Quiet courtyard, kitchen.

Ouyang Rong discovered that Xiu Niang pulled him into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Because she didn't even close the kitchen door, she could see inside from the yard outside.

So Ouyang Rong, who followed him through the door, habitually closed the door with his backhand.

Zhao Qingxiu, who was walking in front, paused for a moment, turned around, and groped for the door with both hands.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her and asked calmly: "What does the embroiderer want to do?"

Zhao Qingxiu stood there without writing, her little face was calm, she tilted her head slightly,

Ouyang Rong couldn't stand this anymore.

Turn around honestly and reopen the kitchen door.

When he turned around, he found that the embroiderer had returned to the sink where the oil-stained dishes were piled, and she did not forget to hand him an apron.

What a wash.

Even though he didn't have the intention at first, he still sighed slightly.

"well."

There is inevitably a little bit of disappointment between the brows.

Zhao Qingxiu turned around again, facing him, and tilted her head slightly.

A charming, lovable face with an extremely peaceful expression.

If her eyes were not blind, those eyes like a spiritual deer in Jianxi must have reflected her own Tan Lang calmly and peacefully.

Ouyang Rong made a "swish" sound, returned to his position by the sink, and washed the dishes honestly.

After a while, he exerted his subjective initiative, washing and washing in the same way as he had done during the first ambiguous kitchen encounter before, and his palm touched her wet and silky little hand.

Prepare to help the embroiderer wash it as if nothing has happened.

Zhao Qingxiu, who was lowering her head to wash the dishes, took out her delicate hands and wiped them on the apron in front of her lower abdomen.

He raised his slender hand and flicked Ouyang Rong's forehead with his curved fingers.

Ouyang Rong leaned back slightly.

"Why do embroiderers beat people?" He said in a sad tone.

But Zhao Qingxiu couldn't see the blinking expression.

[Tanlang is not allowed to cause trouble, the door is not closed]

She placed an index finger on Ouyang Rong's chest and wrote steadily.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood: "I understand, I'm going to close the door." After that, he went to close the door.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't respond, just lowered her head and wrote:

[Won’t Tanlang accompany Xiu Niang to wash the dishes]

"Ahem, ahem, isn't this just accompanying you?"

【Washing dishes is not causing trouble】

"It's true that they are two different things, but they can be dealt with one at a time."

[If he can’t do evil, wouldn’t Tanlang be willing to accompany him?]

"Of course not."

Ouyang Rong immediately said seriously:

"Washing dishes and doing mischief are not important. Being with the embroiderer is the most important thing to me."

Zhao Qingxiu's little face, which was covered by a ribbon, showed a slight smile.

【Embroidery lady too】

"good."

Ouyang Rong took back his hand and began to wash the dishes honestly.

Unexpectedly, after washing for a while, Zhao Qingxiu seemed to observe him washing dishes obediently. After a while, he took the initiative to grab Ouyang Rong's hand and wrote:

[Does Tanlang like the way I look in an apron?]

"Why do you say that?" Ouyang Rongqi asked.

[Tanlang has very good concentration, and he is calm and steady when doing things outside, but every time he comes home and is in the kitchen, he... breaks down, becomes bad]

Ouyang Rong corrected: "That's a normal reaction. No normal man would dislike it, and it's not a bad reaction."

【Really】

"Really, truer than gold."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly leaned forward, placed her side face against his chest and heart, and listened carefully for a while.

Ouyang Rong smelled the fragrance in her hair.

In the darkness, the fragrant and pink wall on the stove flashed before my eyes one after another, and my heart trembled.

He turned his head away, his expression as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Qingxiu retracted her body, smiled softly, and continued washing the dishes without writing.

Ouyang Rong frowned:

"Why is the embroiderer laughing?"

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head.

Ouyang Rong had a stern face and a fierce tone:

"Speak quickly and don't allow any strange misunderstandings to arise. I am a pure and pure gentleman, how can I accept such slight humiliation, even from the embroiderer?"

[Oh, it was Tanlang who was making excuses just now]

Ouyang Rong waved his hand with great pride:

"It's impossible, I am a pure and pure gentleman..."

Zhao Qingxiu interrupted him suddenly by writing:

[Knowing that you won’t stop, Tanlang can only...can only hug you from behind, and you are not allowed to do anything bad or go any further]

Ouyang Rong immediately swallowed back eight hundred sentences.

"Okay, okay."

With a "whoosh", without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu's reaction, he appeared behind her slender figure in an apron.

He took off his water-stained apron, threw it aside, directly hugged Zhao Qingxiu's slender waist from behind, and continued to wash the dishes calmly, but this time he was holding the beauty in his arms.

Zhao Qingxiu also didn't expect that Tan Lang, a pure and innocent gentleman, would move so quickly.

She laughed and shook her head, continued to straighten her body, and lowered her head to wash the dishes.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke.

The only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of dishes being washed.

However, gradually, Zhao Qingxiu's little head, with her black hair pulled up, bowed slightly, and her body bones gradually bent down. It seemed a little difficult to stand, and she didn't know if her legs were weak after standing for too long.

The two round and slender legs that are the symbol of beauty are slightly closed under the hem of the skirt. The elbows of the two lotus-rooted arms are propped on the edge of the sink, and the body is arched. The bones of the body are not loose but tight, and the delicate body is gradually tightening

of bow.

Ouyang Rong liked this kind of getting along very much.

Holding the embroiderer from behind, the height and body shape of the two fit perfectly, and they were truly a perfect fit.

After this period of getting along and developing, Ouyang Rong gradually became familiar with the delicate body in front of him.

Even in some aspects, he, who loves to explore, is more familiar with Xiu Niang's body than herself.

At this moment, the embroidered lady's delicate body in her arms gradually became hot as expected.

Ouyang Rong was indeed washing the dishes seriously, but he couldn't resist Xiu Niang's physiological reaction, which was too sensitive.

He remained calm and looked down at the embroidered lady's red ears exposed when she lowered her head.

Xiu Niang and Wei Lai are completely different.

Xiu Niang's body is very prone to blushing, and the skin all over her body is hot, like a branding iron that has just come out of the oven. It is extremely hot. The skin that comes into contact heats up, and even makes Ouyang Rong's senses feel a little bit burnt. It's very

magic.

I don't know where the heat comes from in her thin and skinny body. Sometimes the two of them are close to each other when they are tender. In this slightly cool spring weather, Ouyang Rong does not dare to cover himself with the quilt, but lifts the quilt.

In one corner, stretch out one leg to dissipate heat.

He whispered to the embroiderer if he wanted to follow his example, but she refused. She likes to huddle in the quilt and hug him tightly in a curled position, not wanting to show anything...

As for Ye Weila, her body is not so hot. She has a different kind of physique. Well, she is very capable and resilient.
To be continued...