Facing his gentle smile that was as gentle as spring breeze, Tang Xili replied coldly, "Pick it."
She picked up the empty bamboo basket at hand, stepped on the branches and climbed up a little, until she reached a branch bent by the weight of the fruits, and began to pick lychees with scissors.
The tree they were standing under had a history of several hundred years. It was tall and had lush branches and leaves.
The branches are thick and simple, with a strong sense of time.
Yong Zhixu picked up the basket at his feet and wanted to pick the fruits on his side.
But when he saw that the lychees above Tangxi Pear were a bit high and he needed to raise his feet to reach them, he climbed up the scattered tree trunks above his head and came silently behind her.
Tang Xili stood on tiptoe and put the cut lychees into the bamboo basket. When she was about to pick more, a slender hand with distinct bones and a beautiful shape passed over her and landed on the lychee she wanted to pick.
"Crack", the crisp sound of twigs breaking was heard, and the man nimbly picked a bunch of lychees, and then followed her advice and put the picked lychees into the bamboo basket she was carrying.
A set of movements, flowing like water, so natural.
Tang Xili frowned, followed the hand with clear veins, and looked back at the man who was less than a foot away from her.
He was a head taller than her, with deep eyebrows and eyes. Behind the shade of the tree, he looked handsome with a cool filter.
A cool and transparent honey fragrance emanated from him, fresh and distant, inexplicably pleasant. Tang Xili sniffed and leaned closer to him, "What perfume are you using?"
Yong Zhixu didn't expect that she would suddenly be so close to him, almost sticking to him. He couldn't help but hold his breath, and his deep eyes suddenly opened and then shrank sharply.
After a brief moment of shock, my heartbeat suddenly became irregular and started beating wildly.
"I... I've never used perfume... It should be... It should be the smell of agarwood, the Buddhist beads I wear all year round..."
The alluring scent of jasmine from the young girl lingered on his nose. The man answered with an empty mind, his voice so tense that it was almost hoarse, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence fluently.
A burning heat surged up from the neck, spread across the face, flowed through the tips of the ears, flowed into the brain, and finally erupted like a volcano.
A thin layer of sweat quietly climbed up his back, and it was very hot. Yong Zhixu thought that his face must have turned red.
Tang Xili didn't notice his embarrassment. She took a few deep breaths of his fragrance and praised herself, "It smells good."
It is a bit similar to ebony agarwood, but it smells better than that one. It has a very natural fragrance and smells refreshing.
I just don't know if it can help me sleep.
Tang Xili was thinking thoughtfully, and when she looked up inadvertently, she saw the man's handsome face flushed like a cloud, and his neck and collarbone were also flushed.
Her eyes moved slightly, revealing a hint of confusion, "You have a fever?"
"If you have a fever, go back. I can pick them myself." She pointed to the bamboo basket that Yong Zhixu was holding, and motioned him to give it to her.
At the same time, I muttered to myself: I have a fever and it happens all of a sudden. I am a bit weak and sickly.
She didn't believe it at first, but now, she believes it a little.
Yong Zhixu never knew that he could be so nervous in front of the woman he liked. He felt both annoyed and amused.
He tried to suppress the outburst of heat and return to normal, but after hearing her words, his face became even hotter.
Seeing her turn around and continue cutting lychees, Yong Zhixu raised his hand to rub the tips of her red ears.
Finally, after Tangxi Li picked a basket of lychees, the heat on his face dissipated and his heartbeat returned to normal.
He quickly raised his hand to take the bamboo basket from Tang Xili's hand, "I'll take it."
Perhaps he wanted to do something to hide his feelings, so he took the bamboo basket in a hurry, and accidentally wrapped his warm big palm around Tang Xili's hand.
A soft and cool touch spread across his palm, and Yong Zhixu froze. He felt an electric current passing through his palm and heading straight for his heart.
He stared at her blankly, the fragmented sunlight swaying on the girl's palm-sized white face.
At such close range, he could clearly see the tiny hairs on her face. Her skin was as clear as porcelain and so delicate that no pores were visible.
The curled eyelashes are clearly visible and tremble gently like butterfly wings with breathing.
Her eyes are very beautiful, with more pupils than whites, giving her a natural beauty contact lens effect, as bright and clear as black pearls.
The bright red lips are thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with a full curve, like ripe berries, fragrant and soft, and look... very kissable...
Yong Zhixu was shocked by this thought. He suddenly let go of Tang Xili's hand as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his back and cursed himself inwardly: Dirty and vulgar!
"I'm sorry, Miss Tangxi. Yong... didn't mean to offend."
After saying this, he was stunned, and suddenly realized that he didn't feel any discomfort when his skin touched hers!
His eyes trembled. Was it because the touch was too short for his central nervous system to react? Or had his symptoms already healed?
Not sure, try again!
Tang Xili looked at his broad back calmly, feeling extremely confused.
This person is really weird.
Sometimes he said he would help her get it, and sometimes he didn't.
What do you want to do?
"Mr. Yong," she said patiently, "could you give me your empty basket?"
"Here." Yong Zhixu turned around embarrassedly and handed the empty basket to her.
By the way, stretch out your other hand and ask her for the full basket.
After Tang Xili took the empty basket, she handed the full basket of lychees to him.
The bamboo basket is neither big nor small, and can hold about 20 kilograms.
So when she handed it over with one hand, she didn't raise it that high, and her slender fingers inevitably fell into Yong Zhixu's palm.
When she retracted her fingertips, they accidentally brushed against his palm and fingertips.
The man's face turned red again.
Even the fingertips and joints were covered in a rich pink color.
Completely, totally out of control.
Wait! They touched again, and he still didn't feel any discomfort!
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Tang Xili saw that his face was as red as a boiled shrimp, opened her mouth and wanted to say: You should go back first since you have such a high fever.
She just remembered that she had already said it once, so there was no need to say it again. Whether she wanted to listen or not, it was none of her business.
She changed to another branch and soon filled a basket again. She nimbly descended from the treetop. When she was a few meters high, she leaped and landed lightly.
After landing, she looked back at Yong Zhixu in the tree and, out of moral obligation, asked casually, "Can you get down by yourself? Do you need me to catch you?"
Yong Zhixu sat on a tree branch and rubbed his temples weakly. "Yes, I feel dizzy. Please, Miss Tangxi, take it for me."
He tried it one last time to prove that the two times just now were true, and he was really cured!
Tang Xili: "..."
(I'm just being polite. You're so bold to say that, Yong Daiyu!)
She calmly took the lychee from his hand and put it on the ground.
Then, standing below him, he opened his arms expressionlessly and said, "Come down."
Yong Zhixu covered his lips and coughed guiltily, "Then I'll trouble Miss Tangxi..."
He said this, but he was not polite in his actions. He supported himself with his hands on the tree trunk and jumped down.
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