Country love story

Impartially, Xiao Jing was sitting on the lap of the river god, with his chin resting on the shoulder of the river god.From the back, it looks like a hug gesture.

Both of them were naked, and Xiaojing could feel the solid muscles of the other person, and his right hand was pinching his arm.The warm water provides a barrier, but it doesn't help at all.The skin was pressed tightly, as if a weak current flowed into Xiaojing's head.

Both of them were stunned, maintaining this posture for each other, without any response.After a few seconds, Xiao Jing hurriedly got up, put his hand on the river god's chest, but unexpectedly felt a bulge under the palm of his hand.

The God of the River pretended to be surprised and said, "Hey, don't touch it randomly."

Xiaojing stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He tried to get up in a panic, but his legs were too weak to move.

The God of the River teased him: "Can't stand up?"

Xiao Jing gave him a rare look, what sarcastic words are you talking about at this time?While secretly exerting strength on his feet, they kept slipping, and his ankles kept rubbing against the thigh of the river god.

The God of the River looked at the young man sitting on top of him in front of him. He didn't know whether the blush on his face was caused by the heat or shyness. His originally fair skin was also stained with a layer of pink.The young man glared at him, seeming dissatisfied and coquettish.

The River God couldn't laugh anymore.

He put one arm around Xiao Jing's waist, and supported his hip with the other, and stood up steadily.Frightened by the sudden movement, Xiaojing let out a cry of surprise, and subconsciously stretched out his arms to wrap around the neck of the river god.

The river god put the man in his arms on the bank of the water, and when he was about to stand up straight, he realized that his arms were still around his neck.

Xiaojing sat by the pool before he realized it, and immediately withdrew his hand, ignoring the shame, got up and put on the clothes around him.

The River God was no longer in the mood to continue taking a bath, so he shook the water off his body and put on his clothes.

Seeing Xiaojing's awkward hands and feet, Heshen wanted to relieve the weird atmosphere, so he asked, "Are you hungry?"

How could Xiaojing feel whether he was hungry or not, and gods don't need to eat.He shook his head: "I don't feel it."

"Then I will perform a unique skill for you today." The River God said mysteriously.

The God of the River took Xiaojing, who was still wandering away, to the warehouse, and took out a drowned chicken that had been plucked.He pointed with his left hand, made a complicated gesture, and muttered something plausibly.A ball of flame rose from his fingertips and transferred to the ground, and the river god threw the chicken into the fire.

"Wait." He sat on the ground while controlling the amount of fire.

Xiaojing was dumbfounded by his series of operations, and also slightly forgot what happened just now.

After a while, the aroma of chicken came, mixed with the burnt aroma of the crispy skin.

River God tore off two chicken legs, held them in his hands, and handed the remaining half of the chicken to Xiao Jing, "Eat more."

"Give it all to me?" Xiao Jing said a little excitedly as he took the crippled chicken.

"Well, it's all yours."

"Thank you, you are so kind to me. But you can't get enough of this?"

Facing Xiaojing's clear and moving gaze, Heshen actually felt a little bit guilty.He only likes to eat chicken legs, usually chicken body meat is given to Xiaoqian.

He curled his lips and pretended to be generous: "It's okay, you grow up, eat more."

The God of the River took a bite of the chicken leg, and began to complain habitually: "This human is really, can you do your homework before the sacrifice. I don't know that the God of the River is also a human being, so he doesn't eat raw food?"

"The chickens and ducks thrown down every time are raw. I have to roast them myself. Do you know how scarce fire resources are at the bottom of the river!"

"It was even more extreme last year. I just threw a cow down. I am so thin and small, how can I kill a cow?"

Xiaojing recalled the strong biceps he touched just now, and the powerful arm of the river god, and his face blushed silently again.

He swallowed hard and asked, "Then what happened to that cow?"

"Of course I ate it, what a waste if I don't eat it?" River God answered as a matter of course.

"Actually, you can tell them in a dream." Xiao Jing thought for a while and suggested.

The God of the River slapped his head and shouted: "Why didn't I think of it! Sure enough, I stayed at the bottom of the river for so long that I couldn't move my mind."

As he said that, he pinched Xiaojing's face with oily hands, "Xiaojing, thanks for reminding me."