Lan Shuang was very skilled at pretending to be asleep, with long breathing and a rosy face, as if she was dating Zhou Gong.
Xin Wujiang lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze without lust, slowly tracing Lan Shuang's eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips.
Finally, it stayed on the bright red lips for a long time.
Lan Shuang: “…”
He looks like a gentleman, but what does it mean when he stares at other people's lips when no one is around?
The key is, do you just watch?
She wanted to press her head herself!
Forget it, hold it in, don’t let your character collapse.
Xin Wujiang's gaze seemed to have substance. He finally spoke when Lan Shuang felt like she was about to be looked down upon.
"I originally bought some chestnuts for you, but you insisted on pretending to sleep. They're cold now, so just throw them away."
As Lan Shuang spoke, she heard the rustling sound of an oil-paper bag.
Is this prodigal really going to throw it away? Or is he trying to lure me in?
Lan Shuang endured it.
As a result, the wicked wind blew over, bringing the aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts all over her face, and she hadn't had lunch yet.
“Gurgle…”
Nothing is more honest than the body.
Hearing this, Lan Shuang wanted to ascend to heaven immediately. Xin Wujiang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Seeing Lan Shuang's face turning red uncontrollably, Xin Wujiang was in a good mood. He sighed, opened the oil paper bag a little more, picked up a chestnut and shook it under Lan Shuang's nose. "It's fresh out of the pan, quite sweet. What a pity, just throw it away."
The way he spoke was just like singing an opera, with each section jumping up and down.
Lan Shuang silently clenched her teeth, and then she felt a gust of wind blowing beside her, as if Xin Wujiang raised his arm to throw something.
Her desire for delicious food still made her bow to the evil forces. She accurately grabbed Xin Wujiang's wrist and said through gritted teeth, "Waste is shameful."
Xin Wujiang raised his eyebrows: "Not pretending anymore?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
She looked at Xin Wujiang with resentment, and seeing the amusement on his face, she felt that she had underestimated him.
"Give me."
She opened her palms, Xin Wujiang closed the paper bag with a smile, and then hid the bag behind him under Lan Shuang's eager gaze.
Lan Shuang: “?”
You have become a bad person, General!
Xin Wujiang's face turned stern and he asked seriously, "Why are you pretending to be asleep?"
Lan Shuang blinked: "Isn't it just teasing you?"
"You're teasing me. What if it's not me who comes? This is very dangerous, you know?"
Xin Wujiang's tone of preaching made Lan Shuang a little confused: "What's the danger?"
"What if it's other men who come? What if they have bad intentions..."
The more Xin Wujiang spoke, the darker his face became. It seemed as if he could already imagine the scene, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Lan Shuang became a little fierce.
Lan Shuang: “…Stop!”
She raised her hand to stop Xin Wujiang's unbridled thoughts, "I pretended to sleep because I recognized your footsteps, so I thought of teasing you. If it were someone else, I would be sick and pretend to sleep."
Xin Wujiang was stunned. "Can you recognize my footsteps?"
Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows, "What else?"
As she spoke, she stood up, pretending to press her forehead with one hand and letting the other hand hang by her side. When Xin Wujiang was distracted, she suddenly pounced on him. Xin Wujiang thought she was going to fall, so he quickly reached out to hold her. Lan Shuang took the opportunity to snatch the sugar-roasted chestnuts from his hand.
Xin Wujiang: “…”
Lan Shuang raised the oil-paper bag and shook it at him, her other hand still on Xin Wujiang's wrist. She smiled brightly, the red maple leaves highlighting her bright eyes and white teeth. "Did I trick you?"
Because of their posture, the two of them were very close to each other. Lan Shuang was half leaning in his arms, her long hair fluttering in the wind, brushing against his fingertips. Xin Wujiang felt a slight chill on his fingertips, and the itch spread along his fingertips to his heart.
Unfortunately, the "culprit" is still unaware.
The faint fragrance of her body surrounded him and encouraged him.
Xin Wujiang's eyes darkened, and when Lan Shuang was about to step back, he grabbed her wrist.
Lan Shuang was puzzled: "Why? Didn't you buy it for me? Why are you taking it back?"
Xin Wujiang smiled lightly and said, "I'll give it to you if I say so. I won't lie."
"Then what are you doing..."
"Put it down first."
Xin Wujiang said as he took the oil paper bag and placed it on the stone table beside him.
Lan Shuang looked at Tang Chao Li Zi reluctantly, but the next moment Xin Wujiang pinched her chin and turned her back, "Look at me."
"Um?"
"I also ate sugar-roasted chestnuts just now."
Xin Wujiang suddenly said this, and Lan Shuang was even more confused: "So?"
"Try it."
He lowered his head and leaned forward, gently kissing Lan Shuang's lips. Just this close contact made him feel a long-lost thrill.
Lan Shuang didn't expect this guy to suddenly become so reckless and was stunned.
Then I felt Xin Wujiang straighten up and frown. Lan Shuang: "What's wrong?"
"awkward."
"ah?"
"ah--"
The next moment, Lan Shuang was picked up by Xin Wujiang, who held her waist and pressed her against a pillar. "Hold me tight."
Lan Shuang obediently hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist skillfully.
Xin Wujiang laughed softly, then pinched Lan Shuang's chin and kissed her fiercely.
It can be said that he is worthy of being a general. When he is with his family, he is full of fierce fighting spirit. Lan Shuang feels that she can't stand it. She always feels that something is wrong with him.
It didn't seem like he came to see her, but rather as if he was jealous and wanted compensation.
"Distracted?" Xin Wujiang asked vaguely in a hoarse voice, biting her lower lip.
Lan Shuang: "No...I...Ugh!"
Without giving her time to finish her words, the victorious general began to inspect his territory inch by inch.
Lan Shuang surrendered completely.
…
By the time Xin Wujiang carried her to the bench and sat her down, Lan Shuang was already exhausted, and her lips were hot and numb.
Xin Wujiang sat at the stone table and began to peel chestnuts slowly.
Lan Shuang asked him weakly with narrowed eyes: "Didn't we agree that we can't cross the line without any name or status?"
Xin Wujiang said calmly, "It's official now. His Majesty personally granted the marriage."
Lan Shuang: "What about the rules we agreed to abide by? Unmarried couples can't meet casually."
Xin Wujiang: "No one saw it."
Lan Shuang: "You're still kissing me, isn't that a bit too presumptuous? I haven't married you yet."
Xin Wujiang took a break from his busy schedule to turn around and look at her: "You kissed me before, and I'm returning the favor."
Lan Shuang: “…”
You are awesome, your argument is well-founded and cannot be refuted.
Lan Shuang stared at Xin Wujiang dimly.
Xin Wujiang remained unmoved, letting her watch. Okay, he did kiss her a little hard, but wasn't that a sign of inexperience? It would get better in the future.
He peeled the last chestnut, pushed the empty shell aside, put the chestnut kernels in an oil paper bag and walked over to Lan Shuang, "Eat it."
Lan Shuang looked at the bag of plump chestnut kernels and smelled the fragrance, and instantly forgave Xin Wujiang.
"I'm tired, feed me."
Lan Shuang leaned limply against the railing, her red lips slightly parted.
Xin Wujiang was silent for a moment, then pinched one and put it into her mouth.
Seeing Lan Shuang squinting her eyes with a smile, Xin Wujiang looked at the chestnut kernels in his hand and suddenly realized the joy of feeding.
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