Chapter 1009 Two Roses (Additional chapter for Li Pu)
Seeing that Sikong Qing didn't cut the meat for him, Ye Xiaoman asked, "Why don't you eat?"
Sikong Qing wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, "All for you."
His tenderness lasted only a few seconds before he immediately returned to his old ways, his peacock tail immediately raised, "Be happy, I'm still good to you."
Ye Xiaoman smiled and said, "I can't eat so much either."
She used magic to cut a big chicken leg for Sikong Qing, added lettuce, and placed it on a lotus leaf and served it to him.
"I'd feel bad if you were starving."
Although Sikong Qing didn't need to eat, he felt happy after hearing Ye Xiaoman's caring words, so he took the food and ate it.
Jiaying watched the interaction between Ye Xiaoman and Sikong Qing from the side. He felt very uncomfortable and envied Sikong Qing's brightness and liveliness. She could keep Ye Xiaoman chatting all the time and completely leave him aside.
But Jiaying and his brothers have been through so much house fighting for so long and are no pushovers. He is no longer willing to wait passively, but will bravely take the initiative when it is time to do so.
Jiaying leaned his head on Ye Xiaoman's shoulder, his posture even more delicate than Sikong Qing's.
Ye Xiaoman touched the soft hair on the back of Jiaying's head. He had been wearing the silver hairpin she gave him all these years.
"Jiaying, eat something too."
She said, “If you don’t eat meat, you can have grilled vegetables.”
Sikong Qing immediately said, "He is not allowed to eat what I bake."
"Don't be stingy." Ye Xiaoman narrowed her eyes and pointed at Sikong Qing with her chopsticks. Sikong Qing clicked his tongue and turned his head away, no longer objecting.
Ye Xiaoman put some delicious vegetarian food, such as grilled mushrooms and grilled corn, in a lotus leaf for Jiaying, and also gave him a bowl of water, which was the mountain spring water she had personally fetched for Jiaying.
"Here, this is spring water. There's no dew yet. I'll gather some for you tomorrow when I get up."
Jiaying's mouth curled up, he glanced at Sikong Qing from the corner of his eyes, and asked Ye Xiaoman: "If you want to collect dew for me, you need to get up early and collect water from each flower. Isn't it too hard?"
Ye Xiaoman thought it was not that troublesome. With her water-type spiritual root, she could control the water resources between heaven and earth. Then she could gather the water with just one spell.
But she still said: "It's okay to work hard, you know I am willing to do it."
Jiaying smiled.
Sikong Qing said angrily: "I want one too!"
Ye Xiaoman said: "You want everything."
Sikong Qing: "Even if I don't like to drink it, it's fine to pour it out. I also want the dew."
Ye Xiaoman: "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. Come on and eat. Even so many delicious foods can't fill your mouth."
Ye Xiaoman was particularly attentive to the food she hadn't yet put into her mouth.
Only then did Sikong Qing calm down.
Jiaying was immediately not so happy anymore. Sikong Qing was really unlucky. He had stabbed so many villains but still couldn't kill Sikong Qing.
But Jiaying felt that a man as willful and low in emotional intelligence as Sikong Qing would soon be disliked by his wife.
Jiaying made up his mind that the more noisy Sikong Qing was, the more he would pretend to be sensible, so that Sikong Qing would appear even more unreasonable. After a while, when Ye Xiaoman lost patience with Sikong Qing, he would make up an excuse that Sikong Qing was behaving inappropriately by flirting with a foreign girl and kick Sikong Qing out of the house.
On Ye Xiaoman's right was an elegant and pure white rose, and on her left was a bold and passionate red rose. She had already forgotten how many times she had felt extremely happy.
After a satisfying meal and a few drinks, Ye Xiaoman composed a poem: "On this wonderful night..."
She had no cultural talent to contribute, so she looked at the two roses on her left and right and decided to do something practical that ordinary people would do.
She said, "It's time to go to bed."
Sikong Qing immediately asked, "Who are you with?"
Ye Xiaoman said generously: "Let's go together."
Sikong Qing cursed without thinking: "You wish."
He said, "You can only choose one of us."
"I can't choose," Ye Xiaoman said in great distress, "You are all the most precious people in my heart."
She pretended to have a choked voice, "No matter who I leave behind, I will be very painful."
Sikong Qing mocked: "Your heart is probably like a mangosteen, with a person living in each petal."
Ye Xiaoman: "You know I'm Mangosteen, yet you still come to embarrass me."
Sikong Qing asked directly: "So who do you choose?"
Jiaying and Sikongqing both looked at her eagerly.
This is a war for them, and no one wants to lose to others in this aspect.
Ye Xiaoman scratched her hair: "Do I have to choose someone?"
Jiaying and Sikongqing nodded together: "Yes."
Ye Xiaoman sighed.
Ye Xiaoman used her claws to brush off the dust on her body, seemingly struggling.
The bad girl is very familiar with dealing with this situation, and she will not offend any fish.
Since Sikong Qing and Jiaying had a gap in their cultivation, they couldn't use the Merit Stone, so she took out a handful of dried spiritual grass stems from her storage bag and said, "Take one and see who has the better luck."
"Whoever draws the longest one wins."
Sikong Qing and Jiaying held their breath, and with serious expressions, they each pulled out a grass stalk from Ye Xiaoman's hand and put the grass roots together to compare their lengths.
Sikong Qing won.
Jiaying pinched the grass stem dejectedly.
"I'm sorry, Jiaying."
The outcome was decided, and Ye Xiaoman immediately prepared the venue for tonight's stay.
She then took out a miniature hut from her storage bag and placed it on the open space. The hut grew towards the wind and became a fairly neat house.
There is a small garden inside, as well as several separate houses hidden among the lush flowers and trees. It is sheltered from wind and rain and is a good place to relax.
Sikong Qing was beaming with joy as he followed Ye Xiaoman into the courtyard.
Jiaying followed in, and Sikong Qing pushed Jiaying unceremoniously, "What are you doing here?"
Jiaying is much stronger than Sikong Qing, but he has decided to act like a weak and innocent girl in front of Ye Xiaoman. When he was bullied by Sikong Qing in front of Ye Xiaoman, he did not say a word, but just shook his body and looked at Ye Xiaoman painfully.
Ye Xiaoman saw it and said, "Sikong Qing, don't bully others."
Sikong Qing was in a good mood, he just snorted.
Ye Xiaoman said to Jiaying, "There are still many empty rooms here. Feel free to pick one and stay there."
She squeezed Jiaying's fingers soothingly and said, "I'll come find you when I have time."
Before she could finish her words, she was dragged away by the impatient Sikong Qing.
The two entered the room and closed the door. Ye Xiaoman touched her round belly and collapsed on the bed.
Ye Xiaoman has been partying every night recently, and today she feels a little bit deprived.
She was not able to do it tonight, so she planned to sleep with Sikong Qing in her arms.
Sikong Qing glanced at Ye Xiaoman like a dead pig. He said nothing and walked out the door. Not long after, he pushed the door open again.
"Hello, Ye Xiaoman."
Sikong Qing, dressed in gorgeous red, said as she stood by the bed.
Ye Xiaoman was half asleep and half awake, and opened one eye to look at her.
Sikong Qing took a bath and smelled fragrant all over.
Ye Xiaoman's face darkened, and the red gauze that Sikong Qing wore on the outside covered her eyes.
Ye Xiaoman quickly took off the gauze.
She sat up unconsciously and said seriously that this was not her intention. She was quite sleepy, but her body suddenly moved on its own.
I don't know where the music came from, maybe it was the magic weapon that Sikong Qing placed in the corner.
As the music played, Sikong Qing's slender waist began to sway gracefully like a snake, and he began to dance the bamboo dance. After a while, he threw a piece of clothing to Ye Xiaoman, and after another while, he threw another piece of clothing that was even more inner.
Ye Xiaoman hugged Sikong Qing's red dress.
She felt speechless.
Sikong Qing had used this trick on her countless times in the past. Could it be that this trick would still work on her when she had experienced so much?
Ye Xiaoman said...
The power is still so strong.
Especially Sikong Qing's splits and high kicks were really beautiful.
Ye Xiaoman laughed: "Hehehe."
She's OK again.
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