"Thank you, sister."
Wen Xingyue happily accepted it.
This is the first gift my sister ever gave me; I must keep it safe.
"If you like it, I'll make it for you again next time."
Perfume production was difficult and mass production was not possible in this era, so Wen Lingyue only made two bottles for her family to use.
One bottle was made for her, and the other was for my mother.
Although she didn't like her and didn't want to talk to her when she was making it, she still subconsciously wanted to make a bottle for her.
I want to give her everything.
...
"Sister, I'm going back now. Come visit me when you have time."
After having dinner at the Wen family's house, Wen Xingyue and Huo Tingxiao were about to head back.
Wen Xingyue waved goodbye to Wen Lingyue with reluctance.
"Sister, if you don't want to come to me, you can call me and I'll come to you."
Fearing that Wen Lingyue might not want to come to her, Wen Xingyue said something with a hidden agenda.
In short, no matter which option she chooses, she wants to play with her older sister.
"Okay, I'll come find you." Wen Lingyue's expression softened slightly.
She was willing to go find her herself, so how could she not go find her?
"Take this."
Wen Lingyue then handed her a small box.
A sweet aroma filled the air.
"Is this the little cake my sister was talking about? It smells so good!"
Wen Xingyue took the small box, sniffed it, and found the air to be sweet, like sweet milk.
"Yes, if you like, give me a call and I'll make it for you again."
Wen Lingyue watched her sniffing bones with the puppy, a slight smile curving her lips. She couldn't resist reaching out to pat her head.
"Thank you, sister. You're the best," Wen Xingyue said sweetly.
...
"You really like your sister?"
In the car, Huo Tingxiao glanced at the person leaning against him, who was still looking back even after the car had driven away, and squeezed the soft hand in his palm.
“I love it, Huo Tingxiao. My sister is so good to me. She even gave me perfume today, and she made me a little cake. It smells so good, it's so sweet, and it tastes so good. I'll share it with you when we get back.”
Wen Xingyue nodded her little head rapidly, her tone boastful; if she had a little tail, it would definitely wag like a propeller.
Her older sister gave her a gift, but only to her.
hey-hey.
The little peach blossom spirit has an older sister now, hehehe, I love the little peach blossom spirit's older sister.
Now I'll have older girls around my age to play with.
After arriving in the human world, Wen Xingyue spent most of her time with Huo Tingxiao, Huo Tingjun, and Huo's mother.
Aside from meeting her aunt Fang Yihan, who isn't much younger than her, when she visited her maternal grandmother's house last time, she usually doesn't have any girls her own age to play with.
So when Wen Xingyue learned that she had an older sister who was not much older than her, she was very happy.
I had a lot of fun playing with Huo Tingxiao, the little chubby boy. It was great to have an older sister who was about my age to keep me company. I can ask her to go shopping with me in the future, and we can buy delicious food together and whisper secrets to each other. I'm so happy about that too.
“We can come back often. You can play with your sister more often if you like. You can go play with her when you are bored at home.”
Huo Tingxiao looked at his smug little wife, her face beaming with joy, unable to suppress her smile. She shook her head and swayed her body, clearly happy to have a playmate her own age.
Thinking about her surroundings, it seems she really doesn't have any playmates her age...
She married into the compound and caused a scene at the wedding, after which no one wanted to hang out with her anymore.
Even though her mother was an elder, and she cared for the little peach blossom spirit, she couldn't play with her as she pleased.
Even her aunt was more than ten years younger than her.
Huo Tingjun recently started school, and he's a man, a husband, and she also has her own little secrets she can't tell him...
She is only 20 years old.
At this age, she should be out having fun with her girlfriends, but she doesn't have many peers around her.
It was rare to find someone about the same age as Wen Lingyue, so she followed Wen Lingyue around like a little shadow all day, going wherever she went.
He reached out and stroked her head with a touch of tenderness, realizing that he hadn't considered her feelings.
"Pop—"
Unexpectedly, Wen Xingyue leaned close to him and kissed him on the cheek.
Huo Tingxiao lowered his eyes and stared at her, his gaze asking for her opinion.
"Huo Tingxiao, thank you for coming back with me today."
Wen Xingyue wasn't shy at all, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
This afternoon, her mother talked to her a lot, and the thing Wen Xingyue remembered most was that she could kiss Huo Tingxiao more often.
For a rough-around-the-edges guy like him who spends most of his time in the military, he doesn't see many women. As long as you treat him well, give him a soft look, and speak sweetly, his heart will slowly grow to belong only to you.
Wen Xingyue didn't remember much of what her mother said, but she did remember that she could kiss Huo Tingxiao.
Huo Tingxiao was handsome, and Wen Xingyue found him pleasing to the eye and was willing to kiss him.
Huo Tingxiao's eyes deepened as he met those captivating and alluring eyes, which were beautiful and clear, filled with his own reflection.
Only my own shadow.
As darkness fell, the car window was opened, and the car drove smoothly. A cool breeze blew into the car, and the moonlight overhead also shone through the window and into those eyes, captivating the heart and soul.
Huo Tingxiao's Adam's apple bobbed. No man could resist the sight of his beloved girl gazing intently at him.
He gently stroked the back of her head, drawing her closer. The distance between them suddenly closed, and he opened his hand, his thumb caressing her red lips, as he lowered his voice, "Didn't Mom teach you to kiss here?"
He pointed to his lips with his other finger.
"Huh?" Wen Xingyue blinked blankly.
Did Huo Tingxiao overhear his conversation with his mother?
Before she could think of anything, Huo Tingxiao's breath suddenly drew closer, and his cool lips touched hers.
Those eyes were so innocent that Huo Tingxiao felt a sense of guilt. He gently closed her eyes with his hand, and moved his large hand from her head to her waist, forcing her to move a little closer to him.
What does guilt matter? She is his wife.
She is the person he wants to spend his life with.
She provoked him first.
If you want to keep him, you have to win him over with sincerity.
He doesn't mind serving her, but only if she doesn't leave him.
In the afternoon, Huo Tingxiao overheard Wen's mother teaching Wen Xingyue how to control herself. The little girl listened in a daze, her face turning bright red, too embarrassed to know what to do.
"Huo... Huo Tingxiao."
Cool lips pressed against his, a strange feeling spreading through her heart. It was different from kissing his face; she felt a little itchy inside. Wen Xingyue, at a loss, grabbed the hem of his clothes.
My heart is itching, like something is growing inside me.
"Yes, do it this way next time."
Because they were in the car, and there were other people in the car, Huo Tingxiao didn't do anything excessive. He just pressed his lips to hers, but that was enough to make his heart flutter and feel satisfied.
As Wen's mother had said, Huo Tingxiao had been in the military camp for many years and had not been in contact with many women. Even kissing was a first for them. He had no skills, but simply being close to her and feeling her tense and rapid breathing filled Huo Tingxiao with satisfaction.
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