Listening to the noises made by the little girl behind me, she was moaning softly because of the itchiness. I guess she was bitten hard by a mosquito.
"After the sun goes down, don't go to the gutter to attract mosquitoes." Walking into the bedroom, Yan Mingli saw the red bumps on her arms by candlelight, and his eyes were full of heartache.
"I've been bitten like this, and you're still mean to me." Mo Yutong pouted and acted coquettishly and softly.
"I'm not mean to you, I just..." Heartbroken. When a little girl like a kitten acts coquettishly and cutely to you, any man would be unable to resist.
Anyway, Yan Mingli felt that the wall in his heart was about to collapse.
"What is it?" The little girl was aggressive and aggressive. Yan Mingli couldn't help but chuckle, "Be good and stop making trouble. I'll go get some mugwort and mint."
"But it's so itchy, I'm almost dying of it!" Mo Yutong originally wanted to say that there was some toilet water in the cabinet, but when she heard him say that he wanted to get some mugwort and mint, she immediately swallowed her words.
"Don't scratch, be careful not to scratch and leave scars." Seeing that she was very itchy, Yan Mingli rushed to the next door to get mugwort and mint, and went into the kitchen to get a mortar.
Oh! Beauty is really misleading. I went out for just a short while and I felt so itchy!
Yan Mingli hurried into the bedroom, lit a rope made of mugwort and leaned it against the corner.
He put the mint leaves into the mortar and crushed them vigorously with the pestle. When the juice came out, he handed it to her and said, "Here, it's a little cold!"
"Brother Li, won't you help me wipe it?" Mo Yutong looked at him pitifully, but he was unmoved and remained silent.
"Okay! I'll do it myself!" Mo Yutong took the mortar and sat in the chair, bending over to apply the ointment on the swollen calf.
But he didn't see the broken jade-like stars in Yan Mingli's eyes. How could he dare to wipe the girl's white legs and delicate arms? He didn't dare to do that.
"Brother Li, you can't see here on your neck." The little girl's eyes were full of weakness and helplessness. The boy couldn't bear it any longer. Looking at the red bumps on the side of her neck under her ears, he said distressedly: "I'll wipe it for you."
"Okay!" She turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.
The young man held the mortar in one hand and dipped the other hand in mint juice, gently applying it on the side of her neck. He was so serious that Mo Yutong's ears gradually turned red.
Apart from the bright red bumps, the boy's sight also contained the girl's cute red earlobes. His heart seemed to be hooked tightly, and he couldn't help but get closer and closer.
The warm breath hit her neck, it was all the warm and clean breath of the young man. Mo Yutong felt so hot that she dared not move.
Suddenly she felt a chill, and she couldn't help but shiver and hum softly.
The soft hum seemed to unlock a dusty lock. The boy's pupils trembled slightly, and his fingers rubbed slower and slower. The rough fingertips pressed against the girl's delicate skin, and it was frighteningly hot.
Facing the heart-stirring heat, Mo Yutong's cheeks turned even redder, and she stood there as obedient as a soft flower.
The boy tried his best to suppress the heat surging in his body, and almost used up all his self-control to not eat the flower.
"That's enough." The boy had a dry throat and was breathing rapidly. Afraid that the little girl would find out, he turned around and ran out of the door in embarrassment.
Mo Yutong, who had reacted, could no longer catch a glimpse of the boy's back. She could only bury her burning cheeks in her palms and wait until the temperature dissipated before climbing onto the bed and lying down.
The wind-like boy was standing in the yard at this moment, silently blowing the cold wind, until the heat in his body completely dissipated, then he dared to go back to the bedroom.
The little girl lying between the two children hugged Yan Mingcheng and moved inward to make room for him when she saw him come in.
His face turned red, and the heat that had just subsided was about to resurface. He quickly lowered his eyes and walked silently to the head of the bed.
Mo Yutong thought he was going to bed, her face immediately turned red with shame, she pulled the quilt to her chin and looked at him embarrassedly.
Bending down, he couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of his eyes. His heart was moved for a moment, and he quickly dragged out the straw mat from under the bed and spread it on the ground.
"I'll sleep on the floor, it's cool!" Yan Mingli added, as if afraid that the little girl would think too much.
"Did you sleep like this last night?" The pain in his heart was tinged with bitterness, and the feeling made Mo Yutong's eyes slightly red.
"Well, I'm afraid of the heat." Seeing her like this, Yan Mingli had to quickly give the most reasonable explanation.
No wonder when she woke up this morning, she saw the three of them occupying the bed completely, leaving no space at all.
I thought he had gotten up early to move it, but I didn't expect he hadn't even gone to bed.
It turns out that what he said about my house being too small to accommodate him really was too small!
She didn't know when the task she had asked Ma Xinguo to do in the afternoon would be completed. She really wanted to get the furniture right away.
Then let her boy sleep in the most comfortable bunk bed and cover himself with the softest and most comfortable quilt.
"Actually..." Mo Yutong still wanted to fight for the boy to sleep with her, but she promised not to disturb him through Yan Mingcheng.
Yan Mingli saw through her thoughts and quickly interrupted her, saying coldly, "Stop daydreaming and go to sleep."
Humph! He was actually mean to her, and he was actually mean to her again. This was intolerable. Mo Yutong sat up and looked at the boy with a cold brow.
Unfortunately, she lacked the aura, and her appearance was not much different from the angry Yan Mingxue.
Yan Mingli loosened his belt and opened the cabinet door. He accidentally saw the floral water on the top layer and turned to look at the little girl.
She clearly had better mosquito repellent, but she insisted on making her own mint juice to apply on her.
Enduring the itch and coldness just to have a closer contact with him.
How much does she like me? How much does she want to be with me?
"I forgot." The clever little girl understood the boy's eyes and didn't dare to get angry. She quickly closed her eyes, got into bed, and stopped looking at him.
"Yeah." The boy closed the cabinet door, blew out the candle, and lay quietly on the straw mat.
He stared at the roof without any sleepiness, his mind full of the little girl's enthusiastic love.
After a while, the little girl's soft and sweet voice came, "Brother Li, are you asleep?"
"Be good and don't talk!" The night can give birth to many things, such as courage. Yan Mingli looked in the direction of the little girl, his eyes full of love.
Hearing his gentle and doting tone, Mo Yutong's heart softened, "Brother Li, good night!"
I have a lot of secrets that I want to tell you in my dreams.
Listening to the little girl's gradually steady breathing, Yan Mingli closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.
It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Apart from the rustling of leaves and the sharp and persistent chirping of summer insects, the only sounds were the occasional footsteps of patrolling militiamen.
The man stood beside the quiet ramie forest for a while. After seeing the militia team go away, he knocked on the side door of Widow He's house in a muffled manner.
Cui Shengli, a militiaman who had temporarily left the team because of diarrhea, had just come out of the woods nearby when he saw a black shadow flash into Widow He's house.
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