Poor little in the Shura field

In the early morning, the chickens raised by farmers in the village clucked and clucked one after another, disturbing people's life.

Xue Yu was so disturbed that she couldn't fall asleep and could only wake up.

He dragged his mushy head and walked heavily towards the bathroom. When he touched the doorknob, he suddenly saw that the door of the room was open.

But he remembered that it was closed yesterday. He has the problem of not being able to sleep without closing the door or the window. How could it not be closed?

Xue Yu frowned slightly, absently took down the tooth cup placed by the washstand, pursed her lips and brushed her teeth slowly.

Taking a mouthful of water and about to spit it out, Xue Yu suddenly swept across the smudged mirror, and there was a very tall figure standing behind him.

Maybe 1.9 meters or taller, wearing a knitted turtleneck sweater in summer, with handsome and tender features, slightly long hair on the back of the neck, eyelids carelessly closed, and a chilly feeling on his body , like noblemen depicted in ancient centuries.

Xue Yu is beautiful, but sometimes she is very coy and persistent in certain aspects, such as not wearing revealing clothes when there is no one at home, and locking the door after entering the bathroom for a while.

Even brushing your teeth.

He glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, then at the tall figure in the mirror, his expression became numb.

Everyone in Xueyu was in a bad mood, and called out the system: "How did Qi Chen get in?"

System: [He is a ghost and has no entity. 】

That is to say, everything in the old house has no blocking effect on Qi Chen, wherever he wants to go and what he wants to do, he can come in as long as he wants.

Xue Yu's cheeks were hot, and she was frightened: "...Then what if I'm taking a bath?"

The system was silent for a few seconds this time, and then spoke in a strange tone: [They are all men, if I don't even close the door, what are you afraid of? 】

Xue Yu: "..."

Your speech is really perverted.

Xueyu's eyelashes curled up slightly, and he continued to rinse his mouth pretending that he didn't see anything unusual. He looked good on the surface, but he was actually making a systematic and familiar condition to the good old man: "I don't care, you have to make sure that he is not there when I take a shower, otherwise I'm lazy today and don't take the plot."

Among so many hosts bound by the fast travel game, Xue Yu is the first one who is so delicate and loves to make all kinds of demands.

He was the only one who threatened the system by not working.

【…】

But the system really had nothing to do with him, so it was quiet for a moment and said: 【Okay. 】

In the small bathroom crammed with one person and one ghost, there was an inexplicable gust of wind, Xue Yu froze even the movement of brushing her teeth, slightly raised her eyelashes, and glanced at the bathroom mirror again.

Qi Chen still stood there without moving, raised his brows lightly, and cast his scrutinizing eyes on Xue Yu, who raised her slender waist in front of her, from her pink shoulders, to her thin spine, and then to her loosely wrapped waist middle.

Are you polite? What are you looking at...

Xue Yu folded her knees uncomfortably, buried her head and was about to speed up her teeth brushing, when Qi Chen behind her suddenly stretched out a hand, with two slender fingers curled up, he flicked the button next to the washstand maliciously and maliciously. toothpaste.

The toothpaste fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Xueyu was a certain distance away from the toothpaste, and in the eyes of outsiders, it fell by itself without any external force.

The reaction of normal people after seeing this scene should be related to fear, Xue Yu also showed appropriate panic, and the confusion on his face was beyond words.

Qi Chen hooked the corners of his lips, and laughed lightly, as if he thought his expression was very interesting.

Is this the kind of disgusting man?

It's quite cute.

Cold fingers, like sticky snake letters, lightly touched Xue Yu's shoulder, Qi Chen seemed very interested, and called out with a smile: "Little widow."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xue Yu had never seen such a boring ghost before. While scolding Qi Chen for being idle, she washed her face in vain, and went out without even picking up toothpaste, acting like a person who was frightened by supernatural phenomena Same.

……

The walls on both sides of the Qingshi alley are facing each other, and several people are sitting together in the shade, holding cattail fans in their hands, chatting with each other.

There are no major events in the village, the only thing worth talking about is the strange incident that happened in the old house a few years ago, which they have repeatedly chewed on for several years without getting tired of it.

Especially after Xue Yu moved in, they chatted more frequently.

"That thing is mysterious. Before the man went in, he was very well-behaved. After staying there for a long time, he went crazy, scratching his neck and yelling. I saw it once. I was so scared that I didn't sleep well for two nights. Fortunately, you didn't Watch."

"Oh, I've heard you say it so many times. Now I see that the house is full of evil spirits, but tell me, will people from the city go crazy if they live there?"

"It's hard to say... Shhh, he's here."

Not far away, the beautiful city people still kept their deaf ears to the outside world, with a haughty attitude, as if they looked down on these country bumpkins, and it would be unseemly to talk to them.

Several people looked at each other awkwardly, and chatted about other things in a haha: "This summer is so hot."

"That's right, the ground is steaming. We only have air-conditioning in Song's house. I'm so envious."

air conditioner?

Xue Yu slowed down and quietly pricked up her ears to listen.

"There's nothing to be envious of. That thing is a waste of electricity. Lao Song bought it and never used it a few times throughout the year. It was also a drought that year, and it was so hot that it was turned on for a short while, and it was turned off in a few minutes."

"It's natural to be calm and cool. Their family is like this. Let's not even think about our conditions."

Xue Yu narrowed her eyes and wiped the sweat off her flesh, then licked her red lips thoughtfully.

I originally wanted to go to the river, but now I suddenly want to change the route.

He remembered that in the plot sent to him by the system, the original owner went to Song Rongxun's house to find an opportunity for him to turn on the air conditioner, and took the opportunity to seduce him.

……

A few minutes later, there was another knock on Song's door.

Song Rongxun stared at the overly coquettish little widow in front of him, raised his flabby eyebrows, and said defensively, "Borrowing water again?"

The end of Xue Yu's eyes moved, and she pursed her lower lip: "Can't I come to you if I don't borrow money?"

In order to prevent him from closing the door, that limp hand reached for his arm first, Xue Yu blinked her eyes, and hummed meaningfully: "It's so hot."

In the summer, Xue Yu has a body that is afraid of the cold and dislikes the heat. She sweats a little on her soft shoulders and shiny neckline, like dew condensed on the petals of a lotus.

I didn't want him to come in.

Somehow, when he realized it, Song Rongxun had already turned sideways to let Xue Yu in.

Contrary to what the group of people said, Song Rongxun's house was breezy and cool, and the air conditioner was definitely not just turned on for a while.

The air conditioner is in the study room, Xue Yu is sitting on a stool very close to the air blower, after blowing it, she will feel alive, and her expression will be relaxed.

No matter how insensitive Song Rongxun was, he also knew that this delicate little widow came because of his greed for the air conditioner in his house, not because of him.

Song Rongxun was in a moody mood, both happy and a little uncomfortable.

I just came to turn on the air conditioner, so I should leave after a while.

Song Rongxun sat back in front of the still warm stool, forced himself to concentrate, and turned the pages of the booklet full of numbers.

However, he glanced at what was written on it thoughtfully, and before turning the next page, two vine-like hands climbed up from behind, accompanied by that strange natural fragrance, and the little widow Sweet voice: "What are you looking at?"

Song Rongxun's pupils contracted for a moment, and it took him several seconds to realize what had happened due to his blunted brain nerves. He glanced slightly stiffly at the two hands hanging on his chest, and said in a tight voice: "... ledger."

Song Rongxun's family opened a shop, selling some strange things, and Song's father often asked him to verify the account books.

Leaning on his shoulder with that hand, he casually flipped through the books on the table, Xue Yu seemed to praise sincerely: "That's amazing, do the numbers here refer to net profit?"

Song Rongxun only felt a restless softness behind him, his neck was stiff and he didn't dare to move casually, he gave a perfunctory hum in reply, and frowned again: "Relax and sit down."

Xue Yu didn't move, her charming eyes curved like crescent moons: "Why, you don't like me?"

The voice is delicate and soft, and the delicate body with a delicate fragrance is next to him. He has obviously been loved by a man, but his whole body is full of innocence. His fingertips are pink, and he is deliberately touching his ears, as if inviting others to come and go with him. bed.

Song Rongxun's forehead twitched, he grabbed Xue Yu's hand, and moved it away with some strength: "Pei Xueyu, don't go too far."

He simply wanted Xue Yu not to get so close to him, and he didn't use that much force, but he didn't expect to poke a hornet's nest.

The little widow was not only bad-hearted, but also delicate. It hurt to be caught by him, and he was obviously unhappy. He pursed his lips and said, "I didn't do anything. How dare you hate me so much?"

The ledger held in Song Rongxun's hands was wrinkled by him, and he subconsciously said, "I didn't..."

"nothing?"

"I don't hate you, we are neighbors, you didn't do anything to make me hate, I just don't think it's right."

Xue Yu thought it was a bit funny that he couldn't argue, so she calmed down a bit, squinted her eyes and said, "Why is it wrong?"

Song Rongxun pursed his thin lips and remained silent. He had maintained the same posture since just now, with his body upright.

Xue Yu didn't care, and suddenly changed the topic: "Do you like men or women?"

Song Rongxun froze, but answered every question: "...girl."

Of course Xue Yu didn't believe it, but she didn't expose him, she just said: "Why can't it be like this between the two men? It's because you think too much. If you think it's me, you should avoid suspicion. The essence is to discriminate against me."

"No……"

"No?"

Xue Yu supported the edge of the table with one hand, and lazily raised the other hand, and put her fingertips in front of Song Rongxun as if teasing a house dog, but her tone was very soft: "Then if you don't hate me, you can Kiss me."

He was letting him kiss his fingers.

The unexpected development caused Song Rongxun's body to heat up, even under the lowest temperature air conditioner, it was hard to ignore the heat.

Seeing that he was not moving, Xue Yu's voice had a thin nasal tone, which made people's hearts soften involuntarily: "I don't want to? It seems that I still hate me."

Song Rongxun didn't seem to be able to listen to the word hate, and breathed slightly, he said: "No, this kind of thing is usually only done by close people, we are not yet."

Xue Yu stretched out her hand a little tired, put it down and rubbed it: "Who said that? Are your thoughts too pedantic? This kind of thing is very common in our city. It is to express friendship, and you can only do it when you are close. It's just that kind of thing."

Song Rongxun hesitated and whispered: "...Really?"

Xue Yu approached him the moment his tone loosened, her moist and beautiful eyes blinked, and she became even more seductive. Song Rongxun heard him say: "I won't lie to you, just kiss me, I want you to kiss me ,OK?"

The small face looked fragile and full of pleading, and the whispered words were all tiny hooks.

A strange fragrance wafted through the tip of his nose, Song Rongxun was slightly startled, and the hand in front of him moved up again.

Xue Yu was carefully raised by rich people in the city, her hands have no calluses at all, they are thin and white, the roots are like carved jade, and they are born to be cared for carefully.

Song Rongxun's throat rolled slowly, and after a few seconds of ideological struggle, he slowly held the bewitching hand.

The person who said yesterday that he would never like Pei Xueyu is like smashing his feet at this moment, he can't even spare the energy to think about how absurd this matter is, how it doesn't fit his personality, so he covered his eyelids and gently touched that person with his thin lips. A long, slender finger.

Song Rongxun found a reasonable explanation for his behavior.

Pei Xueyu said that this is what people in the city often do.

It would be strange if he didn't.

He didn't want Pei Xueyu to feel that he was nondescript.

Song Rongxun lowered his head, Xueyu saw that he no longer looked at her, and became ashamed.

... so speechless.

What kind of bloody plot and bloody lines is this.

Xue Yu stretched out her fingers in embarrassment, resisting numbness and letting Song Rongxun kiss.

Song Rongxun basically sticks to his knuckles very well-behaved and obediently, and doesn't do other superfluous things, but his breath is very hot and humid, so Xueyu almost couldn't hold back to grab his hair, no longer Seeing the strange scene of her finger being kissed, Xue Yu blushed and looked out the window.

But he didn't know what he saw, his whole delicate and soft body trembled in shock, his eyelashes trembled pitifully.

Song Rongxun's house is a one-story building, and the window faces a field ridge that can't be seen.

The green grass is verdant, the farmers are working hard, and the fields are becoming more and more alive under their reclamation. The farmers wearing bamboo hats are divided into two groups, one group is throwing ripe vegetables into bamboo baskets, and the other group is cultivating crops.

In addition, he also saw Cheng Chi from that window, holding a hoe full of dirt in his hand, and he didn't know when he stopped to do farm work.

The man in a rough coat and short skirts stuck his neck, as if he was infatuated, his motionless eyes were burning, he looked at the extremely seductive little widow who was climbing on Song Yuxun's body, at the slender slender hair that was kissed pale pink finger.

For a moment, I wanted to rush in and taste what it was like.

It must be very sweet.

The little widow even smelled delicious.

The fingers are definitely sweet too.

Cheng Chi's dazed stare made Xue Yu's whole face turn red immediately. He could maintain a frivolous and coquettish personality in front of Song Rongxun according to the system's requirements, but it didn't mean he wanted others to see him.

Withdrawing that damp finger, Xue Yu resisted her trembling voice, pretending to be calm and said: "...Come on, close the curtain."

Song Rongxun followed his gaze and saw Cheng Chi.

Seeing Xueyu's unnatural expression, Song Rongxun didn't dare to neglect, got up and nodded towards Cheng Chi, and then pulled the thin curtains on both sides to the middle.

The room darkened, blocking Cheng Chi's fiery and uncomfortable sight.

……

The gaze of the uninvited guest interrupted the beauty of the room.

Xue Yu blushed, and wiped her wet light-white fingertips with a tissue.

Seeing his silence, Song Rongxun thought that he was very concerned about being seen, and said in a low voice stupidly: "I don't know where he is, usually their family only comes out to work in the afternoon."

Only Cheng Chi's land is the closest to them. They have to go shopping in the town during the day, and only come to the field to do farm work in the afternoon. I don't know why today is ahead of schedule.

Xue Yu threw the tissue in the trash can, and was about to say something when there was a powerful knock on the door.

Song Rongxun frowned, and got up to open the door after a while.

The person who came was Cheng Chi, carrying a basket of things in his strong arms, talking to Song Yuxun, but kept glancing inside.

Like looking for someone.

Song Rongxun frowned again, and reminded him a second time: "Aren't you coming in yet?"

Cheng Chi was finally called back to his senses by him, and he replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Cheng Chi's family has a very close relationship with Song's father, and they used to come here often as guests. The two families are very close, and Cheng Chi usually calls Song Yuxun his elder brother.

The not-so-spacious study room was crammed with three people in an instant, Xue Yu raised her eyes and glanced over, only to see Cheng Chi staring at her like a wolf like a tiger, just like outside just now, with no intention of hiding it at all.

... What are you looking at, does he have gold on him?

Xue Yu felt annoyed, so she turned her face away.

Song Rongxun actually didn't need to explain to Xue Yu, but when he came in he said uncontrollably: "He said he was tired from work and wanted to come in and sit for a while."

Xue Yu nodded lightly: "Then I'll go first."

He didn't even look at Cheng Chi, he put on his habitual attitude of disliking the poor and loving the rich in front of outsiders, deliberately retreating far away from Cheng Chi, and before he reached the door, he was stopped by Cheng Chi.

Xue Yu thought for a moment that this person wanted to beat him.

Cheng Chi is a serious farmer. The muscles in his arms and a few abdominal muscles are very obvious without clothes on. He is as tall and strong as an iron horse, completely different from a delicate and white person like Xue Yu. are two species.

Then put on the look of staring straight at people, it really looks like you are going to hit someone.

Xue Yu slightly pursed her lips and looked at him, her face was a little pale.

But Cheng Chi seems to be quite capable of bluffing people, with a vicious look, but he doesn't know how to get along with Xue Yu, who seems to be able to swallow a mouthful, and his words are lame and incoherent: "I picked a few fruits, fresh Yes, you stay and eat together."

"Fruit?" Xue Yu was slightly stunned, and then saw the bright red fruit with dewdrops in the bamboo basket on the ground.

Cheng Chi touched the tip of his nose: "Well, I picked it on the mountain this morning, and it should be rare there."

Xue Yu was greedy for the air conditioner, so she didn't really want to leave at first, seeing Cheng Chi give him the steps, she went along with the flow and said to Song Rongxun, "I'll leave later, is that okay?"

Song Rongxun raised his lower eyelids, and said "um" in a deep voice.

Cheng Chi's gaze never moved away, since entering the study, it has stuck to Xue Yu's body like glue.

so cute.

He never thought that Xue Yu was like this.

Before meeting Xue Yu, he imagined Xue Yu as a vicious, mean, ugly widow who only knows how to play tricks based on the villagers' descriptions.

It is not the same as the beautiful, fragrant and soft person in front of him.

He is prettier than everyone Cheng Chi has ever seen before, very likable, like a fragile bouquet, he is born to be pampered in the house, and he can give him whatever he wants.

Cheng Chi thought so, and couldn't help diverging his thoughts, thinking bitterly of Xue Yu's appearance of letting Song Rongxun kiss him.

He has only been here for a long time, and he and Song Rongxun are very affectionate, and they are still so close.

I don't know if I've done anything more intimate before.

And why did you let Song Rongxun kiss you and be so rude to him?

It seems like he doesn't like him very much.

They are both peasants in the countryside, so why should they be treated differently?

Xue Yu didn't know the twists and turns in Cheng Chi's mind, he bent over slightly, a little greedy for the basket of fruit, but his skin was not thick enough for that, and he didn't have the nerve to reach out to take it.

Cheng Chi was overwhelmed by the scent, Xue Yu was wearing thin clothes in summer, her white and tender hands and feet were exposed, and the scent was hard to hide.

His arm muscles tightened, like a stupefied green man, he picked a fleshy one with his big rough palm and handed it to Xue Yu, afraid that the people in the city would be picky, he deliberately said: "It's clean. "

Xue Yu said thank you, and just about to take it, the other party took the fruit away again, he raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Huh?"

Cheng Chi's ears felt numb at the end, and he stammered, "My hands are dirty, I'll wash them again."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Xue Yu was not used to being washed by others, so he took the fruit from Cheng Chi, asked Song Rongxun where it was, and went to the kitchen.

As soon as the faucet was turned on, footsteps came from behind. It was Cheng Chi, who also came to wash the fruit.

Xue Yu withdrew his gaze lightly, and concentrated on washing the one on his hand. The sound of dripping water sounded next to him one after another. Cheng Chi carefully washed and rubbed the peel with his rough palm. The muscles in his arms were puffed up due to the force. Can't help but glance at Xue Yu.

"Are you spiced?"

Xue Yu: "?"

Cheng Chi was afraid that he would not be able to hear him, so he turned off the faucet, his dark eyes fixed on Xue Yu's face: "My sister said that people in the city usually wear spices on their bodies."

Xue Yu: "..."

Still thinking it wasn't enough, he added: "You smell more fragrant than the bottle of spices my sister bought."

Snow is numb.

Talk a lot, this man.

Xue Yu shut her mouth tightly and pretended to be dumb, pretending she didn't hear it.

But whether Cheng Chi didn't understand what he meant or something, he was silent for a while, and then asked something more outrageous: "Did you and Song Yuxun kiss, before I saw it."

This question is actually a bit out of line, but he is eager to know if the relationship between the two has not stopped at the finger.

Xue Yu was dumbfounded by his question, and after a while, she said impatiently with a sullen face, "Are you caring too much? What does this kind of thing have to do with you?"

Cheng Chi had a stupid mouth and couldn't speak, so he didn't mean to anger him by asking that question.

But Xue Yu's temper has deteriorated visibly with the naked eye, and her relaxed attitude towards him just now has turned bad again.

Xue Yu flicked the drops of water from his hands, and was about to go out with the fruit, when Cheng Chi behind him suddenly made a sound, as if he had just learned how to speak, he called out a little jerky: "Xue Yu."

Xue Yu was so annoyed, but she still stopped and raised her indifferent beautiful eyes to look at him, those eyes seemed to be able to speak, asking him vividly, what else is the matter.

The rough and tall man swallowed slowly, looked at the delicate and weak widow, and asked as if he was asking a difficult question that he wanted to know.

"How can I kiss you like Song Rongxun did just now?"

Not just kisses.

...and wanted to love and fuck him as much as his dead husband did.