He walked to the bedside and handed the teacup to Yang Ruoqing, looking around.

"Qing'er, you are so skillful with your hands. This house has changed a lot!"

he said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing drank all the tea in the bowl and placed the empty bowl on the bedside table.

Then he climbed onto the bed and tied the straps of the tent.

Bian said to Luo Fengtang: "What's this? When the new house is built in a while, I can help you decorate it better!"

Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

"When the time comes, I will go back to cut camphor wood and make furniture, tables and chairs! Qing'er has the final say on what style you want!"

"Hehe, of course!"

Seeing that she had not tied up the last corner of the tent for a while, he took off his shoes and got on the bed.

"Qing'er, let me help you."

Because of her height, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach the corner of the tent, but he had to lean down.

In this way, she was as tall as him, and when she turned her head to the side, she could look at his eye level.

Looking at him from this angle, the outline of his facial features can be seen clearly.

She rarely looked at his appearance so carefully.

Only now did I really realize that he was really good-looking.

Muzichuan is elegant and handsome,

Daan is exquisite and perfect.

But he is masculine and wild.

Every move and every move exudes a sense of uninhibitedness.

Her cheeks felt a little hot.

He quickly tied up the corners of the tent.

Turning around, he saw her looking straight at him, with fascination in her eyes.

He was immediately ecstatic.

He liked being looked at by her like this.

"Qing'er..."

He called her in a low voice and suddenly reached out and squeezed her hand.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

When she found that her hand was being squeezed by him, she showed a hint of shyness.

"What are you doing? People will see you and laugh at us!"

She glared at him and whispered in a low voice.

He glanced at the ajar door over there.

"Don't panic, the door is closed and they can't see you."

A smirk appeared on his lips and he leaned down.

Looks like he wants to kiss her?

She was confused.

Before she could react, his handsome face magnified several times before her eyes.

She panicked and let out a low cry.

While hiding his body back, he casually grabbed the tent on the side and covered his face.

His mouth was covered.

The two lips touched together, with a thin curtain between them...

His mouth moved towards her.

Clumsy and jerky.

He seemed to want more kisses.

But the tent blocked it, making it difficult for him to do it.

Hot sweat broke out on his head, and he kissed all over his mouth.

He was a little anxious and went to pull the obstructive tent.

‘Squeak!’

The tent was torn open by him.

"Pfft..."

She finally couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his hand and lightly punched him on the shoulder.

"What are you doing? Are you so rude?"

With that said, she jumped out of bed first and looked at him with a smile.

He also got out of bed and stood there, unable to recover.

I didn't know why, but by some strange coincidence, I suddenly kissed her.

Rough?

Why!

"What, I, I couldn't hold it back for a moment..."

He murmured, his face so red that he could squeeze out water.

Yang Ruoqing bit her lip lightly and said nothing.

She had never experienced this kind of situation before.

Both parties have made their minds clear, so it’s time to enter the love process, right?

How is this love?

She is really inexperienced.

"Tangyaozi, can we discuss something?"

She thought for a moment and said.

He nodded, "You say."

She took a step closer and looked up at him: "We have never experienced this before. I think this matter cannot be rushed!"

Look at her serious look to discuss this kind of thing.

Luo Fengtang's face turned redder.

I wish I could find a crack in the ground to drill.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a moment and then said: "Practice makes perfect. Let's practice more. Let's start with kissing the forehead, right?"

ah?

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment.

I thought I heard it wrong.

When he was stunned, Yang Ruoqing raised her hands and held his shoulders.

"Ladies first, I'll give it a try first. You are short..."

She said with a serious face.

"oh."

Luo Fengtang responded blankly, and indeed leaned down.

She stood on tiptoe and imitated the scenes she had seen on TV.

Standing on tiptoes, she gently pressed her lips to his forehead.

Gently, softly, like a dragonfly touching water.

It's like a feather, gently brushing against it.

But he dropped a stone in his heart, causing ripples...

He suddenly stretched out his arms to hug her and pulled her into his arms.

"Qinger!"
To be continued...