"Xiao San, aren't you sleepy? If you are, can you listen to the story tomorrow?" Fang Che leaned over and looked at Su San and asked.
Su San looked back calmly and said slowly: "I'm not sleepy at all. I usually fall asleep soon after drinking. This time I'm unusually excited. Even if I don't sleep tonight, I want to finish listening to this story."
Fang Che sighed helplessly: "Why are you always so stubborn? You know that I want to retreat, but you can't. You, a woman, are born to be my nemesis."
"As long as you know, you accept your fate. I want to hear a story, so tell me quickly." Su San pursed her lips and smiled.
Fang Che chuckled: "There's nothing I can do about you."
Next, there was another lengthy silence.
"Looking at you sleeping soundly, with the gentle wind blowing, everything seems so unreal and incredible..."
Su San's palms began to sweat. It turned out that he was still nervous.
"Xiao San, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Fang Che pressed his big palm against Su San's forehead and asked nervously.
Su San shook his head and said it was okay.
"If you feel uncomfortable, go to sleep. Your cold is just over and you should have a good rest." Fang Che said solemnly.
"Well, then I'm going to sleep." This time, Su San didn't refute Fang Che. Probably because he was a little tired and couldn't sustain it for too long. Besides, it's not interesting to listen to the story in one go. It will be fun to break it down next time.
"Would you like me to sing children's songs to put you to sleep?" Fang Che joked.
"Screw you, I'm not a child, I don't listen to children's songs." Su San closed her eyes and simply hugged his thigh.
The moment she hugged his thigh, his body visibly stiffened. This man's resistance was pitifully low.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. I advise you not to play with fire, otherwise I won't be able to control my desires." Fang Che gritted his teeth.
Su San hurriedly let go of her hand and said with a silly smile: "I don't even know what you are talking about. I want to sleep, so don't disturb me."
Fang Che laughed deeply, put Su Sanqing on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.
The bed was still comfortable, so Su San turned around and fell asleep quickly.
When Su San woke up the next morning, she was very energetic. She even ran a few hundred meters and exercised a little more. She felt that her cold was completely gone.
Of course, there was a follower behind her. He would follow her wherever she went. He would do whatever she wanted to gamble with, and he looked like a slave. She was amused and angry at the sight of her.
In the evening, Fang Che prepared a table of wine and food, and drank with Su San. There was a full moon to admire the moon, but there was no moon to chat in the wind. Everything seemed to be back to the past.
A few days passed, and neither Su San nor Fang Che mentioned the unfinished story. Maybe they were avoiding it, not wanting the day of separation to come sooner.
Su San leaned on the boat pillar in a daze, looking at the lake, not knowing what he was thinking.
"It seems that Mistress is the most popular here." Fang Che sat down next to Su San.
"Of course, this is the best place to enjoy the moonlight, and the scenery here is also the most beautiful." Su San leaned her head against the man's body.
Fang Che gently combed Su San's hair, blowing the breeze, which made people want to sleep.
"Fang Che, do you want to drink to strengthen your courage?" Su San asked.
Fang Che's hand movements paused. He quickly combed her hair again and answered the question inappropriately: "I thought you had forgotten this matter and made me happy in vain."
"Today I suddenly want to hear stories again, so you, the story king, want to tell me a story." Su San said with a smile.
