Even the gift that Qiao Anle stuffed into her mouth almost fell to the ground.
Qiao Anle was also startled.
Why do I feel like I'm being treated as a human trafficker?
She waved her hands hastily and took a step back. 】
The two kept a safe distance.
"Um...please keep the things. I...I'll go back first."
Qiao Anle said goodbye and turned to leave.
But before she had taken a few steps, she began to think about the young woman's strange behavior, and the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed to her.
Involuntarily, I turned my head to look.
When they turned around, their eyes met.
Through the crack in the door, the young woman who had just struggled to turn around, unexpectedly turned her head again at some point and stared at Qiao Anle silently.
Her pupils were still gray and she stared at Qiao Anle in a daze.
Qiao Anle stood in the yard, thought for a moment, and spoke loudly to her.
"I still don't know your name? What's your name?"
"...Song...Song Lingdang."
The faint sound came slowly after a long pause.
The sound is very soft.
If Qiao Anle didn’t have good hearing, she would have almost lost hearing.
But such a small reaction was enough to make Qiao Anle happy.
"Song Lingdang... What a nice and memorable name. Song Lingdang, I remember your name. My name is Qiao Anle. You are welcome to visit my home when you are free. If you have any troubles, you can also come to me for help."
The last half of the sentence carries an obvious hint.
Qiao Anle stood there for a while, and the young woman never spoke again.
She waved her hand and left the stuffy and strange house.
…
If there is a hot search in the small mountain village, then the most popular term at the moment must be "dividing food".
And it is absolutely "explosive" in popularity.
Every household was filled with joy because of the distribution of grain.
When the villagers met, they all had happy smiles on their faces and the topic of conversation was always about grain distribution.
The atmosphere is so lively that even the Spring Festival is not as lively as this one.
Even more exciting.
That afternoon, a loud speaker more than three meters high in front of the commune gate began to buzz.
After dozens of seconds.
Li Fengbei's deep and powerful voice was heard.
He briefly explained on the radio that the statistics for the summer rice harvest had been completed, and that everyone would be able to line up in front of the commune gate to collect food at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.
I also remind everyone to remember to bring a basket for food.
Such great news.
The cycle was repeated several times.
There were even villagers who heard the broadcast in the fields and ran home as fast as they could, not even doing their farm work!
From time to time, happy laughter could be heard from every household.
Qiao Anle had no emotional reaction to this.
She had so much food stored in her spiritual treasure space, and it was just a matter of distributing some rice. She was completely calm and peaceful.
On the contrary...
"This broken speaker in the village is of such poor quality. Why is the electric current so strong? I can't even hear Li Fengbei's voice anymore."
Qiao Anle, whose voice control attribute exploded, particularly disliked the lame loudspeaker.
Li Fengbei's pleasant and deep voice was drowned out.
Fortunately, they only had to wait until the middle of the night, when the two of them were lying in the same bed.
She can listen to as much as she wants and whatever she wants.
Moreover, Li Fengbei would speak to her by the side of her neck.
The hot breath of the man...
The subtle sound of thin lips touching...
And the resonance from the chest to the Adam's apple...
Qiao Anle could feel it from the intimate embrace between the two.
That magnetic voice, like the sound of cello strings, touches the heart.
Just thinking about it, Qiao Anle couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast, and she started to have wild thoughts.
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