honey trap

The four of Lin Mitang and his party wandered around the village, but there were no people in every house, and they probably had already gone to work in the fields at this point.

They also saw an ancestral hall in the village. Unlike other villagers' mud and tile houses, this ancestral hall looked very magnificent on the outside.

It's just that the gate is closed, and there are half-decorated paper red plum blossoms outside. The gate is probably only opened during the Red Plum Festival.

Walking around the village was a bit boring, so they walked outside the village.

They also remembered what Lao Mo said, and they didn't dare to go the original way, but chose another mountain road.

The slope of this mountain is very small. There is a flat road along the road, which is probably stepped on by the villagers. There are some unknown mountain flowers blooming on both sides of the road. There is a mountain spring and stream under it. The valley is clean, and the sound of the spring water can almost be heard.

"This water is so comfortable!" Lin Mitang squatted by the small river, rolled up his sleeves and pulled them around twice, then turned around and smiled and wanted to reach out to pull Wen Jiao, "Brother Wen, come and try..."

He was too close to Wen Jiao, and Wen Jiao, a person with a cleanliness habit, let the other party pull him over and play with him.

Li Chongshen's face was ugly, He Wujin was leaning against the tree, although there was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he thought of.

……

The few people played all the way to the afternoon, they were a little hungry, and there happened to be fish in the river here, so they were going to grill a fish to eat.Li Chongshen and Wen Jiao caught fish, He Wujin lit a fire, he asked Lin Mitang to pick some wild fruits.

Lin Mitang nodded and walked into the mountain.

It's just that the wild fruit that can always be seen at ordinary times was not found anywhere when I found it.

Can't go too far, Lin Mitang scratched his head, ready to go back and have a look.

It's just that on the way back, he was pulled by a strong arm and pressed against the tree trunk.

The sky was bright and it was facing the front, Lin Mitang could easily see the man in front of him.

He blinked, looking at the cold look of the man who always smiled in the past, he was a little puzzled, "Brother Wujin, what are you doing?"

He Wuji blocked the person between the big tree and his body, restrained the person with one hand, and squeezed Lin Mitang's chin with the other, "So, Tangtang still knows to call me by my name?"

Although his words were gentle, his eyes were as deep as quicksand.

"What?" Lin Mitang felt that he was a little confused, raised his hand and gently pushed He Wujin, "Brother Wujin, we should go back, otherwise Brother Wen and the others will be worried..."

He Wujin, who was still suppressing his anger at first, was ignited because of this sentence. He raised the hand holding Lin Mitang's chin lightly, looked at each other with downcast eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Do you like Wen Jiao?"

"You, what are you talking about? We are not..." Lin Mitang didn't even care about the pain on his chin, as if his most secret thoughts had been punctured, his face flushed instantly, and he said incoherently: " How is it possible, we are just classmates, just friends..."

As he spoke, he thought that he had kissed him that night, but he was still indifferent to him afterwards... He couldn't help muttering: "Brother Wen doesn't like me..."

The more he behaved like this, the more it meant that He Wujin's guess was right.Even though he cared about all of them, he treated Wen Jiao differently, his eyes could not deceive anyone.

The more He Wujin thought about it, the more angry he felt, but a smile appeared on his face, and he leaned close to Lin Mitang's ear, and said lightly, "Really? Then why did you hear Wen Jiao's voice in the woods last time?" The voice is so obedient? Let others play with it?..."

The ending sound disappeared in his ears, Lin Mitang's eyes widened instantly, and he turned his head to look at him in disbelief, "What do you mean?"

Why did he know what happened that night?What is someone else?

The more Lin Mitang thought about it, the more she trembled, her wet eyes turned red, she bit her lip and stared at him.

The anger in He Wujin's heart finally calmed down a little, but it turned into another anger.

He chuckled lightly, his voice was hoarse, his lips brushed Lin Mitang's ear, and said softly, "Who do you think was in the woods earlier?"

This voice is exactly the same as Wen Jiao.

Lin Mitang turned pale, and said with trembling lips, "So, that night...was you?"

He Wujin didn't answer, but the smile in his black eyes almost acquiesced, and Lin Mitang's pale and ugly face was reflected there.

No wonder Wen Jiao acted so coldly in his overtures... It turned out to be his wishful thinking.

As long as he thinks of his own performance that night, Lin Mitang trembles in embarrassment.

He Wujin had buried his head in kissing his neck, but when he noticed that Lin Mitang's shoulders were shaking, he couldn't help but pause, and looked up to see that he was crying with his eyes open.

"Why? Why are you doing this... Are you happy to see me make a fool of myself..."

The murmur sounded with sobs.

He Wujin's heart suddenly felt a little distressed. He kissed Lin Mitang's eyes, and the trembling eyelashes shed more tears because of the itching.

He Wuzhu moved down, kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "No, that's not the case..."

While breathing heavily, Lin Mitang began to struggle, "Let me go..."

He Wujin's lip was bitten, and he kissed harder.

Until a strong force grabbed his collar from behind and pulled him away.

"He let you go."

The indifferent voice was rarely filled with anger, and Wen Jiao who rushed over pulled He Wujin away, then supported Lin Mitang and pulled him behind him.

He Wujin staggered two steps and then stood firm. He glanced at Wen Jiao and Li Chongshen who looked coldly behind him, and snorted twice, "Why are you here?"

Li Chongshen raised his eyes, looked away from Lin Mitang, looked at He Wujin with a sneer and said, "The fish are all caught, let's see how the two people picking wild fruits are doing?"

Lin Mitang felt sad, he broke away from Wen Jiao's hand, turned around and ran away.

"I'll bring him back, you guys go back." After Wen Jiao left a sentence, he hurriedly chased after him.

The two of them obviously understood that Wen Jiao had made up his mind to explain clearly, so they couldn't help but look ugly.

……

On the other side, Wen Jiao caught up with Lin Mitang, grabbed his hand, and asked bluntly, "Do you like me?"

Lin Mitang was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry at this moment, she kept shaking her head, "I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't want to be like a joke..."

"It's not a joke." Wen Jiao held him in his arms, gently held his face, kissed his forehead, and said seriously: "I like you."

Lin Mitang was stunned, and looked up at him, "Brother Wen, what do you mean?"

Wen Jiao smiled, it was rare for him to smile so softly, even his eyes were filled with warmth like a spring breeze, "I will tell my family clearly what I want to be with Tangtang all the time when I get back."

Lin Mitang couldn't believe it, she didn't bother to wipe away the tears all over her face until she was kissed by the other party.

……

The two talked, and Wen Jiao led Lin Mitang back, even the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be bubbling with sweetness.

It's just that the two of them didn't walk out of the woods until it was dark.

Lin Mitang shivered a little from the cold, and said nervously, "Brother Wen, are we lost?"

"Don't be afraid." Wen Jiao took off the windbreaker and put it on him, holding him in his arms.

After leading him for a few steps, a cold wind blew, mixed with faint whimpering sounds, from far to near, in the dark mountain forest, the ethereal crying made people feel a chill down the spine.

Lin Mitang grabbed Wen Jiao's collar tightly, and tremblingly said, "Brother Wen, is someone crying?"

Sweat also came out of Wen Jiao's forehead. He pressed Lin Mitang's head into his arms to prevent him from looking at it. While looking around vigilantly, he said lightly, "It's the meowing of wild cats..."

It's just that the voice seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.

The author has something to say: Thank you baby~~Jiujiu

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Huaxiehuafei;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: you clamped too tightly 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：虚幻的情感180瓶；玛奇玛想做好女人40瓶；软软饭饭饿饿～、卿年20瓶；倪瓣4瓶；一只片吹2瓶；Z.1瓶；

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