Poor little in the Shura field

People in the villages and towns love to eat fresh and crispy things, so the most widely planted field is the white radish field, which is dug out from the ground, and every time you dig it, there is a water spirit.

Just like Pei Xueyu now.

It looks small, but its hands and feet are very slender, its fair cheeks are flushed, and its flesh is as bright as a white radish. When looking at people with those foggy eyes, it makes people's blood pulse.

Song Rongxun was afraid that he would knock him down, so he rested his broad hands on the back of his head, and lowered his head to serve those two lip flesh, ravaging them until they were dripping with water.

The usual indifference and calm on Xue Yu's face was completely broken at this moment. He grabbed the man's arm, shook his head wildly, and whispered vaguely: "...No, I won't try."

A little ringing in the ears, he heard Song Rongxun's voice answering him intermittently: "Okay, then I won't try."

Xue Yu's face showed joy, she was always afraid that the hand around the man's neck would slip weakly, thinking that she would be able to get rid of the man's too terrifying physical strength immediately.

But soon he discovered that an upright gentleman hides evil under his skin, he coaxes you, but he doesn't stop doing what he should do, Xue Yu's eyes are red, and his voice is trembling: "You lied to me?"

Song Rongxun held the back of his head, he was punctured, so he stopped pretending, rubbed the back of his neck comfortingly, looked at the pitiful look of the little widow with tears in his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You said you liked it very much."

Xue Yu managed to condense a sliver of consciousness, but soon lost it again, and said with difficulty: "What do you believe?"

As if he was afraid that he would not be angry, the man squeezed his soft fingertips, and said in a low voice, "...um."

The little widow is beautiful.

But his more beautiful side is crawling forward helplessly, whimpering with fear in his throat, being pushed back to sit by him, he can only kiss him flatteringly with swollen lips, and whisper that he can't eat.

Day and night reversed.

Xue Yu has hardly been back to her old house during this time, and when she is conscious, she is either in the bathroom that was simply built with a few wooden boards, or on Song Rongxun's bed with a mat.

That bed was no longer just for sleeping.

……

The moment she came out of Song Rongxun's house, Xue Yu felt like she hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

He bit his lip in shame, and walked softly towards the old house as if he was stepping on a cloud. After three seconds, he raised his face.

A muffled voice poured down from the top of his head: "...Xue Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Yu narrowed her eyes, and Cheng Chi's face appeared in her sight.

Cheng Chi was wearing a monotonous rough gown. He had just finished his work in the field, his face was steamed, and his sweat glands were sensitively emitting air. The smell of sweat was not unpleasant, and he had a pure masculinity.

He raised his elbow and wiped his sweat, looked at the unspeakably seductive Xue Yu, his chest jumped suddenly, his eyes stared straight, and the next second he remembered that Xue Yu didn't like others looking at him like this, so he consciously looked away.

In fact, Xue Yu didn't have time to care whether he looked at her or not, the redness on his skin hadn't faded, so he lowered his head and pulled his clothes unnaturally: "I didn't look at the road, I accidentally bumped into it, does it hurt?"

Cheng Chi shook his head. He had a low sense of existence and was always hit by someone. A petty and soft man like the little widow was nothing to him.

He just felt weird.

Xue Yu looks very different today.

But exactly what was different, he couldn't tell.

Cheng Chi's expression was sluggish, his rough thumb rubbed against the bamboo basket in his hand, the rough skin was scratched by the sharp object on it with too much force, he glanced at the drop of blood, and looked away indifferently, Finally couldn't help it, and asked the little widow with firm skin, "Xue Yu, have you been kissed?"

Xue Yu was still looking to see if there was anything unusual about her body, she was startled when she heard this, and was dumbfounded: "...No, is there anything else in your mind?"

Open your mouth and shut your mouth.

Cheng Chi lowered his head and rubbed the blood beads away with his fingertips. He didn't know if it was because of the stinging pain or something. His expression contained grievance and discomfort, as if the bone he wanted was taken away by someone. He didn't know who it was. .

He said sullenly: "It looks very similar."

The man is tall and strong, even among the powerful migrant workers, he is the best, and he has nothing to do with the word grievance, but inexplicably, in Xue Yu's eyes, he is like a little girl with no deciduous teeth. The animals were quarreling at him.

Xue Yu felt absurdly guilty, and lightly pursed her lower lips: "Okay, if I say no, I won't. Are you going home or what are you doing? Hurry up."

Cheng Chi glanced at Xue Yu's chin, it was red, it looked like it was man-made, and so did his mouth.

But Xueyu said no.

Cheng Chi had no choice but to wrap up the suspicion in his heart and seal it. He didn't think about it anymore. He lifted the bamboo basket in his hand with a rough palm, and there was nothing in it. I have planted a peach tree, and now I am going to pick it."

In this barren and small rural area, it is very good to be able to grow peach trees.

If the harvest is good, take it to the market and sell it, and the amount of money will be very considerable.

Xue Yu hummed, the sun was too strong, he glanced at the heavy man's sweaty face, and said casually: "Go, wear a hat next time."

Cheng Chi was slightly startled, and wanted to hug Xue Yu for a few seconds.

so cute.

He grew up in the village, and it was the first time he heard someone ask him to wear a hat. Everyone is used to the sun, and they don't pay much attention to their appearance and skin color. It doesn't matter whether they wear a hat or not.

In this village, Xueyu is probably the only one who is afraid of the sun.

You will get dizzy after a while in the sun, even if you wear a hat, but after so long in the sun, it is still white and white like a ball of snow.

Cheng Chi found that his liking for Xue Yu was getting stronger day by day. He used to have no feelings for girls, but now he is sure that he may be crooked in his bones, and he naturally likes boys.

Xue Yu didn't know what was going on in the mind of the taciturn and silent man, he was in a hurry to go back and change his clothes, even though he hadn't worn them much these days, he still felt dirty.

Thinking of his indescribable few days, the little widow raised his eyelashes and became annoyed again: "I'm leaving."

This time without waiting for his answer, the fair skin hurried past.

Cheng Chi was stunned by the scent, and pressed down the abrupt Adam's apple on his neck, and stopped him thirsty: "Xue Yu, do you like peaches? If you do, I'll wait I'll finish picking, and I'll give you what you don't need to sell."

Xue Yu pursed her lips and stopped.

He likes to eat fruit very much. There are many fruits in the countryside, but there are owners. If he wants to buy fruit, he has to go to a distant town to buy it. If he can save the time of traveling, he can buy fruit directly in the countryside... …

The little widow turned his small face, and the delicate and soft ball moved to the man again. He seemed to feel that the bamboo basket in the wild man's hand could not be carried on the table, and the slender finger scratched in the basket. area, I took it back with disgust: "I buy it, no need to divide it."

"About so much, how much will it cost?"

Cheng Chi doesn't like Xue Yu asking him for money.

His eyebrows tended to be furrowed, and when he was half furrowed, he stopped the car abruptly, remembering who said that frowning was frightening, fearing that he might be as small as his body if he was scared, Xue Yu seldom frowns in front of him .

All the muscles in his body were adjusting his expression, so that his vocal cords tightened, and his voice was muffled: "No money, I want to give it to you. Our family keeps a few baskets of food for ourselves every year. I didn't think about those few baskets at first. make money."

Xue Yu frowned slightly: "Then you can give it to someone casually? I asked if you could grow something, it was the same before, if you want to give it away with thousands of dollars, isn't it heartless?"

The little widow even cursed in a soft voice without any momentum. Cheng Chi slid down his throat in a useless manner as he listened. Open the mouth: "Don't send it off to others."

Xue Yu choked for a moment, feeling that what she said was in vain.

Cheng Chi didn't dare to look at it after watching it for a while. Today's Xueyu was startlingly charming. He looked at his rough coat and whispered, "Fruits can also relieve fire. Eat more and you'll get rid of it quickly." Swollen."

He thinks that Xue Yu's mouth is the reason for getting angry.

It looks so good even on fire.

If he gets angry for a few more days, then he will not be the only one who wants to kiss the little widow.

He doesn't want to share a share with others.

Cheng Chi thought wildly.

Xue Yu understood what he meant, her eyes glistened, she was ashamed, her eyelashes trembled and she didn't dare to say the real reason, she could only admit that she was angry: "Go quickly, don't dawdle."

……

Xue Yu returned home and stayed in the bathroom for more than an hour, showing the tendency not to stop washing herself into a red crab, the water from the shower poured down like money, until she heard a faint knock on the door outside With a sound, the hand was raised and the water was turned off.

He was wearing a pure white short sleeve, and opened the door with slow steps.

Xue Yu thought it was Cheng Chi who came back after picking the fruit, raised his eyes, and was about to tell him to wait until he went upstairs to get the money... When he met those unfathomable black eyes, his calf instinctively twitched .

The overwhelming discomfort washed away by the hot water came back again, and Xue Yu's fingers holding the doorknob trembled delicately. After a long while, she suppressed the trembling and asked, "Why?"

A tall and straight man at the door, with red hot ears, extremely straight lips, and Adam's apple rolled at an extremely slow speed, he held Xue Yu's wrist, and his voice was different from the usual embarrassment: "...I still feel uncomfortable .”

The little widow's wrist is really thin, and a man can completely confine it with a light squeeze.

The moment Xue Yu was almost touched by him, he immediately remembered the events of those two days. The unforgettable memories have left deep marks on his brain, as long as he is touched by this man, he can immediately wake up.

He bit his lip lightly and asked in disbelief, "Are you endless?"

This is, how long.

Song Rongxun didn't go to the farmland very often, but at this moment, he felt the feeling of being hot all over from working. He lowered his eyelids lightly, and threw out two words hoarsely: "Please."

It's a pity that the little widow is quite heartless: "Don't torment me, huh? If you really think about it, find someone else."

Xue Yu frowned lightly, with an impatient expression, she twitched her wrist back.

Halfway through the draw, he suddenly thought of something... Qi Chen was also there.

If Qi Chen sees the son of his disgusting person with the person he secretly loves, will he get angry and attack him?

Then the plot of this world can move around.

During Xue Yu's hesitation, the impatient man who was good at judging the situation kissed him along his chin, like tasting a piece of freshly baked pastry, eating carefully and completely.

There should be no hesitation.

This seemingly innocent and honest person without any love experience, once enlightened, can only make people think of two words, barbaric and reckless.

I don't know when I went up to the second floor, Xue Yu grabbed the pillow and curled up her ten fingers.

"The door, the door..." It didn't close.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Song Rongxun, who felt Xue Yu's change, said hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Xue Yu didn't speak, or didn't dare to speak.

He saw the tall man outside the crack of the door, with the same elegant curve on his lips. He didn't know how long he looked at it, and the mouth with slightly thin lips moved twice above the turtleneck sweater.

Xue Yu was bitten on the shoulder by the kiss, and half-closed his eyes impatiently. The fundus of his eyes was already full of water mist, and he should not be able to see clearly, but he was strangely discerning Qi Chen's mouth shape. The man seemed to have said two words. In a word——

"Is it comfortable?"

"I can hear your voice from below."