Just as she was about to step into the alley, Yaochi turned around and looked at Li Changzhou.
"I'm going to take care of something, I'll come find you when I'm done."
“...You don’t have to contact me.” Li Changzhou replied.
To say that you are not tempted by Yaochi is utter nonsense, a lie, and a deception.
With her captivating charm, stunning beauty, firm breasts, slender waist, beautiful legs, and fair skin, who wouldn't love her?
Feeling attracted to someone is something that normal humans cannot control. Liking or disliking someone actually has little to do with a person's will. If your mind tells you to like someone, then you have to like them.
But action is possible.
If you like someone, don't approach them; if you dislike someone, deliberately try to approach them.
That's why there's a saying that the greatest distance in the world is between having feelings and taking action, although this is meant to advise people not to just talk the talk but walk the walk.
Li Changzhou not only failed to take action, but also went against the tide of history.
All he could think of was Ms. Yang sitting on the bus, bathed in the slanting sunlight, wearing a baseball cap. Whenever he thought of this scene, he felt a warmth like sunshine in his heart.
Li Qianxia wore a schadenfreude expression again. If she weren't afraid of getting beaten up, she would have really wanted to take out her phone and record every minute and second.
If Yaochi ends up with her brother in the future, she'll show it to them!
She turned her gaze to Yang Qinglan; this was a three-person show!
Yang Qinglan seemed to be admiring the long-lost riverside road, but a smile appeared on her lips, and the rhythm of Ruyi tapping her delicate shoulders became lighter.
Yaochi looked at Li Changzhou for two or three seconds, then suddenly smiled.
"They say you can tell what kind of person someone is from their instincts. What kind of person do you think I am, with a favored concubine?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." That's what Li Changzhou said, but he couldn't help thinking to himself.
Yaochi suddenly reached out and unexpectedly lifted Li Changzhou's chin.
By the time Li Changzhou made a dodging motion, her fingers had already brushed across his chin.
"What I want, I will definitely get." Yaochi laughed twice, her beauty alluring and her smile as radiant as a flower.
She suddenly leaned closer and kissed Li Changzhou's cheek: "Wait for me, my little darling."
Its form vanished into thin air, leaving behind a lingering, unforgettable tactile sensation.
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"In the romance novels you read, are all the favored concubines like this?" Li Changzhou rubbed his face and asked Li Qianxia—not daring to look at Yang Qinglan.
"You've come to the right person!" Li Qianxia snapped her fingers crisply, then crossed her arms—not daring to look at Yang Qinglan, deliberately changing the subject and putting on airs.
She didn't understand why her sister was so terrified when her brother was dating!
She acted as if nothing had happened and said, "Consort Wan, the favorite of Emperor Ming Xianzong Zhu Jianshen, was the most favored of all the concubines. In order to make Emperor Ming Xianzong only like her, she made all the concubines and palace maids in the harem have abortions."
"What does this mean?" Li Changzhou asked.
"Extreme! Favored concubines are all extreme! Brother, you'd better be careful in the future. If she can't have you, Sister Yao might kill you."
Li Changzhou shivered, feeling that the January winter was a bit cold.
He said to Yang Qinglan, who was staring at him, "I won't see her anymore."
"Really?" Li Qianxia stopped pretending this time and was a little anxious.
Leaving aside their first meeting at Xingyuan in 1928, after Zheng Chenggong's recapture of Taiwan, the killing of the Holy Master in Songcheng, and the attack on Sijixing, she and Yaochi had become true sisters.
“I won’t see you, but you can,” Li Changzhou said.
Li Qianxia snorted softly and whispered, "I didn't expect you to be so heartless."
"Am I heartless?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.
"It's great," Yang Qinglan said with a smile.
Li Changzhou was relieved.
After he made up his mind and stated his position, the three of them walked along the riverside road.
It's 2 PM, January 14th, Saturday. There are quite a few people on the street, and they keep glancing at the three of them.
They are good-looking, and their clothes also play a role.
The average daytime temperature in Mingcheng in January is 6℃. Although they are not wearing short sleeves or skirts, it is definitely not the kind of clothing they should be wearing at this temperature.
However, a lot of strange things have been happening lately. Not long ago, a courtyard was blown up, and there are rumors from time to time about monsters in the area, such as attacking alien planets. Wearing thin clothes in winter is hardly news.
On a clear winter day, the glass of Qinglan Bookstore was so clean that it put people at ease. The bookstore was full of customers, and even the benches in front of the store were occupied by people resting.
Just like an ordinary Saturday afternoon.
"Boss, you're back?"
Yang Qinglan nodded and began to scan the bookstore.
She hasn't returned since the courtyard where the two siblings rented was bombed. The two female shop assistants were curious, but as long as their wages were paid on time every month, there was no problem at all.
On payday, they would occasionally ask their fairy boss how she was doing, and Yang Qinglan would send them some travel photos, saying that she was traveling.
The travel photos sent to them were all of places they had stayed briefly to avoid being followed, such as the Himalayas or Iceland.
There were customers in the shop, so Yang Qinglan didn't linger and led her two siblings directly into the backyard.
This was Li Changzhou's first time here.
As he looked at the potted plants in the yard, he asked, "Do your shop employees pay taxes? According to tax law, the taxable income is the balance after deducting the tax-free fee of 5,000 yuan from the monthly income. If it is 10,000 yuan, you have to pay 290 yuan in tax per month."
"No," Yang Qinglan replied, "nor do I have the five social insurances."
Stepping into the room, one is struck by the sheer amount of food, which seems to overflow onto the floor.
It is very clean, and even a light dusting of dirt looks delicate on it.
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