"Yaf Hedge! I really, really haven't seen a shameless woman like you!" Murong Que turned on his back, so angry that his gums were almost broken.
Unfortunately, seeing his angry appearance, I am not angry anymore. This was not angry, and the throat started to itch again.
"Cough cough cough..." he gasped for breath and coughed again and again.
"Sister Ye! The cold night is heavy, please put on your clothes soon!" Lu Rong stood up and stretched out her hand to pull the black robe of the mysterious clothes on my body. The fingertips rubbed the fabric little by little, as if touching the most beloved thing.
Seeing her movements, my heart trembled, and I looked up at Lu Rong's face inquiringly.
She lowered her eyes, her long curly eyelashes twinkling under the light of the fire. That expression was a little different from the one before Murong Yu.
If Lu Rong in front of Murong Yu is dignified, sophisticated and considerate, then the Lu Rong in front of me is more like a real woman.
The melancholy in her eyes, the nostalgia between her demeanor... It's more like a person who is in love, unable to extricate herself but is unwilling to save herself.
Could it be—I turned my head in astonishment and looked at Murongque over there.
Could it be that Lu Rong really likes Murong Que instead of Murong Yu
But... why? I don’t understand.
Since she liked Murong Que, why did she pretend to be in love with Murong Yu
"Murong's robe... Sister Ye wore a little bigger." Lu Rong's mouth was bent upward, and she looked up at me quietly.
"Dang, of course! After all, he is a big man. It would be strange if I dress appropriately!" For some reason, I suddenly didn't dare to look at Lu Rong.
It is said that women’s instincts are very accurate, and I don’t know if my guess is correct. But if it is right, then Lu Rong must also have her own difficulties.
I pretend to be affectionate with a man I don’t love all day, but I still have to be in front of the man I like... I think no woman would like this!
Of course... the woman during the awkward period is a different matter.
Lift your foot forward and sit down next to the fire again. Lu Rong glanced at Murong Que's back and said after a while, "Murong! Sister Ye is already well."
Speaking forward, I sat down on my left side.
When Murong Que heard Lu Rong's voice, he turned around.
Seeing that both of us had already sat down by the fire, we stepped forward two steps closer.
He frowned when he caught a glimpse of the grilled fish I had thrown by the fire from the corner of his eye. Turning around suddenly, as if going to leave.
"..." Lu Rong moved next to her, raising her head and opening her mouth as if to stop him. But she just opened her mouth and didn't speak.
I couldn't stand it, and immediately shouted: "Murongque!"
Murong Que stopped, but did not look back.
I raised my eyes and glanced at Lu Rong next to me before asking, "Where are you going?"
"I'll pick up some firewood." He responded coldly.
"Wait!" Seeing him leaving, I hurriedly got up from the ground. His footsteps were hurried, and he almost tripped over the clothes that he dragged to the heels.
Murong Que stopped and looked at me with a puzzled face, not knowing what I was doing.
"I'll go pick up the firewood! Just stay here with Miss Lu." I said to him, turned and walked towards the forest not far away.
Murong Que froze for a moment, and immediately reached out and grabbed me. "You are a girl, what kind of firewood do you collect?"
"Pick a firewood for men and women? You can pick it, and so can I!" I frowned, staring at Murong Que with a discontented look.
The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate. I couldn't see his eyes clearly, but I still stubbornly opened my own eyes.
"Cough, cough, cough..." It was a pity that I was only handsome for two seconds, and then I coughed violently.
Murong Que coldly looked at me with disgust. It seems to be saying that, just like me, I want to collect firewood, which is beyond my own control.
"You go back and sit down, I will go back." Murong Que said to me in a rare low voice, and quickly got into the woods.
I was stunned when I looked at the direction he was leaving, then turned my head and looked at Lu Rong who was sitting in front of the fire.
She was looking up at this moment, looking at Murong Que's back in a daze.
Seeing that I was looking at her, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze and smiled at me with her lips curled up.
I ignored her, walked slowly back to the fire, and sat down opposite her.
The two sat face to face, neither spoke, each pondering their own thoughts.
"Miss Ye... It seems a little different from before." Lu Rong on the other side hesitated.
At this moment, she doesn't call me'Sister Ye' anymore!
I froze for a while, then smiled lightly, and said in a steady tone: "Time will change a person, and so will emotions!" I looked at her inquisitively, in fact, I didn't see it real.
Now my eyesight is not very good. Eyes hurt when the light is too strong, and the light is too weak to see clearly. It was so fragile, which annoyed me very much.
"Heh! Really!" She smiled and looked down, staggering my gaze. She reached out and picked up a wooden stick and gently moved the fire in front of her.
"Miss Lu's feelings for the Fourth Young Master Na Murong seem to be unusual!" I said unintentionally.
The fluctuating hand stopped for a moment, and Lu Rong looked up at me with unknown meaning. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes! Murong and I grew up together!"
"Growing up together since childhood? Then you and Na Murong Yu are also childhood sweethearts?" I was a little surprised. After all, the Murong family was a famous master, and the Lu family was just the home of merchants.
Lu Rong shook her head: "No! I came to Qingcheng two years ago, and I met the third master."
Lu Rong did not call Murong Yu'Yu Lang' again this time, but called him the'Three Young Master'. This also made me more convinced that she shouldn't really like Na Murong Yu.
Or... Everything in front of her was deliberately like this, making me think she didn't like Murong Yu
"..." Lu Rong, this woman, I really don't understand her.
"Why are you telling me all this suddenly?" I asked.
She was silent for a while, then suddenly hesitated and opened her mouth: "Do you... like Murong?"
"How is it possible?" I looked at her in astonishment, almost dropping my jaw.
Who do I like, and it's impossible to like Murong Que's bastard who doesn't understand Lianxiangxiyu? How much self-abuse I am so interesting to him
Is the pain from the first two times not enough for me
"Why?" Her eyes moved, as if something flashed by.
I frowned and thought about it carefully, and put my hands on my chin and said, "Murongque is arrogant, arrogant, and doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. He has a straight face every day, as if everyone owes him money... Who eats too much? If I have nothing to do, would I like people like him? I have no tendency to masochistic."