Chapter 153: What do you call me when you mess around?
"Oh, Mr. Mo, you burned me to death," Huo Linlin exclaimed exaggeratedly.
An Xiaoqi curled her lips unconsciously: That's right! Who made you so coquettish!
Mo Li stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Huo Linlin's thigh, but did not wipe it off. Instead, he spread the sticky soup evenly. While spreading it, he said: "Where is it hot? Look at what Wu Ma cooked."
The soup is so good, it can replace massage essence and oil.”
The more Mo Li massaged, the more he went to Huo Linlin's sensitive parts. Huo Linlin was tickled so much that she couldn't stop laughing.
It’s really shameless!
An Xiaoqi lowered her head to eat without saying a word
Her bottom line now is: As long as you don't push me to the point of no where to go, I don't care if you go to the West!
Huo Linlin brought another spoonful of soup to Mo Li's mouth, pouted and said, "Mr. Mo, you haven't drank my fire-reducing soup yet."
Mo Li pushed the soup away again and said, "I don't want to use soup to quell the fire..."
"Then how do you want to put out the fire?" Huo Linlin asked deliberately coquettishly.
"Isn't it you?" Mo Li said ambiguously
"You're so bad! You're so bad! You're so bad!" Huo Linlin raised his soft fist and hit Mo Li several times on the chest.
Mo Li grabbed her fist, pushed the bowl, and said, "Let's put out the fire!"
Mo Li carried Huo Linlin on his shoulders and strode upstairs.
Huo Linlin lay on Mo Li's shoulder and looked at An Xiaoqi proudly
An Xiaoqi was no longer in the mood to eat after they made such a fuss, so she got up and went back to her bedroom.
She opened the "Collected Poems of Xu Zhimo" again
She hadn't read poetry for a long time. Being locked up in this devil's cave, poetry became a good way to kill her loneliness.
"...The golden willows by the river are the bride in the setting sun, the beautiful shadows in the ripples, and the green water plants on the soft mud are rippling in my heart, swaying oilily under the water; in the soft waves of the Cam River, I am willing to
Make a waterweed!..."
This is a sentence from "Farewell Cambridge"
An Xiaoqi thinks the artistic conception is so beautiful
In the past, when she and Guo Shiming were walking in the forest park near the campus, when they were tired, they sat by the small river next to the forest to rest. An Xiaoqi liked to take off her shoes and put her feet into the clear river water while listening.
Listening to the sound of gurgling water, while looking at the green water plants swaying with the waves on the bottom of the water...
At that time, I felt so beautiful, but I couldn’t describe it.
Now that she read Xu Zhimo's poems carefully, she realized that the poet had almost written out all her feelings at that time.
Reading, sighing
Nowadays, the river is still there, but the quiet and indifferent heart at the beginning is no longer there. The person who accompanied me at the beginning has also "gone gently"!
An Xiaoqi let out a long sigh
"An Xiaoqi! An Xiaoqi!" Suddenly, Mo Li shouted in his bedroom.
Crazy! You guys are so affectionate, what do you want me to do?
An Xiaoqi pretended not to hear
After a while, there was a knock on the door. An Xiaoqi opened the door and saw that it was Wu's mother.
"Miss An, the master is calling you, go and have a look!" Wu Ma looked at An Xiaoqi with some distress.
She thought that An Xiaoqi would be sad because Mo Li was looking for a new love.
"I know, Mother Wu," An Xiaoqi said to Mother Wu with a smile.
She could still laugh, and Wu Ma was a little surprised.
An Xiaoqi came to Mo Li's bedroom
The door was ajar, but she didn't want to go in, so she stood at the door and asked, "What's going on?"