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.

He said to Luo Fengtang, "What does this mean? When the new house is built in a while, I can help you decorate it better."

Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

"When I go to cut camphor wood and come back, Qing'er has the final say on the style of furniture, tables and chairs."

"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.

Mu Zichuan 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 see you and make fun of 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, and there was a thin curtain between them.

His mouth moved toward 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.

Zhila

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.

"Why 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, somewhat unable to recover.

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

Is it 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.

After both parties have made their minds clear, then it’s time to enter the love process.

What kind of love is this?

She is really inexperienced.

"Tangyaozi, let's discuss whether it can be done."

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 we can't rush this matter."

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 for a moment and then said, "Practice makes perfect. Let's practice more. Let's start with kissing the forehead."

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're 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 by.

But he dropped a stone in the lake of his heart, causing ripples in circles.

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

"Qing'er"

He whispered in her ear.

He tightened his arms, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces and blend her into his own bones and blood.

Being held so tightly by him, Yang Ruoqing was tense all over and did not dare to move.

Inside the nose, every breath and every breath was filled with the familiar smell of him.

Masculine, with a faint smell of sweat.

It's not offensive at all, but rather gives people a sense of security.

"I am here"

She responded softly, stretched out her hand, and tentatively hugged his waist.

She buried her face in his chest.

He leaned down and rested his chin on her shoulder.

The two of them didn't speak, they just hugged each other quietly.

The tinkling sounds outside the house seemed to gradually fade away.

The room was very quiet, except for two wildly beating hearts, nestled tightly together.

"Tangyazi"

Outside the house, Blacksmith Luo's shout suddenly came.

The two people separated quickly, both blushing.

"Your uncle is calling you, go quickly."

she urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded and responded outside the door.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and came back.

Before Yang Ruoqing could react, he leaned down.

Following her previous example, he also gave her a gentle peck on the forehead.

"Practice more, hehe"

He chuckled, turned around and ran out of the house.

This brat

She glared at his back, but the corners of her lips curved sweetly.

After cleaning up the house, Yang Ruoqing came to the yard outside the house.

Over there, the roofs of three houses were all removed.

They were carrying down the beams of the roof one by one.

Blacksmith Luo was missing.

Yang Ruoqing heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong coming from the kitchen.

When I came in, I saw Blacksmith Luo washing rice for cooking.

She smiled, walked in and said, "Uncle Luo, let me help you."

"How can I overwork you, little girl Qing?"

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Blacksmith Luo nodded and took out the ingredients prepared for noon.

Cabbage, potatoes, and two pounds of pork belly with skin.

"They are all people who do hard work. We can eat as much as we want without having to do anything fancy." Blacksmith Luo said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.

She knew that Blacksmith Luo didn't want her to work too hard.

"Then put the potatoes and meat together and make a pot of roasted meat with potatoes. Stir-fried cabbage," she said.

"become"

Yang Ruoqing washed the rice and put it into the pot with quick hands and feet, and cut and cooked the vegetables.

After this hour, the food will be ready.

Place the dishes and chopsticks on the table in the neighboring room and invite everyone to come over and eat.

While they were washing their hands, Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang, "Did your uncle cook the food for the past few days when your house was turned over? Otherwise, I can come over and help you cook."

There are two types of asking people to help build a house.

One is the kind that pays wages.

There is also a person who comes to help out of friendship, and does not charge wages.
Chapter completed!