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Xi Lanting's Adam's apple rolled, and she suddenly walked over, covered her forehead with the towel in her hand, and wiped her wet hair.

The man's always cold hands felt a little hot today for some reason. The gentle stroking of his big hands made her scalp feel numb even through the towel, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Yun Qiao felt a little uncomfortable, and raised her hand to grab the towel, but was scolded by the man in a mute voice: "Don't move."

She put down her hands obediently, but wondered how Uncle Qi could be so considerate today.

Xi Lanting's eyes fell on her delicate and white chest, and his eyes became a little darker.

His expression was a little careless, but his hands grabbed her waist.

The familiar feeling suddenly aroused the longing buried deep in the body.

Yun Qiao finally couldn't bear it anymore, yanked off the towel and glared at him.

Seeing that Xi Lanting had retracted his hand, his expression was indifferent and his tone was disgusting: "I'm too thin, my clothes can't hold it up." After saying that, he took another gown from the shelf next to her and threw it to her.

"Change this one."

Yun Qiao couldn't see any frivolity or Meng Lang from his face, so he couldn't help but suspect that he was thinking too much, so he had to change his clothes again.

Walking out again, Yun Qiao finally saw a stove placed in the hall, burning silver charcoal, without any ashes.

It is also covered with a large pergola.

On rainy days in winter, families will use this kind of pergola to bake clothes over a fire pit.

Clothes will stink if they are not dried for a long time.

Xi Lanting put Yunqiao's clothes on the pergola to bake, and sat on the other side, approaching the fire pot to keep warm.

"...It's almost mid-spring. Is there still a brazier here, Uncle Qi?" Yun Qiao also sat down, almost tripping over his clothes.

She is tall, but Uncle Qi is taller.

"Except in midsummer, I have to warm myself by the fire." Xi Lanting said, "I'm very cold."

When he said this, he suddenly looked at Yun Qiao, his eyes deep and hot. His expression was very quiet, only a few emotions surged in his eyes.

Like...hate.

This hatred is not empty, but directly directed at Yun Qiao.

Yun Qiao's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't he grandma's enemy?"

Grandma's methods are quite ruthless. Yun Qiao has heard this from others and has seen it herself.

But Xi Lanting...

"...You sent someone to Caobang to check on me?" Xi Lanting said.

Yun Qiao's thoughts were interrupted.

"'Caogang', this name sounds good to my ears." Yun Qiao said, "I was a little curious about Uncle Qi, and I was bored, so I sent someone to ask. However, those bastards from Caogang didn't put me in

In the eyes.”

"Are you curious about me?" Xi Lanting leaned back and sank into his chair again, as if he was sick. "Why are you curious?"

Yun Qiao: "Uncle Qi, usually people who are very good-looking are liked by others. Once you like him, you will want to analyze this person and be curious about everything."

Xi Lanting chewed on these words and couldn't help laughing: "You have a crush on Uncle Qi?"

Yun Qiao: "..."

This uncle is a bit of a climber and is very shameless.

"You are really..." Xi Lanting smiled, the expression on his face converged, his eyes suddenly swayed, and the dark eyes turned into pale gold without any warning without strong light. His voice was unconsciously a little cold, "

Not making progress!”

Yun Qiao looked at him.

There was fog in the room, and something lingered in front of Xi Lanting's eyes, hiding his expression and sight.

This fog is weird.

She stood up suddenly.

Xi Lanting's face, behind the smoke, was calm and calm: "My clothes were burned, and the brazier was not finished today."
Chapter completed!