Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Murong Xue's rationality disappeared completely because of Song Pingqing's light kiss.

Everything Song Pingqing said afterwards turned into "Aba Aba" in her ears.

What did she say?

Murong Xue's attention was all on the corner of Song Pingqing's mouth which was showing an unspeakable smile.

Can't hear clearly.

Murong Xue was in a daze. She had only drunk half a glass of champagne, but she felt dizzy.

"Hmm?" Murong Xue blinked, "What did you just say?"

Song Pingqing's smile became even more intense, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

She stretched out her hand, placed her palm on Murong Xue's forehead, and touched her forehead with Murong Xue's through her palm.

"Really..."

Murong Xue could feel her warm breath, with the faint aroma of champagne that had not yet dissipated.

In a trance, there was only one thought in my mind: This is obviously my move.

Song Pingqing did not push his luck any further and quickly let Murong Xue go without repeating what he had just said.

Anyway, the two of them have already kissed once without the influence of much alcohol, so Murong Xue probably won't try to use alcohol to give herself courage next time.

After all, alcohol is really not good for the human body...

"Go take a shower. Get some rest tonight because we have to visit some tourist spots in South City tomorrow morning."

"Huh?" Murong Xue reacted now and stared at Song Pingqing.

My IQ also began to gradually return.

"You fooled me."

Well, judging from the tone, it seems that his IQ hasn't fully recovered.

Song Pingqing couldn't understand her train of thought: "How did I fool you?"

"I think..." Murong Xue suddenly felt a little speechless. She remembered what Song Pingqing said about the family of three before they set out today and glared at her.

Song Pingqing thought she would say something, but Murong Xue just stood up and left.

Song Pingqing:? No?

There was a rare sense of panic in Murong Xue's back.

It felt like there was a dog chasing me.

Song Pingqing had already finished washing up, so he just needed to rinse his mouth and then go to rest.

She drove for eight hours, and although she had a SPA massage to help her relax, she was still very tired. Especially after drinking some alcohol to help her sleep, Song Pingqing fell asleep almost immediately after getting into bed.

When Murong Xue came back from washing up, she saw Song Pingqing sleeping soundly.

Murong Xue: Stare——

For some reason, she always felt unhappy that Song Pingqing flirted with her and then ran away.

Although he thought so, his body was very honest. After getting into the bed, he unceremoniously pulled Song Pingqing's arm over to rest it on the pillow.

Not at all polite.

Murong Xue thought Song Pingqing would struggle a few times, but Song Pingqing just turned over and held her in his arms.

Murong Xue twisted her head twice but to no avail. She could only silently think in her heart that this was not quite what she had imagined.

Song Pingqing really likes the hotel's breakfast. There are many varieties and rich variety. When the hot food goes into his stomach, the originally comfortable morning immediately becomes even more comfortable.

There are not many scenic spots in Nanshi. The most famous one is the pavilion that is included in the Chinese textbook. You can visit it for free after you have memorized it.

"Do you really need to? It's just the ticket price."

Looking at Song Pingqing running to recite the text, Murong Xue's whole body was filled with helplessness.

But what can we do? We should spoil the people we choose.

So when Song Pingqing finished reciting the book and waved to Murong Xue, although Murong Xue had a proud look on her face, she still walked over and recited it.

Once again, it fully demonstrated what it means to say one thing and act another.

Murong Xue: This is the time when my money has been compressed to the least valuable.

Song Pingqing put his arm around her shoulders and said, "When you travel, you have to slow down and experience the world."

"Is memorizing books also a way to experience the world?" Murong Xue argued.

"Of course." Song Pingqing saw a small plastic windmill for children to play with on the roadside, bought one and handed it to Murong Xue, "I bet you didn't play with this when you were a child."

Murong Xue stared at the roller windmill in her hand that was rustling in the wind.

"I've definitely never played it before." Murong Xue nodded seriously, "The games I played when I was a kid weren't as noisy as this."

Song Pingqing laughed: "I thought you would say that the things you played with when you were a child were gold and could not be blown away by the wind."

"It's not that outrageous... You have misunderstood me too deeply."

"No way, this is just like the ancient peasants who thought the emperor would use a golden hoe to hoe the fields."

In a sense, this is also a reverse version of "Why not eat meat?"

After playing until noon and eating local clay pot soup and mixed noodles, the two set out on their journey again.

As soon as she got in the car, Murong Xue yawned: "I'm so sleepy..."

"You ate a lot of carbohydrates, so it's normal to feel sleepy. You can take a nap." Song Pingqing took out a soft blanket and handed it to Murong Xue. "We are four and a half hours' drive from the next city."

"I can chat with you." Murong Xue blinked.

"But our next destination is a city with a rich nightlife, are you sure?" Song Pingqing had already started the car and set off.

"Nightlife?" Murong Xue asked in a strange tone.

"Hmm." Song Pingqing began to name the dishes, "Sugar-oil Baba Stinky Tofu, Scallion Oil Baba Shaved Jelly..."

It was obvious that he had done his homework long ago and was just waiting to get there and eat.

"I don't want to eat stinky tofu!" Murong Xue interrupted immediately, but the reason she gave was, "I can't eat street food."

From childhood to adulthood, the food Murong Xue ate had to go through many selections.

Although Song Pingqing would occasionally find ways to make some street food for her so that she could experience the taste of those things, he also carefully controlled the source of the ingredients to ensure that there would be no problems.

Song Pingqing was skeptical of this reason and jokingly said, "Oh? Is it really just because you don't want to eat at a roadside stall, not because it smells bad?"

"Really." Murong Xue said stubbornly.

Song Pingqing chuckled and said no more.

If she said too much, even if Murong Xue wanted to express her true feelings, she would probably be embarrassed.

Or maybe Song Pingqing understands Murong Xue.

When Murong Xue learned that the hotel could also make stinky tofu, she was completely confused.

Who is she? Where is she? Why is there such down-to-earth food in a hotel of this level?

The waiter was used to Murong Xue's reaction and immediately began to explain:

"Yes, ma'am. In order to provide travelers with a better holiday experience, our hotel has specially incorporated local specialties into the menu. Stinky tofu, a classic delicacy in Shashi, is also on the menu. But don't worry, we will definitely cook it to high standards to ensure food safety and deliciousness."

Murong Xue took a look at the Easter egg that the waiter had specially turned out, and then looked at Song Pingqing who was looking at her with a smile.

"Try it?" Song Pingqing's smiling voice touched Murong Xue's sensitive nerve.

The alarm bells in Murong Xue's mind were ringing: something was wrong, and she felt like she was being cheated.