Poor little in the Shura field

Xue Yu woke up once in the middle.

He was still so sleepy that he could barely make out what was going on around him with his chaotic brain. He was lying on an earthen kang with mud walls from east to west, his belly was covered with a thin blanket, and beside his pillow was Cheng Chi's daytime clothes. The rough coat that he soiled.

Soon he realized that this was Cheng Chi's bed.

The stupid country farmer is very careful, afraid that Xue Yu will not sleep well, so he put the soft little man in the place where he has slept, seeing the little widow's face against his pillow, and his flat stomach covered his blanket.

Sticking so close to his things, obediently, like his sweet wife.

Cheng Chi swallowed, knowing that Xue Yu would be angry if he said it, so he dared to think about it secretly.

It would be nice if it was really his wife.

Then he wouldn't be afraid that kissing would make Xueyu unhappy, and he could go a little extra by kissing him at night and then licking his belly.

Xue Yu on the kang frowned, he smelled too strong masculinity around him, wanted to sit up, but he was too sleepy, his lips parted and closed, and he looked at the man standing beside the bed without blinking his eyes He lost his temper and said, "...don't look at me."

Cheng Chi looked away obediently, he put the tea mug in his hand on the table, and pulled up the thin blanket with his rough thumb: "You have a good rest, I will be back after work in the afternoon, my house is I live alone, and you can sleep as long as you want."

Xue Yu couldn't even open his eyelids, couldn't hear what he was saying, his body was sweating, so dry that he lifted the quilt, wrinkled his eyebrows and muttered: "Don't cover it, it's so hot."

Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment, looking at the thin blanket hanging on his slender right leg. The muscles in his arms were bulging, and his abdominal muscles were hard, making him ache.

The quilt even touched the little widow's legs, and he still needs to cover it at night...

The bulky man didn't dare to make Xue Yu angry at all, so he could only follow him, closed the curtain, and asked softly, "Xue Yu, do you have any snacks you want to eat, I can bring them back to you in the evening when I go to town .”

Xue Yu turned over and ignored him.

Cheng Chi stared at the little widow's exposed white and slippery shoulders for a while, then said nothing, closed the door gently, and walked out of the village.

The summer is hot, and the farmers who go to and from the village wear bamboo hats. Cheng Chi only wears a short-sleeved sweater. On the road leading to the town, he suddenly saw an old woman pushing a wheelbarrow. Ten fresh watermelons with plump skin.

Cheng Chi looked at the pile of watermelons for a moment, and called out, "Aunt Liu."

Hearing the sound, the swiftly walking old woman stopped pushing the cart, turned around, and met the sight of the tall and strong man. She was really surprised when she saw the strange red heat on his ear and face, and asked in a local dialect: "Xiao Cheng, why are you blushing so much?"

Cheng Chi was stunned, wiped his forehead, and with difficulty swung away the delicate little widow who was tossing and turning with his quilt in his head. He seemed to know that he was abnormal, so he rolled his Adam's apple with guilt, and said sullenly: "Maybe I have a little heatstroke, Aunt, is this the watermelon you planted?"

The old woman was full of enthusiasm: "Yes, the melon flesh is sweet, and I'm planning to sell it in the market."

Touching the melon rind with thick fingers, it was indeed not adulterated. Cheng Chi withdrew his hand, and his voice was as dull as ever: "How do you sell it?"

The old woman gasped strangely when she heard the words, and immediately burst into a benevolent smile: "Didn't you not like watermelon before? Did you buy it for others? If you want it, I will give you seventy cents a catty."

Cheng Chi shook his head, looked at the thin and hard-working old woman who seemed to have only a skeleton, and pointed casually in the basket with his fingertips: "No, Aunt Liu, just sell it to me at the market price, and weigh two for me. "

……

Five or six in the evening.

Xue Yu's state of sound sleep was broken by a burst of noise.

"Oh, you go and meet me. That little girl is very beautiful, and her personality is also Xiaojiabiyu's type. She is capable and can endure hardships. Whoever marries will be blessed!"

"Give me some face, I'll go and see it tomorrow, and I won't force you, if you see it right, then get back together, that little girl can live a life in a down-to-earth way, I think you will like it."

"Anyway, it's just a meeting, and you won't suffer."

Mixed voices of matchmaking between men and women poured into the house like a tide, Xue Yu covered her ears to no avail, so she knelt down with frowning eyebrows, and slightly opened the curtain.

There were two or three people outside, both men and women. Cheng Chi's shoulders were broad and stiff, standing there like a steel bar, his brows were furrowed in a rare way, and he didn't know if he had listened to their words. Song Rongxun who came back from the town together.

The expressions of the two were calm, and neither seemed to be keen on these things.

There are always matchmakers in the village for a year or so. Strong young men are their primary targets, and the Song family and the Cheng family are especially rich. One of them has big money to make.

They lobbied with all their strength, but Cheng Chi was like a piece of wood and didn't respond at all. Song Rongxun pressed his lips tightly, refusing the person in front of him to continue talking, and asked Cheng Chi for the key with a flat expression, and entered Cheng Chi's house.

He was holding the new pot Song Father wanted to give to Cheng Chi in his hand, and was about to enter the kitchen when he suddenly swept across the earthen kang bed in the room. There was a pair of slender, white legs that seemed to reflect light, and Cheng Chi overwhelmed countless people. The next quilt was placed on the calf without fat.

...Pei Xueyu?

Song Rongxun was stunned for a while, and then confirmed.

There is no one in the village who has charming legs, except for the little widow.

Song Rongxun pursed his lips, his eyes turned ice-cold.

He had never seen Xue Yu and Cheng Chi in contact before, but this time he caught him right.

How, how could this person...

He ran to the house of a man he hadn't met a few times, slept on his bed, and was covered with his quilt. Does he know how many times Cheng Chi has covered that quilt? Does he know how long Cheng Chi has slept on that bed? Is it the smell and traces of a man, and he just fell asleep so calmly?

how could it be this……! !

A good boy who may not even know what swearing is, his ears are red from holding back, and the backs of his hands are stretched out with tight blue veins. He has never seen Xue Yu like this person. If he didn't want to put this pot, he might Never knew about it.

Song Rongxun gritted his teeth heavily, his ears were red, and just about to turn around and leave, the people in the room saw him.

It was a little cold in the evening, Xue Yu dazedly lifted up the blanket, because he hadn't woken up yet, his expression was so soft that it made one's heart tremble, he seemed to beckoning to let Song Yuxun pass.

Song Rongxun's face was full of resistance, he thought he couldn't go in, he didn't want to talk to that person, but his footsteps were bent by that slender finger, and he walked to the bed inexplicably.

The little widow squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes moved, he licked his sleeping red lips, and was about to say something when Cheng Chi, who finally got rid of the matchmaker, came in. When he saw the two people in the room, he paused for a while , and then said slowly: "...Xue Yu, you're awake."

Xue Yu wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes: "Yes."

The man who was dull and dull outside just now quickly filled the teapot with hot water.

After a day of hard work, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but his muscular arms were still strong. After adding water, Cheng Chi felt the temperature around the tank and passed it to Xue Yu when he felt it was neither cold nor hot. .

Seeing Xue Yu holding the tea mug as big as his small face without rejection, sipping to moisten his throat, and occasionally sticking out the tip of his tongue from his lips to remove water stains, Cheng Chi's hard bump on his cheek moved slightly, his throat Dryly said: "I just met the workers from the town. They said that the power outage was caused by a line problem, and it has been repaired in the afternoon."

Xue Yu raised her eyelashes lightly, looked at the man whose eyes were about to stick to him, and asked habitually: "Is there electricity?"

Cheng Chi nodded, and pressed the switch by the wall casually, the lit up small room confirmed the authenticity of his words, he whispered: "Your home should have electricity for cooking, but if you don't want to do it, You can stay at my house for dinner."

Xue Yu didn't even think about it: "No, you can make it for yourself, and I will give you the money for the lunch at noon tomorrow."

Cheng Chi's face was replaced by the lost expression as if he had been robbed of his flesh. He obviously looked like his muscles had degenerated just now, but now he has a lot of expressions. Yes, you can come anytime you want in the future..."

"——Bang bang bang! Xiao Cheng, I'm your Aunt Zhang, open the door!"

Cheng Chi turned his head and glanced out the window, with a rare look of irritability on his face.

The matchmakers from the village usually come in groups, and if one group fails, another group will come soon, trying to persuade them one after another that whoever is targeted by them should not think about An Sheng today.

Cheng Chi withdrew his gaze, looked at Xue Yu who was sitting on the kang bed, and then nodded to Song Rongxun, said "Thank you uncle for me", and then went outside to deal with the matchmaker.

As soon as he left, there were only two people left beside the Kang bed, Xue Yu glanced wearily at Song Yuxun whose mouth seemed to be zipped up just now.

Song Rongxun didn't say a word, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were cold.

……what is this.

Is this the Cheng Chi he knew since childhood?It's like a different person, not only talking more, but also taking the initiative.

Serving tea and pouring water for others, busying with others, the little widow would be too nervous to make a slight movement, like that, like Xue Yu's concubine.

He couldn't get in a word next to him.

Gritting his teeth lightly, Song Rongxun lowered his eyelids, and said to Xue Yu in a cold tone, "I'm leaving."

"...Oh." There was no abnormality on Xue Yu's face.

He called Song Rongxun just now, and he just wanted to ask if he really went to the town to help look after the shop during the day, but he didn't ask, seeing that Song Rongxun was in a hurry to leave, he didn't want to ask.

Song Rongxun's heart was churning again, and his fingers turned white. He couldn't help but slide his eyes to Xue Yu's body, and took another look.

The little widow had no intention of leaving at all.

Do you want to stay at Cheng Chi's house and wait for him to come back?

What will the two do when they come back?

The more he thought about it, the more stuffy his chest became, and the walls rammed with mud bricks on all sides seemed to become hot to the eye. Song Rongxun stopped looking at Xueyu, took a step back, and prepared to go back to his home.

The system went online at this time, and when Song Rongxun was about to leave, a flat mechanical sound sounded, reminding Xue Yu to maintain the human settings.

The dissolute little widow never misses an opportunity to be intimate with a rich man.

Xue Yu lightly licked her lower lip, scratched the slightly rough blanket with her thin white fingers, and called out in a sweet and soft voice: "Song Rongxun, wait a minute."

Song Rongxun stopped, he hadn't walked very far, he just walked from the window to the middle of the kang, Xue Yu was able to hook his hand, and the soft and tough fingertips were scratching again and again. The palm of the man, the slender eyes and the tail are slightly raised, like a seductive ghost who came out of an ancient book of ghosts.

"Where are you going?"

Song Rongxun's eyes were slightly dull, and a strange itchy feeling appeared in the scraped palm, which quickly climbed from the tailbone to the back of the head, making his thoughts dull, but this feeling was immediately shattered, and he remembered this what is the place.

Slightly pursing his lips, he pushed away the widow's skilful hands: "Go home."

Xue Yu hooked his little finger again, as if she couldn't see his face, she said softly: "What's the point of going home, and I have nothing to do, stay with me."

"This is Cheng Chi's house."

Xue Yu blinked, blissful in her heart: "Don't you mind this?"

The stiffness in Song Rongxun's back spread to his throat. He held his fingers, his throat seemed to be blocked by a hard object, and he said with difficulty: "I didn't..."

The hand that hooked his little finger expanded the area, and then hooked his index finger forward, Xue Yu said in a relaxed tone, "Then stay with me a little longer, you've been running around town for the past few days, don't you miss me?" ?”

Song Rongxun looked tense.

Why is this man so bad, he still has to talk to Cheng Chi while sleeping on his bed.

He remembered that in the first few days when Xue Yu came here, the rumors in the village were very fierce.

Said that the little widow from the city is a snobbish, quick-witted, money-loving, vain, these words are all labels of Xue Yu, now he thinks, he should add another one after it.

Bad to the bone.

Song Rongxun automatically ignored the ambiguous words in Xue Yu's mouth, brushed his soft hands off his palms, and emphasized very solemnly: "I'm going back."

After finishing speaking, he thought of leaving immediately, as if there were jackals and wild leopards chasing after him.

But the footsteps have not started to move.

The next second, he heard a different voice from the little widow.

"Why are you in a hurry to leave, don't you want to..."

Xue Yu sat up on his knees from the kang, the thin blanket slipped down his waist, he stroked the man's chin with one hand, his lips and flesh soaked in honey opened and closed, and the breath he exhaled seemed to lure decent people to fall and become intoxicated.

Song Rongxun stared stiffly at the charming little widow who looked up at him with a small face, as if he heard him say: "...on Cheng Chi's bed, touch me?"