Butterfly Loves Flowers (Part Two)
Ji Qingzhou had no way to refute Qi Ling's accusations.
He didn't know why An Yi was crying. The cod, who had only been there for a few days, told him that An Yi was doing well.
He was worried that she wouldn't be used to the food and that she would just eat whatever she wanted, so he asked the chef at the old house to prepare some food and send it to her.
But An is sad because he did something wrong.
He felt guilty for not contacting An Yi earlier, and for always avoiding the topics An Yi wanted to discuss.
But even when he tried again, he still didn't dare to reply to An Yi.
To make up for the mistakes he made and the debts he owed.
Ji Qingzhou devoted all her time to An Yi.
While An was writing, he sat next to him, not even looking at the documents.
Whenever she looked up, he would eagerly approach her and ask what she needed.
He followed her downstairs, and he would do anything for her that required her to do it herself.
An already enjoyed watching them make oiled paper umbrellas, and he also made oiled paper umbrellas, even though it wasn't very convenient for him to do it with only one hand.
Qi Ling and her grandmother were very surprised that Ji Qingzhou could make oil-paper umbrellas.
Grandma praised Ji Qingzhou highly and generously complimented him, saying that his umbrella-making skills were even more exquisite than Qi Ling's.
Qi Ling felt resentful and was very dissatisfied with her grandmother's siding with outsiders. With a strong movement, she snapped the bamboo strip in her hand.
The look in Ji Qingzhou's eyes, which she already disliked, became even more unpleasant.
Ji Qingzhou really liked her grandmother's pragmatic approach.
He even subtly told himself about his grandmother's praise, even though she was present when her grandmother said it, but she didn't react to the praise at all.
She simply sat quietly, just like before, on a small stool opposite her grandmother, watching her make umbrellas.
When An Yi was watching her grandmother make umbrellas, Ji Qingzhou moved to the side. When Qi Ling was looking at oil-paper umbrellas, Ji Qingzhou moved to Qi Ling's side.
Before Qi Ling could even get angry, An had already reached her breaking point.
She pointed to where Ji Qingzhou had been sitting and said, "Your seat is over there."
Ji Qingzhou, whose left arm was in a sling, was awkwardly holding the umbrella frame when An Yi said that, and she sheepishly returned to her seat.
After Ji Qingzhou returned, An Yi did not neglect him and still turned to Ji Qingzhou during the patrol.
Ji Qingzhou worked even harder.
It's as if the oil-paper umbrellas we learned to use as children were waiting for this moment.
Ji Qingzhou's left hand was not convenient, so An Yi helped him hold the umbrella in place so that he could operate it more easily.
An held the umbrella ribs in one hand and the handle in the other, rotating the umbrella in coordination with Ji Qingzhou's movements.
He suddenly said, "Let me teach you how to make an oiled paper umbrella."
An paused for a moment, then instinctively declined, "No need, I still prefer to watch." She was always well aware of the condition of her hands.
"I'll teach you, step by step, you can do it."
Under Ji Qingzhou's confident gaze, An had already wavered.
Actually, she had always wanted to make one, to make the white umbrella with flowing clouds from her dreams.
How come Ah-Yun does it so well? Did she use up all her skills in her previous life?
An tightened her grip on the umbrella handle and nodded in agreement.
An later realized that the promise she made was a bit rash. She hadn't expected that Ji Qingzhou's suggestion to teach her how to make umbrellas would start with cutting bamboo in the mountains.
The unevenly split umbrella ribs made An retreat.
When it was time to feed the horses, An Yi eagerly followed Qi Ling to feed them.
Ji Qingzhou called out to An Yi, "Can I feed your horse first?"
An exclaimed in surprise, "Ah?"
He led her to a house next to the inn and pointed to four horses of various sizes, saying, "These are all your horses."
An's eyes darted back and forth between Ji Qingzhou and Ma three times: "When did this happen?"
"I bought it yesterday," the old man said cheerfully as he came out of the house. "You must be his girlfriend. He said you especially like horses, so he bought it for you."
When Ji Qingzhou came to buy the horse from the old man yesterday, the old man was very happy. He originally did not want to sell it, as he had raised the horse from a foal to four.
But Ji Qingzhou simply said, "Name a number."
The old man knew he couldn't refuse now; he had too much to give.
He bought the horse and said he would pay for its feeding if I left it here.
The old man was overjoyed, smacking his lips with delight, thinking that he had truly met a foolishly rich person in his life, and that he had encountered a windfall.
An frowned, turned and walked away: "I don't want to."
Ji Qingzhou followed behind: "Let's take another look. They're adorable, even more adorable than Qi Ling's horses."
An said helplessly, "I don't know how to raise horses, and I don't like raising horses."
She really just enjoys watching.
Ji Qingzhou said, "Of course you don't need to take care of him. This old man will take care of him for you. You just need to come and visit occasionally."
All you need to do is not follow Qi Ling when he is feeding the horses, but come here to watch him feed the horses.
An stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at the horses carefully. She had only thought of refusing, but now that she saw them, the horses were indeed very cute.
Ji Qingzhou added fuel to the fire: "If you want to ride a horse, I can teach you how."
The image of the boy standing against the wind immediately appeared before An Yi's eyes.
In the end, she was persuaded by Ji Qingzhou.
An has realized that instead of keeping the cameras away from her, they are getting closer and closer, monitoring her 24/7 for many days now.
Logically speaking, after An expressed her feelings, their relationship should have been in the honeymoon phase.
However, their progress has always been different from that of the general public.
Moreover, An Yi couldn't stand Ji Qingzhou's overly eager behavior. She would raise her hand to ask if she wanted water, and when she went downstairs, she would ask if she wanted a fruit platter.
An threw away the broken box containing the thirty-one pieces, saying, "I'm going to feed the horses. Don't follow me."
She ran to the neighbor's yard and asked the old man to bring out two horses, one big and one small, to feed them. She then followed behind the horses.
Once they reached the top of the mountain, An looked back and indeed saw Ji Qingzhou behind him.
She stopped and waited for Ji Qingzhou to come up to her: "Didn't you say you weren't going to follow me?"
Ji Qingzhou took out mosquito repellent spray from his pocket and sprayed it while saying, "I'm not following you, I'm following the old man."
An retorted angrily, "What's the difference?"
Ji Qingzhou sprayed the product in circles onto An Yi's arms and legs, leaving no exposed skin untouched, not even a single square centimeter.
"Yes, but you won't let me follow you."
An was speechless. What difference did it make?
A mosquito landed on Ji Qingzhou's neck, its belly swollen with a large blood sac.
An slapped down, and the blood in the blood pack immediately burst open and stuck to his hand.
Ji Qingzhou patted his pockets, found he didn't have any tissues, grabbed An Yi's hand, wiped the dirt on his T-shirt, and then carefully wiped it clean from the hem of the shirt.
He wiped his hand clean but didn't let go, so he naturally placed it in his hand.
The green hills and fields rippled in the wind, and the smaller horse ran in a circle before returning to the old man's side.
The old man pointed to An Yi, as if to tell the horse that that was its master. The little horse seemed to understand human nature and actually walked towards An Yi.
Ji Qingzhou carefully hooked An Yi's little finger around hers and tugged at it, saying, "Don't you like me a lot?"
An narrowed her eyes, recalling and reminding him, "I meant 'like'."
Whether she liked someone or not made much difference to An Yi, she was simply admitting her feelings to the person she was interested in, and she didn't want those words to please him yet.
Ji Qingzhou didn't argue anymore, she just said, "I like Ji Qingzhou."
The little horse walked up to An Yi, who raised her free hand to pat the little horse, then patted its rump, sending it off to graze.
The soft, smooth touch put her at ease, and she gave a soft "hmm".
Oh well, let him be happy for a while longer.
Under Ji Qingzhou's intentional or unintentional arrangements, An Yi had many more things to do every day, leaving him no time even to watch the umbrella-making process.
She spent all her time making oiled paper umbrellas. Because her hands couldn't keep up with her brain, the umbrella-making process was extremely slow, and she could only make up for it with time.
Qi Ling secretly expressed her approval of Ji Qingzhou; this man was quite shrewd.
An's lazy days have become more fulfilling, and she now schedules her daily updates for the evenings.
The previous story has come to an end.
The day after Ji Qingzhou arrived, she had the idea of writing down her past life's story.
There were many things she didn't know about her past life, especially Huai Chuan's fate.
Every night when she had free time or before going to sleep, An would start reminiscing from their first meeting, all the way to the later story of the warhorse returning alone. She tried to create a dream to enter into first.
These dreams occurred at no particular time or in no specific place; in short, she couldn't find a pattern.
This was the only way, but it had no effect.
"I'm done showering," Ji Qingzhou's voice came from the bathroom. An had already gotten up from her computer and gone to the bathroom.
Ji Qingzhou's left hand is not convenient, and she needs An Yi's help to get dressed after taking a shower.
An pushed open the bathroom door and quickly covered her eyes: "Where are your pants?"
Ji Qingzhou stood in the steamy bathroom wearing only black underwear. No matter how quickly An Yi covered herself, she could still see her long, shapely legs and the bulge in the middle, with water droplets still dripping from the thin skin.
An's face flushed, and an unconscious feeling of guilt made her take a step back.
"Sorry, I forgot to take it. I just told you, could you please get it for me?" Perhaps the humid environment moistened Ji Qingzhou's throat, making his voice sound moist and watery.
"Ah, no, I didn't hear you." An Yi continued to cover her face, but opened the door a crack to look at the road and go get clothes for Ji Qingzhou.
It must be because the bathroom temperature was too high, which made her temperature rise as well. An had already left the bathroom to get some clothes to cool down before going back in.
She still covered her eyes and handed the pants to Ji Qingzhou first.
Ji Qingzhou smiled, seemingly a little helpless: "Could you help me put it on? I twisted my arm just now and it hurts a bit."
An let out a heavy sigh, his hands supporting his waistband, his eyes now narrowed to slits as his hands no longer shielded them.
Ji Qingzhou moved in sync with the movements.
With only a slit in the field of vision, the field of vision becomes smaller, but the image grows larger and larger like a magnifying glass. The lines of the leg muscles are as smooth as a sculpture, and the curve from the knee to the ankle is just right. Your fingers will accidentally touch the skin of the leg.
After putting on his pants, he moved on to his shirt, being extra careful because the injury was on his hand.
The T-shirt was pulled over Ji Qingzhou's head, passed over her right arm, and then her left hand was carefully slipped inside.
An lowered his head and saw some scenery.
An cursed herself inwardly. Although she had been troubled by how to write about the wedding night, she shouldn't have been focusing her energy on this.
Despite her reflections, Ji Qingzhou's hands kept brushing against the muscles of her upper body as she moved.
After finally getting into the clothes, An reached out and pulled down the hem one last time.
But the moment she raised her hand, she brushed against it. In that instant, An felt Jingzhong Hongmei wake up.
Ji Qingzhou hissed and pressed An Yi against the wall.
Unseen by An Yi, his eyes were already blazing with fury.
An Yi met Ji Qingzhou's burning eyes, like a fawn cornered in a desperate situation.
His face gradually drew closer to An Yi, his lips stopping just before touching hers.
"Anyi, let's kiss." Her tone was as if she was trying her best to hold back.
An had already lightly bit the inside of her lip, and Ji Qingzhou finally couldn't resist kissing her.
He pressed his lips against the upper lip, then sucked on the lower lip, sucking twice, and then rubbed the upper and lower lips together in his mouth.
She stuck out her tongue, licked her upper lip, and then said "Breathe" in front of her lips. An was breathing like a robot following the instructions.
Taking advantage of her breathing, Ji Qingzhou quickly slipped his tongue inside, teasing her tongue briefly before withdrawing, and finally kissed her lips together.
A gentle, fleeting kiss.
Ji Qingzhou rested her head on An Yi's shoulder, her breathing becoming heavier.
He whispered in her ear, "Excuse me, I might need your help to get dressed in a little while."
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