It was raining all over the sky, and in the woods in the wilderness, a family of three walked silently.
Yan Buhuan was very depressed. At first, Diaozi led her and Jiaoli, which was nothing. Later, Jiaoli led her and Jiaozi, which was nothing.
But now...what does it mean that she is holding the father and son on one side and the other on the right?
The dumpling was in her left hand, and Jiao Li occupied her right hand. It was awkward to let go of either side, and more importantly, she couldn't let go of either side.
Let’s go~~ Let’s go~~~
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but break the calm: "If this continues, when can we go back?"
Jiao Li didn't even look at her: "Are you in a hurry?"
Yan Buhuan remained silent.
I'm not really anxious, it's just...it just feels weird.
Dumpling raised his head and said innocently: "Mother, are you tired?"
Before Yan Buhuan could answer, she felt like the world was spinning, and a pair of arms lifted her up in the air without rejection.
Jiao Li's face was very close, and the rain clung to his thick eyelashes like dewdrops.
"If you are tired, I will carry you back." Although his tone was gentle, it still contained an order that could not be refused.
She is so light, weightless at all, no different from before, and even her smell has not changed, clean and sweet...
Yan Buhuan blushed with embarrassment. Although he was used to being careless before, he was not yet so generous as to be so intimate with a man.
"I...I can walk by myself."
"I know, but you are tired."
"Who said that? How could I..."
"Shh... smart women know how to leave all the hard work to men." Jiao Li smiled softly, with a touching curve at the corner of his mouth.
Jiao Li took advantage of the situation and hooked her arm around his neck, and the distance between them instantly became closer.
It was still a bit cool at night in the early spring, with the slightest intrusion and the rain making it even more damp and cold.
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't that she was really cold, but that the temperature on this man's body was too hot.
It's like suddenly breaking into a room full of spring flowers from the outside during the cold winter.
Warm and cold at first.
Dumpling was very smart and ran to the front. In the drizzle, the little figure was jumping around. Not to mention how happy he was, he looked back from time to time.
Jiao Li is different from Xuanyuan Mu. They also care about dumplings, but Jiao Li is willing to give dumplings more freedom and choices.
Therefore, dumplings tend to favor Jiaoli more, and dumplings respect Xuanyuan Mu.
"Jiaoli...I..."
"Dumpling said you like me very much."
Uh... I don't know what to say.
Yan Buhuan's mind is in a mess right now, and everything seems to be off track.
This feeling is indescribable, just like liking Xuanyuan Mu. If I say I like it, it would be more accurate to say I appreciate it. But the problem is that Xuanyuan Mu rejected her. There is no reason for Xuanyuan Mu to reject her. She has to choose to look exactly like Xuanyuan Mu.
Jiaoli.
Yan Buhuan buried his whole face on Jiao Li's shoulder, lashing out as if his heart was beating like a drum out of control.
The noise made her dizzy.
"I like you. I was just a little curious at first, but now I can tell you that I like you." Jiao Li casually said this sentence which was equivalent to a confession as he walked away.
Proud people are so calm even when they are emotional.
Yan Buhuan raised his head and his eyes widened.
"If you didn't hear clearly, I can say it again." Jiao Li smiled. The sky was filled with rain, and in the woods in the wilderness, a family of three walked silently.
Yan Buhuan was very depressed. At first, Diaozi led her and Jiaoli, which was nothing. Later, Jiaoli led her and Jiaozi, which was nothing.
But now...what does it mean that she is holding the father and son on one side and the other on the right?
The dumpling was in her left hand, and Jiao Li occupied her right hand. It was awkward to let go of either side, and more importantly, she couldn't let go of either side.
Let’s go~~ Let’s go~~~
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but break the calm: "If this continues, when can we go back?"
Jiao Li didn't even look at her: "Are you in a hurry?"
Yan Buhuan remained silent.
I'm not really anxious, it's just...it just feels weird.
Dumpling raised his head and said innocently: "Mother, are you tired?"
Before Yan Buhuan could answer, she felt like the world was spinning, and a pair of arms lifted her up in the air without rejection.
Jiao Li's face was very close, and the rain clung to his thick eyelashes like dewdrops.
"If you are tired, I will carry you back." Although his tone was gentle, it still contained an order that could not be refused.
She is so light, weightless at all, no different from before, and even her smell has not changed, clean and sweet...
Yan Buhuan blushed with embarrassment. Although he was used to being careless before, he was not yet so generous as to be so intimate with a man.
"I...I can walk by myself."
"I know, but you are tired."
"Who said that? How could I..."
"Shh... smart women know how to leave all the hard work to men." Jiao Li smiled softly, with a touching curve at the corner of his mouth.
Jiao Li took advantage of the situation and hooked her arm around his neck, and the distance between them instantly became closer.
It was still a bit cool at night in the early spring, with the slightest intrusion and the rain making it even more damp and cold.
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't that she was really cold, but that the temperature on this man's body was too hot.
It's like suddenly breaking into a room full of spring flowers from the outside during the cold winter.
Warm and cold at first.
Dumpling was very smart and ran to the front. In the drizzle, the little figure was jumping around. Not to mention how happy he was, he looked back from time to time.
Jiao Li is different from Xuanyuan Mu. They also care about dumplings, but Jiao Li is willing to give dumplings more freedom and choices.
Therefore, dumplings tend to favor Jiaoli more, and dumplings respect Xuanyuan Mu.
"Jiaoli...I..."
"Dumpling said you like me very much."
Uh... I don't know what to say.
Yan Buhuan's mind is in a mess right now, and everything seems to be off track.
This feeling is indescribable, just like liking Xuanyuan Mu. If I say I like it, it would be more accurate to say I appreciate it. But the problem is that Xuanyuan Mu rejected her. There is no reason for Xuanyuan Mu to reject her. She has to choose to look exactly like Xuanyuan Mu.
Jiaoli.
Yan Buhuan buried his whole face on Jiao Li's shoulder, lashing out as if his heart was beating like a drum out of control.
The noise made her dizzy.
"I like you. I was just a little curious at first, but now I can tell you that I like you." Jiao Li casually said this sentence which was equivalent to a confession as he walked away.
Proud people are so calm even when they are emotional.
Yan Buhuan raised his head and his eyes widened.
"If you didn't hear clearly, I can say it again." Jiao Li smiled.
