that of a water mill, soft and sticky, flowing past my ears, clear, cool, delicate and lingering.

Luo Yuan touched his nose uncomfortably, loosened his collar, and felt his body burning.

"A Yuan, I want to take a shower." Song Guo felt sticky and uncomfortable as if there were bugs crawling on him.

"I'll go get you some hot water." Luo Yuan fetched water and lit a fire without stopping.

Even if Song Guo wanted to help, he had no way to intervene.

Song Guo simply started cleaning.

Song Guo wet the rag and wiped the dust off the table and chairs, and used a long stick to hold the rag to sweep away the spider webs in the corners.

If it wasn't already dark, Song Guo would have wanted to put the quilt out to dry in the sun.

Luo Yuan looked at Song Guo's busy figure and his old face turned red. He had lived in the military camp for seven years and his life depended on it. How could he have the time to care about dirty things?

After returning to Songjia Village, as a bachelor, I didn't care about too many things and just lived there as long as there was no one dying.

Song Guo was so tired that he couldn't even straighten his back. There was nothing he could do. Although the house where Luo Yuan lived was not big, things were placed in a mess and there was a lot of dust. It would take some effort to clean up.

Song Guo's hair was already wet with sweat. Luo Yuan took the rag and said, "The hot water is ready. Go wash up. There is no bathtub at home. You can use the wooden tub for now. I will make a bathtub for you in a few days."

"A Yuan, don't bother with that. I'm not that delicate. Just use a wooden barrel."

Song Guo is not picky. The original owner of the Song family also used a wooden tub to take a bath, so he can do it too.

"You should have what others have."

The wooden barrel is so small that it is inconvenient.

Song Guo couldn't persuade Luo Yuan, so she took the clothes that the original owner had washed bleached and went to take a bath.

Luo Yuan was upset. Why didn't he think of buying two sets of clothes for his little brother? How careless!

Let’s do it tomorrow. I’ll take my little brother to town to buy two sets of clothes and some medicine.

His little brother's hands and feet were covered with wounds. Although there were medicines at home, they were all inferior quality. It didn't matter because he had thick skin, but he could never use them on his little brother.

By the way, I also took my little brother to see a doctor. My little brother has been tortured by Mrs. Huang over the years and has developed many minor health problems. If he doesn’t see a doctor, he may develop chronic illnesses.

Luo Yuan rubbed his brows and decided that he still needed to work hard to make money!

The hot water was steaming, and Song Guo looked relaxed. It was great, she could finally take a bath.

He was covered in sweat and was almost suffocated by himself.

The wooden barrel cannot accommodate one person, but who is Song Guo?

A cute little squirrel spirit. The wooden barrel is more than enough to hold the little squirrel.

Song Guo's prototype was not affected by the original owner at all, and his fur was soft and shiny.

Song Guo rubbed his hair with his little paws. When the fluffy hair came into contact with water, it became wispy and stuck to his body, which looked a bit funny.

Song Guo washed very quickly and came out in no time.

After Song Guo came out, Luo Yuan also went in to take a shower, but he used cold water and the shower took a bit long.

When Luo Yuan came out, Song Guo had already fallen asleep on the table.

Her pale lips were slightly pouted because of her sleeping posture, and Luo Yuan's pupils became deep. Luo Yuan finally understood that this cold shower was in vain.

Back then, there were many men and women among the prisoners in the military camp, some of them were very beautiful, but Luo Yuan was unmoved.

In the military camp, the brothers who lived with Luo Yuan were privately discussing whether Luo Yuan was incapable.

Luo Yuan had a normal reaction.

So Luo Yuan thought he was just sexually frigid, but now he understands that he is not sexually frigid, he just hasn't met the right person.

Luo Yuan carried Song Guo to the bed, prepared the quilt for him, and then lay down on it.

There was only one bed in Luo Yuan's house, so the two of them had to sleep in the same bed.

Luo Yuan's heart was beating like thunder. He seemed to smell the scent of wood and grass on Song Guo's body, and his body was restless uncontrollably.

Luo Yuan laughed at himself: I never thought that there would be a day when he, Luo Yuan, would have to put himself in a difficult position.

But Luo Yuan is very disciplined and some things can only be done on the wedding night.

Before this, Luo Yuan would not cross the line. He didn't want his little brother to follow him without any status.

Also reluctant to part with it.