Chapter 382 burst into tears
Feng Yong felt a little dry in his mouth and subconsciously wanted to pull Guan Ji's hand.
Guan Ji didn't say anything, she just glanced behind him with full eyes.
As far as their eyes could see, Li Yi and Yang Wanwan seemed to see nothing. They led Buqu directly into Zhuangzi, leaving behind the silly Feng Yong.
“Brother, have you been drinking?”
Guan Ji then opened her lips lightly, and a stream of orchid lingered.
“Drink some, the wine was given by the Liu family.”
Feng Yong nodded honestly.
The two of them walked side by side towards Zhuangzi.
The sun has slipped to the top of the mountain, and the afterglow shines down, making the shadows of the two people long.
The spring breeze is blowing, carrying the fragrance of flowers.
This...is really a wonderful time of spring!
Although the sun was about to set and a slight chill had begun to soak into his skin, Feng Yong only felt hot and dry all over.
Turning her head to look at the side face of the beautiful woman next to her, she saw that her skin was like cream, but her nose was taller and straighter than that of ordinary women, which gave her a bit more fortitude.
“What are you looking at?”
Guan Ji felt Feng Yong's gaze, turned around and asked softly, her long eyelashes hanging down, covering most of her sight.
“Look at Sanniang.”
Feng Tibi replied stupidly.
A trace of red cloud flew up on Guan Ji Ruyu's face, and her eyelashes finally covered her sight. She could only hear her asking softly, "Does it look good?"
“Good-looking, there is no one better looking than you.”
Feng Tudi nodded repeatedly and said, "The spring breeze ten miles away is not as good as yours..."
Guan Ji raised her head, her eyes moved, and without saying a word, she took the initiative to reach out her hand and interlocked with Feng Yong's fingers.
Feng Tibi was stunned on the spot.
Guan Ji's lips were filled with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness, "Brother speaks so nicely."
“Really? I...”
Feng Tubie was about to say something more, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.
Guan Ji’s calloused palms are still gradually exerting force...
The smile on Feng Yong's face froze, "Sanniang, your hand is a bit too strong, please loosen it and let me slow down..."
"If you let go too much, you'll be afraid that you won't be able to catch your brother. My little sister won't dare to let go anymore."
Guan Ji said pointedly. She didn't know which finger she used, but she pressed a certain position on the back of Feng Yong's hand, and then touched her elbow with her other hand.
Feng Yong's whole arm suddenly felt sore and numb, and then the numbness went straight down his arm to his neck.
Finally, Feng Tubie's nose felt sore, and tears burst out from his eyes uncontrollably.
“Sanniang, I know I was wrong!”
The lacrimal glands were not controlled by his own nerves at all, so Feng Tibi could only plead for mercy with tears in his eyes.
Guan Ji shook her head gently, took out a handkerchief, wiped Feng Yong's tears, and then let go.
“Although it is spring, it is approaching night, the Yang Qi has receded, and the cold is getting stronger.”
"My brother drank wine and his body became hot and his skin was open. He took off his coat on the road and rode into the wind. The cold air may invade. Just now, my sister just helped my brother to clear his veins, just in case."
“Yes...is it?”
Feng Tibi didn’t know whether to believe it or not, and a smile that looked uglier than crying appeared on his face.
He shivered, and strangely enough, the heat just now had disappeared.
“That’s natural. After brother goes back, don’t forget to ask Amei to make some **** soup, you know?”
The expression on Guan Ji's face was very serious.
“I know, I know.”
Feng Yong nodded repeatedly.
“By the way, what my brother just said is that the spring breeze is not as good as yours. Do you have the full text?”
Guan Ji stretched out her hand again to hold Feng Yong's hand.
Feng Tubao shivered.
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, and said angrily, "What are you afraid of? I won't hurt you this time."
“Oh, okay, it doesn’t hurt.”
Feng Yong took courage and locked hands with Guan Ji again.
At this time, all the farmers in the field had finished their work, and the place where the two of them were standing was rarely passed by by people on weekdays, let alone that it was already time for dinner on the farm.
So even if you are intimate, you are not afraid of being seen.
Even though they are separated by clothes, they can still feel each other's body temperature wherever their bodies come into contact.
Silent tenderness permeated around the two of them.
After a long time, Feng Yong sighed and said softly, "Sanniang, I'm sorry."
“What’s wrong with you?”
Guan Ji murmured, "I believe in brother."
As he spoke, he tightened their intertwined fingers.
“My little sister is not a stingy person, but sometimes she feels a little blocked in her heart. If my little sister is a little willful, I hope my brother won’t blame her.”
"How could it be? I should have asked Sanniang if I was to blame."
"What's the blame? Why should you blame me? If a heroic man like my brother is not liked by women, that would be abnormal. How many women in the boudoir are concerned just by the articles written by my brother?"
Guan Ji smiled indifferently, her face full of confidence, "I know my brother's heart, and he knows my intentions, that's enough! I don't care about some rumors. I also believe that my brother is not a heartless person."
Feng Yong felt ashamed and moved at the same time, thinking to himself that he was a man in vain and his mind was not as good as that of a woman.
Looking down, I saw the beauty’s plump red lips very close at hand, which were really alluring.
I swallowed my saliva at that moment. The heat seemed to be back again, and I quietly lowered my head...
Guan Ji felt her brother's other hand wrap around her waist, and then she seemed to be crushed and melted...
The extraordinary strength that he usually had had completely disappeared, and his whole body became limp and light, floating on the clouds.
It's like drinking old wine and feeling dizzy, not knowing where and when you are...
“Alang…don’t…”
I don’t know how long it took, Guan Ji finally opened her eyes suddenly, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were about to drip with water, but she showed a look of pleading.
Her hand firmly held Feng Yong's hand somewhere.
Feng Yong nodded and agreed, "Well, okay, I won't move..."
Although it is separated by clothes, it is better than having nothing in your hands.
"Alang...it's getting late, let's go back, shall we?"
Guan Ji, who was usually cold and cold, was like a trembling little sheep in front of a vicious wolf, and said with a trembling voice.
Hearing the intimate and slightly nasal voice, Feng Tibi became bold and threatened, "Go back? It's okay to go back, but you have to let me do it again."
“What’s coming? Well…”
…
“Alang, the sun is going down...”
“Well, wouldn’t it be nice if it gets dark? Can you stay in my village tonight?”
"no!"
Guan Ji's tone was very firm.
“Then how do you get back to the city?”
“There is no need to go back to the city. Who doesn’t have a village outside the city?”
Holy shit!
“Sanniang, I want to...”
“Alang, it’s getting dark, I have to leave.”
"Sanniang, stay a little longer. I recently got a poem, written specifically for Sanniang."
The passionate Feng Yong didn't want to separate from Guan Ji so quickly, so he offered a price.
Silence…
Then Guan Ji's voice became cold and faint, "Is this how the Yuefu piece my brother wrote to Siniang came from?"
Feng Tubiao suddenly broke out in cold sweat. What a...godlike turn of yours?
“I’m not, I didn’t, Sanniang, don’t talk nonsense!”
“Seriously?”
“It’s really true, it can’t be truer!”
“Well, I believe in you, brother.”
"I know Sanniang...ah..." Feng Yong suddenly screamed and asked tremblingly, "Didn't Sanniang say you believe me?"
“Brother, it’s getting late and the chill is very cold. I’m trying to clear the air for my brother...”
Only heard Guan Ji say softly.
Feng Tibi burst into tears again.
(End of this chapter)