"The room is so big. Is that the kitchen? Is it wood-burning?"
"There's a swing here!"
The moonlight fell on the peaceful courtyard. The girl in white pajamas looked around, uttered gentle admiration, and turned back to smile sweetly at the man from time to time.
The man stood there, looking at the girl quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Wow, so warm."
At this time, Fangfang and Mo Yan, who were quietly following the two of them, were lying outside the courtyard gate, peeking inside through the half-open gap.
Fangfang sighed softly, but Mo Yan immediately covered her mouth, preventing her from making any more sound.
"I want to ride on the swing, can I?"
Lin Yao stood next to the swing and turned around to ask in a coquettish manner.
"Okay, I'll push you."
Fang Xiaole walked over and waited for Lin Yao to sit on the swing. He then reached out and grabbed the ropes on both sides. "Hold on tight and be careful."
After saying that, he gently pushed forward.
"You could use a little more force."
Lin Yao turned around and said to Fang Xiaole.
"Okay, hold on tight."
Fang Xiaole was still a little worried, so he used a little more force and the swing swung higher.
"Try harder, it's okay, I've loved riding on the swing since I was a kid."
Lin Yao actually felt it was not exciting enough.
"All right."
Seeing that Lin Yao didn't seem to be pretending, Fang Xiaole felt relieved and pushed the swing hard a few times. The swing swung higher and higher, and Lin Yao's body was almost parallel to the ground.
"Haha, this is so fun!"
Lin Yao seemed to really enjoy swinging on the swing. She even laughed out loud, which was rare for her. She felt like she was letting herself go.
"I didn't expect Lin Yao to have such a side..."
Fang Xiaole also laughed. Zhang Zhiqin had also swung on the swing like this in the afternoon, but the scene was completely different from Lin Yao's.
It turns out that beautiful people look good in everything they do.
"Uh...Sister Yao is so embarrassing."
Fangfang couldn't help but cover her face, unable to watch any further.
Mo Yan's face turned pale, his fists clenched tightly, and he reached out to open the hospital door, as if he was ready to rush in and interrupt these two "bastards" at any time.
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