The hazy feelings, with a kind of ambiguity, began to take root. They say that the taste of first love is like a green apple, sour and astringent, with a hint of sweetness. Only that kind of hazy relationship will have a hint of sweetness.
Daydream and yearning.
Early that morning, Lingfeng got up early again, standing shirtless in the courtyard and waving his fists.
When Li Xueyan walked out of the house, she saw that he was covered in sweat. The sweat beads were crystal clear in the morning light, glowing with a dazzling golden light, as if Lingfeng's body had been coated with a light golden glow.
Li Xueyan was stunned by this scene, her eyes glued to his body motionless, until Lingfeng felt someone looking at him from behind him, turned around to see Li Xueyan, and shouted: "Troublemaker, you look at me like this,
It will make me think that you are attracted to me." Li Xueyan suddenly came back to her senses, her face turned red, she glared at Lingfeng with an irritated look, stamped her foot, and shouted: "You idiot, who would like you!"
After that, Li Xueyan held a wet handkerchief in her hand, lowered her head slightly, walked to Lingfeng, pretended to be angry, concealed her pounding heart, and threw away the handkerchief.
Zai Lingfeng stretched out his hand, turning his head and not daring to meet his gaze, and wiped his body fiercely with his hand: "The wounds are not all healed, why are you covered in sweat? If you are going to catch a cold, I will still
I have to take care of you! I tell you, idiot, if you are sick, I will not care about you!..."
Li Xueyan babbled to cover up the nervousness in her heart, and her eyes moved to rest on Lingfeng.
As for Lingfeng, when Li Xueyan walked in, his heart began to throb inexplicably. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Li Xueyan, who had always lowered his head, and his eyes became warm and soft unknowingly.
When Li Xueyan finished wiping his body, raised her head as if nothing had happened, and said: "Okay!", her eyes suddenly fell into Lingfeng's eyes.
It was only at this moment that Li Xueyan realized that the distance between the two was so close. Because of her height, when she raised her head slightly, Lingfeng's thin lips were only two inches away from hers.
Suddenly, there was a faint scent in the air, a bit ambiguous and a bit warm.
Li Xueyan froze on the spot, looking deeply into Lingfeng's eyes. Lingfeng's eyes were like a deep pool, locking her tightly.
While Li Xueyan was looking at him, Lingfeng was also looking at Li Xueyan. His eyes moved gently on her face, and finally stopped on one of Li Xueyan's cherry-red lips.
Lingfeng's eyes gradually darkened, and the desire in his heart became stronger and stronger. Li Xueyan's slightly opened red lips were like the attraction of fragrant flowers to bees, deeply attracting Lingfeng.
Lingfeng's mind went blank, and he only listened to the voice in his heart. He slowly lowered his head, and his thin lips gently fell on Li Xueyan's red lips.
Suddenly, a torrent suddenly hit the two people's hearts, and that numbing feeling rippled in their hearts.
This unfamiliar feeling suddenly made Li Xueyan feel panicked. She widened her eyes and wanted to dodge back. However, Lingfeng grabbed her waist and held her tightly in his arms.
His kiss gradually deepened, and the tip of his tongue swept around Li Xueyan's red lips gently and gently, causing Li Xueyan to take a breath and open her mouth.
Suddenly, the spiritual wind rushed in, and the spiritual tongue instantly penetrated into her mouth to pick up her fragrance.
After a long time, when Lingfeng gasped and let go of Li Xueyan, Li Xueyan's feet were so weak that she could hardly stand. She leaned gently into Lingfeng's arms, her face flushed, and she pursed her lips gently,
There was a deep shyness in his eyes.
The hearts of the two of them kept beating "thumping, thumping" and could not calm down for a long time.
After a long time, Lingfeng's hand hesitantly landed on Li Xueyan's back, and softly called out: "Xueyan..."
This sentence of "Xueyan" numbed Li Xueyan's heart, and her heart was filled with joy and sweetness. This feeling was different from when she misunderstood Leng Changxi's identity and fell in love with Leng Changxi.
But Lingfeng's mood at the moment was not as clear as Li Xueyan's. His mood was a bit complicated. He couldn't help but feel for Li Xueyan, and Lingfeng couldn't tell whether he liked her or something else.
But if you like it, what should Leng Changxi do?
It was undeniable that he was attracted to Li Xueyan, but Lingfeng felt confused as to how to make a conclusion after all these thoughts.
Sighing silently, Lingfeng slowly let go of Li Xueyan's body.
Li Xueyan felt his sudden change and looked up at him in confusion. When she saw a flash of confusion and guilt in his eyes, the sweetness in Li Xueyan's heart turned a little sour.
She slowly pushed Lingfeng away and left his arms. With an unnatural smile, she lowered her head and said, "I, I'll prepare breakfast."
Li Xueyan was a child who couldn't hide her thoughts. All her thoughts were written on her face. Lingfeng only needed to look at her gloomy expression to know what she was thinking.
The moment Li Xueyan turned around, Lingfeng grabbed Li Xueyan's hand, with a hint of guilt in his voice: "Xueyan, I'm sorry, let me think about it again, I..."
Li Xueyan felt uncomfortable listening to Lingfeng's words. She threw away Lingfeng's hand, turned around and ran back to the kitchen. The tears she had been holding back for a long time finally fell one drop at a time.
"You idiot, you idiot, whoever likes you must not like you..." Li Xueyan picked up the firewood in her hand and threw it into the fire one by one as if she was angry. She felt sour in her heart until this moment.
Li Xueyan finally understood her thoughts, but she felt painful because of her thoughts. Because she knew that the person Lingfeng liked was Leng Changxi.
Li Xueyan's words fell into the ears of people outside the house, causing Lingfeng's footsteps to stop outside the kitchen door. A hint of joy suddenly slipped through his heart, along with some nervousness. His heart was beating "thumping", but his brows were furrowed.
He squeezed tightly, confusion flashing in his eyes.
After standing outside the house for a long time, Lingfeng still didn't go in and turned back to his room.
Li Xueyan stayed in the stove twice as long as usual that day. It took her a lot of time just to sit under the stove and light the fire.
After the sourness passed, she kept thinking about a question - why did Lingfeng do this?
"He likes me?" Thinking of this possibility, Li Xueyan was secretly happy, but then she thought: "Doesn't he like Leng Changxi?"
As his eyes dimmed, Li Xueyan couldn't help but ask herself: "Since he likes Leng Changxi, why does he do this to me?"
Until the end, Li Xueyan, who was full of confusion, sat under the stove, throwing dry firewood and counting: "He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me..."