Poor little in the Shura field

There is no need to deal with Song Rongxun, Xueyu is simply comfortable.

Let him be awkward for a while, and go to him again in a few days.

Xue Yu returned to the old house and entered the kitchen first.

Having been here for so long, Xue Yu has hardly eaten good food. Unlike other adobe houses in the ancient house, there are firewood stoves, and the kitchen utensils are relatively advanced.

But the stockpiled food is too little, Xueyu can eat only a limited amount.

Finally, he sat down at the dining table with a bowl of hot porridge in his hands, and when he raised his eyelids, he caught a glimpse of the man sitting opposite him, with his chin resting on his right hand, looking at Xueyu with interest, and the ever-changing smile on his lips. smile.

No matter how you look at it, it's like hiding a knife in a smile.

Xue Yu showed her proficient acting skills with a small face, pretending that she didn't see Qi Chen, these days he was completely able to pretend that Qi Chen didn't exist.

He picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of the fresh and smooth porridge. Before he could put it in his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

Xue Yu put down the spoon, got up and went to open the door, there was Song Rongxun at the door.

Pursing off the luster on her lips, Xue Yu wasn't as enthusiastic as before, she rubbed the doorknob with her fingertips, she didn't even want to see him very much, and asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

Song Rongxun's mouth twitched at his unprecedented tone.

Not only the tone, but even the patience is much less: "It's okay, I'm closing the door."

"……Have."

Song Rongxun lightly closed his long and straight eyelashes, as if he had made a lot of determination to come here, and said in a stiff voice: "I didn't mean not to let you go today, I will go out later."

Xue Yu lightly raised her eyebrows: "Then why didn't you say that just now?"

The corners of Song Rongxun's mouth were tense again, he didn't answer the question, but instead said: "I'm leaving, if you want to come back tomorrow."

He seemed to come here just to say these few words, and he didn't listen to what Xue Yu said, what was his face before he came, and what was his face after he left.

Xue Yu was silent, closed the door and went back to the dining table. From the corner of her eye, Qi Chen's smile deepened, and he looked at him with interest.

...Little widow is very powerful.

You don't need to do anything, Gougou will let someone come to the door in person.

Not only Song Rongxun, but also that kid from the Cheng family.

The corners of Qi Chen's lips twitched, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Xue Yu kept her eyes on the whole time, sipping the porridge, feeling it was too hot, she blew on it while drinking, took a few sips, and shouted in her mind: "Tong, why do I feel that Qi Chen is so nervous when he sees me and Song Yuxun together?" There is no reaction, and the plot is wrong again?"

System: [No, he was staring at the door just now, probably watching the protagonist suffer. 】

Xue Yu quietly drank the porridge, and there was a ghost sitting beside her, she didn't dare to move her eyes: "Then why is he still laughing, shouldn't he be angry?"

The system was quiet for a moment and said: 【Have you ever heard of facial paralysis?Since there is facial paralysis, there is laughter paralysis. 】

Xue Yu: "..." That's outrageous.

After finishing the porridge, Xue Yu put the bowl in the kitchen, talked nonsense with the system, and then went back to her room to take a nap.

Maybe it was because he was woken up by the chicken in the morning and didn't sleep well, Xueyu fell asleep a bit late this time, if it wasn't for the knock on the door, he probably could have slept until the next morning.

Her head was still a little confused, Xue Yu squinted her eyes for a while, then put on her shoes and went downstairs to open the door.

There is a thick black shadow in front of his eyes, the person has broad shoulders and narrow waist, the muscles under the clothes are well-defined, and the arms that often swing a hoe are sharp. The person is a bit rough, but he looks very powerful.

It makes the already delicate city people even more delicate.

Xue Yu froze for a moment, then she was fully awake: "What are you doing here?"

Cheng Chi touched the pinna: "I have something to ask you, can I go in?"

Xue Yu leaned against the door, thinking of the ghost surnamed Qi with a weird smile inside, afraid that honest people would be targeted, so she refused without much hesitation: "No."

Cheng Chi was visibly disappointed.

Xue Yu was unmoved, and hooked the man's abdominal muscles with his slender fingertips. Immediately, he was uncomfortable rubbed by the linen clothes. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I told you, who am I? Why do you still come to me, you are not afraid of being cheated by me?"

Cheng Chi's shoulders tightened, and he stared blankly at the finger on his body. He didn't want to push it away. His throat slid down, and he replied, "...not afraid."

Xue Yu quickly withdrew her finger, as if she disliked the smell of a vulgar man, her small face was extremely indifferent: "Forget it, you have nothing worth lying to me about, what's the matter?"

Cheng Chi recalled the soft touch on his stomach, and after a few seconds, he said in a muffled voice, "Can you find a quiet place to talk?"

……

evening.

The sky is a little darker, and it is no longer as dry and hot as in the daytime. The brook is gurgling, and it is quite peaceful and leisurely in the pastoral countryside.

In the grove surrounded by a fence not far from the old house, Xue Yu frowned lightly, looking at the strong and tall man in front of him, and a wad of brand-new bills in his hand.

Picking up the slender eye ends, those charming eyes raised up: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Chi had been working in the town for a day. He was afraid that the picky little widow would think he smelled bad, so he took a shower before coming here. His half-wet hair was still dripping, which made his eyes dark and shiny. He looked at the petite The young man sent the money forward again: "Here you are."

The stack of money was all new bills, with some bad-smelling engine oil on the edges, and it should be a few thousand less by eye count.

"All for me?"

"Ah."

... Is this person being taken advantage of?

I have worked hard to earn money for several days, and I guess I still have the money I saved before, so just give it to him, what are you trying to do?

Xue Yu didn't have the hobby of bullying honest people, so she didn't answer, and asked with slightly squinted eyes: "You don't use the money you earn, so why give it to me, it's too much money to burn?"

Cheng Chi's hand holding the money didn't move, and he stretched it out blankly, and the other rough hand grasped it into a fist: "I heard from Song Yuxun that you went to his house to turn on the air conditioner. He asked you to do it for a while." Air conditioner, you can let him kiss your finger."

"I don't have air-conditioning in my house, but I can give you money, can you let me kiss you too?"

Xue Yu didn't expect this to be the reason at all, she was stunned, and blurted out without thinking: "...finger?"

Cheng Chi wiped the water from his resolute face, and said vaguely, "No."

The clumsy man in hemp clothes was thinking about something, his eyes moved randomly for a few seconds, and finally stopped firmly somewhere, his eyes were hot.

Following his line of sight, one can see two delicate lips that seem to be soaked in sweet juice. They are bright red and plump, with small beads, and the taste is very good at first glance.

Cheng Chi is stupid, but he is very clear in some aspects.

must be equivalent.

He wants to kiss somewhere else.

Even if the little widow's mouth may have been kissed to death by others, he still wants to kiss.

He promised that he would be very light and would not hurt Xue Yu.

Xue Yu: "..."

I thought this person gave up, but it turned out that his mind was still full of these things.

How did someone like Cheng Chi come out of this closed and feudal village?

The village is backward but not completely isolated from the outside world. Cheng Chi knows that homosexuality is not uncommon, but not only accepts it, but also wants to kiss him, and even wants to pay a lot of money to kiss him. Which honest and honest person can do it?

Xue Yu felt strange, subconsciously licked her lips, and saw Cheng Chi's throat rolling along with it.

The man's eyes were fiery, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next second, scaring Xue Yu so much that his heart trembled. Cheng Chi was too tall, his muscles were strong and unadulterated, and his torso was full of strength. If he wanted to do something here, he could do anything. nothing.

Cheng Chi's mind is indeed filled with the sexy images of sucking and biting the little widow now, his abs are hardened, but he still stays where he is, he knows that he is clumsy, and if he moves around, the delicate city people will definitely be afraid.

He rubbed the money with his rough fingertips, his voice was muffled, and he asked cautiously as if he wanted to beg for food: "If you don't think it's enough, I'll earn more, okay?"

Seeing that he wouldn't act recklessly, Xue Yu reluctantly let go, pursed her lips incomprehensibly for a second, and said in a blunt tone: "It's not a matter of earning more, I'm a man, do you understand, your family is waiting for you It’s passed down from generation to generation.”

And he didn't provoke Cheng Chi, why did he suddenly want to kiss him...

"They don't care about me."

"That's not OK."

Cheng Chi was very stubborn, his face fell down, and he still didn't forget to say reluctantly: "Song Ruoxun is also a man, and you let him kiss you too, why can't he kiss me?"

Xue Yu: "..."

Cheng Chi's words made Xue Yu's face and neck a little red, why did this man say a few kisses, he was really sick.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Xue Yu didn't want to waste any more time, and simply confronted him: "I don't like your type, okay?"

The man's hair was completely dry, and his body smelled of common soap locust. Seeing that Xue Yu was sweating from the heat, and his wet forehead hair stuck to his temples, he lowered his head and took out the clean tissue that he carried with him and handed it to Xue Yu, and then said in a low voice. : "I heard they said that your husband is not like Song Yuxun at all, you just lied to me."

...Why do you listen to such trivial matters.

Xue Yu took a few deep breaths, her small face indifferent: "You keep the money for yourself, if you really like a man, go to the city to find it yourself."

There are many mosquitoes in summer, if you don't bite rough skin and thick flesh, Xueyu bites him. He has already been bitten several times, and his two collarbones are scratched with red spots, which is very miserable.

Cheng Chi wanted to pry out from Xue Yu's mouth how to kiss him, seeing how red his delicate and tender skin was, he could only swallow the nonsense back into his stomach.

I thought to myself, there should still be not enough money.

Is it possible to kiss if you earn a little more?

Cheng Chi clenched the money in his hand and thought about it.

The top priority now is to quickly install an air conditioner at home, so that the little widow can be tricked into coming home.

It will be much more convenient to coax a kiss at that time.

……

On the path outside the fence, a slender figure slowly approached.

It was Song Rongxun who had just come back from the town. When Song's father's store was short of manpower, he was often asked to help.

Business was good today, so he was not allowed to leave until the evening, and it was already dinner time when he came back.

Song Rongxun took a shortcut. This road was opened up by the villagers to save trouble. The road is still potholed and seldom used by people.

So when he saw someone inside the fence, he was a little taken aback.

Covered by trees, Song Rongxun could not see his face, only two pairs of legs with different skin colors.

The two darker ones are strong and strong, while the other two are thin and straight, with pink and white knee bends, and the calves are stretched without much flesh, slender and very attractive.

Song Rongxun's eyelids twitched.

He was so familiar with the hands that he had kissed and embraced him, so he almost didn't need to think about it, knowing that it was the little widow who specialized in seducing men.

And the wild husband with whom he met privately was Cheng Chi, whom he had played with since he was a child.

When did the two of them get so close?

Song Rongxun remembered what happened two days ago.

No wonder Cheng Chi, who was a taciturn person that day, took the initiative to keep Pei Xueyu as a guest. It turns out that they still have this relationship.

It turns out that Pei Xueyu didn't just treat him like that...

But can Pei Xueyu bear it?

Although Cheng Chi is clumsy, he is tall and strong and loves to use brute force. How can the little widow stand under his heavy pressure?

He didn't even have the strength to grab the man's arm.

Song Rongxun's face was extremely gloomy, and he took great steps, as if he believed that the two of them were doing dirty things, and he didn't want to watch more.

Who knew what the two were doing, obscured by the bushes?

Probably kissing.

Song Rongxun walked forward with big strides, and before he got out of the fence path, he ran into the protagonist who had been thinking about in his mind.

Large patches of white poured into the fundus of the eyes, and some red spots were distributed above the two collarbones. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the plump lips were a little swollen, which made the small face lively and fragrant.

Xue Yu lowered her face and scratched her neck, and suddenly heard Song Rongxun's flat voice: "What's wrong with your neck."

Rubbing the red spot with her slender fingers, Xue Yu said slowly: "I was bitten, and it still itch."

He didn't hide it, just said it directly.

Song Rongxun's face darkened again, and he couldn't even speak to the promiscuous little widow: "How could you do this, you..."

Xue Yu's tail tone softly picked: "Huh?"

Song Rongxun remembered how the two of them were so close together, gritted his teeth lightly, his jaw curved smoothly, and said in a low voice: "You hugged me, how can you be like other people...how can you let others bite you .”

Xue Yu was completely confused.

What did you say.

Xue Yu glanced at the fence next to him, squinted her eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly realized that Song Yuxun had seen him and Cheng Chi, and overcompensated, thinking that Cheng Chi had bitten his neck.

Scratching the itchy spot on her skin lightly, Xue Yu raised her eyelashes and stared at Song Yuxun: "Why not? You and I just hugged and didn't kiss. Our relationship is so serious that I can't let others touch me to the extent?"

... This little widow really has a bad temper.

Whenever he felt that Pei Xueyu was bad enough, he could always do worse things.

The good boy who lived in a small rural area since he was a child has never even been in love. He has never met someone like Pei Xueyu, and he is so angry that he can't speak.

Song Rongxun's expression was tense, and he wanted to tell Xue Yu not to come to him in the future, but he couldn't say it when he saw that face.

Xue Yu's arms snaked up to the man's neck, and then hung down around the back of his neck. The neckline opened down with the movement, revealing a snow-white pool: "What's the matter, are you jealous? If you want, You can too."

The full lips opened a small slit, and turned up to him, as if asking for a kiss: "You can bite me too."

That hand seemed to have been soaked in water, it was strangely soft, and the pretty face was gorgeous, like a demon or a fairy.

Song Rongxun was angry that he was at this time. Seeing Xue Yu standing on tiptoe and looking a little uncomfortable, and bent over with a heart covered in lard, he pursed his lips, as if he could hear the sound of his own teeth chattering in anger: "...you spoil yourself like that."

The little widow pursed his lower lip indifferently: "Yeah, I'm very busy, don't bite me and hurry to see others."

Xue Yu just wants to lower the hatred value of the protagonist here, he knows that people in small rural areas are conservative in their thinking, and it is impossible to be ambiguous with someone who has no confirmed relationship, let alone a man.

Song Rongxun can be regarded as the person with the most knowledge and the widest acceptance of external things in this small place. He knows more than the real people, but it is impossible for him to make out with a widow whose husband just died.

Song Rongxun's arms were tense, and he picked out two words keenly from his words.

other people.

Not only him, not only Cheng Chi, but also others.

How many men does he see every day?

Is it that busy?How many people in the village did he take a fancy to?

Seeing Song Rongxun's expression as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, Xue Yu felt that he had gone too far, so she quickly put down her hand.

Just as he was about to say that he was going back, his neck was caught off guard by a wet and itchy touch. The person buried in the socket of his neck was biting unambiguously like a beast being driven.

Xue Yu didn't expect that he would really dare to bite her, her shoulders trembled delicately, but the words were spoken by herself, no matter how rough Song Rongxun sucked him, he couldn't push her away.

The little widow had a hard and sensitive mouth, biting his own lip, but still couldn't help panting, he stretched out his macaroni fingers to push Song Yuxun, and the next moment, even his fingertips were caught by him.

Xue Yu's legs were so weak that she couldn't stand, and she couldn't pull her fingers back, her voice was trembling with anger: "Okay, okay, are you finished..."