Mu Ziling also barely embroidered two purses according to Long Xiaoyu's request in the past one and a half months. According to her words, although the purses she embroidered were not so fancy, they were at least good-looking. use.
What Long Xiaoyu pays attention to is neither good-looking nor mediocre, what he pays attention to is that the purse is made by his family Mumu himself, it is very popular, every stitch and every thread is full of her love for him.
Dahong's "love" was hidden by him with joy, and Dazi's "love" was hung on his waist, and he could touch it with his hand, not to mention how much he couldn't put it down.
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The wind hides in the dense forest, and the cicadas leak into the summer.
There is a shallow lake five miles outside Zhongjun City, which spreads to the fantasy sea area inside the city.
As the sun sets, the orange-red glow covers the entire half of the sky, and the emerald green mountains are also covered with a layer of hazy red. The emerald green and orange light blend together, like a watercolor painting cast into the lake.
Mu Ziling was sitting by the lake bored, and Long Xiaoyu was sitting next to her, watching the feather butterfly that just flew over to send a message.
Behind them there is a tent that has just been set up, and not far away is a forest with lush flowers and trees, and cicadas and birds are heard from time to time.
The two were separated by an arm's length, neither far nor close.
Mu Ziling turned his waist sideways, stretched his neck, and cast his gaze at the butterfly in Long Xiaoyu's hand from time to time, but he didn't see anything.
How many times has this happened
From Yue Lai Ke's departure to this point, it has been a long month and a half, Long Xiao Yu did not know how many times he deliberately sent messages to people through her in such a mysterious way.
At first Mu Ziling focused on embroidering the purse, and didn't pay much attention to him, but now that the purse is embroidered, they are only a few miles away from Zhongjun City, and after another two or three quarters, they can enter without even getting dark. In the city, Long Xiaoyu brought her here to camp and camp.
The nickname is: watching the sunset.
The results of it
The sunset was beautiful, but Mu Ziling wasn't in a good mood watching it.
She picked up a small stone and threw all the little emotions in her heart into the lake.
There was a soft plop, and the lake suddenly became choppy, and circles of ripples mixed with strange lights and shadows scattered in all directions.
Mu Ziling turned to look at Long Xiaoyu.
No response at all.
snort.
Mu Ziling grabbed a fist-sized rock and slammed it into the lake.
There was a loud thump, and the water splashed everywhere. Many ripples of different sizes were formed on the surface of the lake, and the watercolor painting reflected in the lake was broken.
Mu Ziling turned her head again, meeting Long Xiaoyu's gaze.
She quickly turned her head away.
"What's wrong?" Long Xiaoyu twisted the feather butterfly in his hand, got up and sat beside her.
Mu Ziling didn't want to sit with him, so she got up and moved away.
He leans over.
She moved away again.
He leaned over again, and without waiting for her to move, he pulled her into his arms: "Isn't the sunset here beautiful?"
"No." Mu Ziling struggled to get up, but she didn't break free, she turned her head away, neither looking at the sunset nor at him.
Long Xiaoyu sighed, pulled her up and said, "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"Go into town."
Mu Ziling glanced at the tent behind him: "Aren't we going to sleep here?"
Long Xiaoyu asked back: "Do you want to sleep here?"
His eyes were filled with the light of the evening sun, and her appearance was contained in it, enveloping the color of red clouds, charming and attractive.
Mu Ziling glanced at him, and her heart was hooked. She looked away uncomfortably: "What are you going to do with a tent if you're not sleeping out?"
Long Xiaoyu said: "The plan has changed, we will go directly to the city."
"What plan?" Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Is it the thing you told me in Yue Lai Ke before? It's been so long, can't you tell me?"
"Oh and also, you have been sending messages with Yudie behind my back all this time, is it also related to this?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was danger in her eyes: "Long Xiaoyu, to be honest, you Did you really do something to apologize to me?"
Don't blame her for guessing wildly. His actions these days are really like stealing food outside, and then openly vaccinate at home to prepare for everything, and finally pierce the window paper logically, so that the injured drop to lowest.
If so-
Mu Ziling didn't even give him a chance to speak, and said with a very serious expression: "I tell you, Long Xiaoyu, it's useless, no matter how hard you try, I won't—"
Her mouth was gagged.
This small mouth is owed.
Kiss owed.
Long Xiaoyu clasped her head hard, pressed against her lips, half biting her lips, sometimes soft and sometimes hard.
When her body gradually became uncontrollable and softened, and she was completely at ease, he stopped: "Wait until tomorrow, I will tell you tomorrow, huh?"
Mu Ziling opened his mouth, wanting to speak.
After being kissed just now, her face was flushed, her lips were dyed crimson, and her eyes seemed to be covered with mist and rain, moist and moist. He tempted him to hold her face and suck it several times: "I can't wait, but I can't wait!" wait."
It's not that Mu Ziling couldn't wait, but she was really skeptical: "You really didn't do anything wrong to me?"
After all, he was really abnormal during this time, not to mention letting her make a purse for no reason, and frequently sending messages behind her back, what kind of tricks is he doing
She was a little flustered, afraid that something big would happen.
"No." It's useless to just gag, Long Xiaoyu was so helpless, he took her hand, and pawed on his chest: "Why don't you open it and see if there are only people living in it?" you alone?"
She doesn't pick it up, but she still has doubts: "Then you..."
There was no one around, she blushed, tiptoed, and whispered a word in his ear.
She wanted to ask this question a long time ago.
The breeze was blowing slowly, the lake water was swaying softly, her voice was like a feather scratching at the tip of his heart, making his heart itchy unbearably.
He closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain himself, and finally squeezed out the words between his teeth: "I will tell you tomorrow too."
Anyway, it's already sunset now, and it's only a few hours away from tomorrow.
The sunset here is beautiful, and Mu Ziling hasn't seen enough of it yet. She sat down and looked at the scenery of water and sky in the west without turning her eyes: "Okay, you go to your unknown plan, and I will do it myself." Stay here for one night and come back tomorrow.”
How could Long Xiaoyu leave her alone
You know, he has nothing to do with her.
In the end, the two of them still stayed here overnight. In the middle of the night, Long Xiaoyu carried the sleeping man into the carriage and entered the city.
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At Yinshi the next day, before dawn, Mu Ziling was awakened by a knock on the door.
They slept in a tent at night, how could there be a knock on the door
Mu Ziling was still in the hazy consciousness of sleep, but his subconscious was extremely clear.
"Knock knock—"
The door is still ringing, not in a hurry, very rhythmic.
Mu Ziling opened his eyes, and in front of him was not the roof of the tent, but the beam roof.
She sat up instantly.
A faint candle was burning in the corner of the room, and the surrounding environment could be vaguely seen.
(end of this chapter)