Wen Momo suddenly felt that the red date fruit in her mouth was sweeter than the candies she had eaten before. I don't know if it was her imagination.
She slowly bit the fruit in her mouth, her head lowered, and her ears were red, even crimson than the fruit she was eating.
When she slowly ate almost half the bag of fruit, Jing Ling finally finished what she was doing, picked up her backpack on the table, and told her to leave.
Wen Momo nodded, took the uneaten bag of fruits, and followed brother Jing Ling.
When leaving the medicine pavilion, Jing Ling told Mo Zhifei and the others that he would send Wen Momo back first and then come back.
Mo Zhifei nodded with understanding, "Don't worry."
Luo Xi also nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Zhao Rushuang looked at Jing Ling, then at Wen Momo, and finally lowered her head to write her report. Although she could see Jing Ling's thoughts, her mood was still very complicated.
After all, it was someone who was in her heart, and she couldn't let it go just because she could really let it go. In the end, she would still feel uncomfortable.
But Wen Momo said goodbye to them all obediently. She was so approachable, well-behaved and sensible that it was difficult for people not to like Wen Momo.
Naturally, it was impossible for Zhao Rushuang to blame Wen Momo with unreasonable resentment. It was just that she was depressed by herself.
After Jing Ling and Wen Momo left, Luo Xi returned to the medicine shelf to sort out her things. From the corner of her eye, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhao Rushuang silently lowering his head and scribbling on the paper, and was slightly startled.
At that time, after leaving the palace, on both sides of the Changlin Avenue, the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the entire avenue in yellow and orange colors. The golden light shimmering in the gaps between the trees was swaying on the ground, stretching out as we walked on the avenue. The two figures of…
Jing Ling held Wen Momo's little hand, but she had a different feeling than before. It seemed that when she held Wen Momo's hand like this before, she naturally wanted to protect her and prevent her from wandering around, but this time...
He held her little hand and felt the softness and smoothness of her little hand pressing against the fingertips of his palm.
She didn't know how long she had been walking, but before Jing Ling knew it, his fingertips were gently caressing her little finger.
But Jing Ling didn't feel anything was wrong, but Wen Momo felt a tingling sensation for a moment...
Originally, Brother Jingling was just holding her hand as usual, and Wen Momo was quite happy to shake his hand, but not long after, Wen Momo felt the pads of Brother Jingling's fingers gently tapping. He squeezed her fingers gently.
Wen Momo seemed to feel uncomfortable, but it wasn't that she was resisting, but... she was a little shy and liked having her brother's fingers touched like this.
It's just...it's so shameful.
Jing Ling first noticed that Wen Momo lowered her head and her ears were getting redder and redder, and then she slowly realized that she was squeezing her fingers and losing her composure.
Jing Ling's ears were also slightly red. If it had been in the past, he would have let go of Wen Momo and stayed away from her. But at this moment, Jing Ling knew what he was doing, and instead... just held on to her like this. Wen Momo didn't let go of her little hand.
As he walked, he lowered his purple eyes slightly to look at Wen Momo's little ears that were getting redder and redder, as red and tender as a little white rabbit.
Suddenly, Jing Ling's Adam's apple clenched, she grabbed her little hand and stopped.
As soon as he stopped, Wen Momo was forced to stop, her face turned red and she mumbled: "Brother... why, you're not leaving?"
Jing Ling was still holding her thin and white hand, tightening his knuckles little by little, as if he was suppressing something.
But he couldn't restrain himself in the end.
(End of chapter)