Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks flushed red, and she fell into Xie San's arms like a drunk. Her consciousness was in a turmoil, and the blazing fire in her chest seemed to roast her, and her whole body was soft from the inside out, which was beyond words.
In the void, she saw the little lotus leaf again. The little lotus leaf was trembling anxiously, and the leaves were slightly curled due to lack of water. The eager desire of the little lotus leaf was transmitted to Cheng Yaoyao, and she hummed and groaned as she moved forward: "Thirsty..."
The cold voice was right beside my ear, revealing a rare sense of bewilderment, and was particularly hoarse: "What's wrong with you?"
"Thirst...thirst..." Cheng Yaoyao curled up due to waves of anxiety and instinctively leaned into the arms behind her. The chest was broad and had a pleasant smell. The heat came through the fabric, and the heat in Cheng Yaoyao's body was relieved for a moment.
Xie San helped her lean against a tree trunk by the roadside, half-knelt in front of her, and looked at her deeply with his narrow eyes: "If you are not feeling well, I will take you back."
"No..." Cheng Yaoyao's mind was in a mess, and he shook his head instinctively, "I won't go back..."
She subconsciously touched her waist, and the burning sensation from Xie's three hands was still lingering there.
Xie San noticed Cheng Yaoyao's actions and his ears suddenly felt hot. He wanted to explain that he didn't touch her on purpose, but he opened his lips and couldn't say the words to explain.
The softness and anxiety in her body hit her in waves. Cheng Yaoyao bit her lips and groaned unbearably. Her snow-white skin was covered with sweat. She even forgot the bold words she had just said and cried to Xie San: "Brother Xie San, I feel uncomfortable..."
The kitten-like voice called him softly. Xie San took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a gentle voice, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?"
Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks were unusually red, and her peach blossom eyes were misty as she looked at him absentmindedly.
Xie San said with a snort of apology, and gently stroked Cheng Yaoyao's forehead with his big hand. The moment their skin touched, the anxiety disappeared briefly, and before Cheng Yaoyao could react, Xie San took his hand back.
Her temperature was normal, and the wound on her cheek had shrunk, showing no signs of inflammation. But...
Cheng Yaoyao's eyes were drunken at this time, and his cheeks were so red that it made people feel uneasy. He leaned softly against the tree trunk, looking like he wanted to be cared for. Xie San took a look and turned his eyes away as if he was burned. Cheng Yaoyao was like this... there was no way to go back.
He also didn't want others to see what Cheng Yaoyao looked like at the moment.
Occasionally, people would pass by at the small intersection, but Cheng Yaoyao could not let anyone see him in this state. He himself did not care, but Cheng Yaoyao's reputation could not afford to be in jeopardy.
Xie San looked at the person curled up softly, lowered his head and asked her: "Get up, I'll take you to the spring to wash your face."
The world that Cheng Yaoyao saw and heard seemed to be separated by a layer of water film, shaking. She heard Xie San vaguely say a few words to her, and mumbled a few words, but she didn't know what he was saying.
Then his body lightened and he was lifted up. Xie San had a broad chest and strong arms, and he walked very fast and steadily. But his heartbeat was as loud as thunder in my ears.
Cheng Yaoyao leaned her head on Xie San's shoulder listlessly. Xie San was sweating a little, and his unique scent of grass and trees was coming to her. The vigorous and refreshing smell made the heat in her heart even more obvious.
The small lotus leaf in the void reappeared. It had originally curled up dejectedly, but at this moment, a crack suddenly opened up, as if it had glimpsed something, and shook.
Cheng Yaoyao shuddered and subconsciously twitched his nose and took a sniff.
The smell of Xie San suddenly had an indescribable attraction to her. She stared at the slender neck that was so close to her, dripping with sweat, and suddenly licked her dry lips.
The heat in her heart surged more and more, and a voice in the dark urged her: Thirst...
Cheng Yaoyao pressed his lips against hers in a trance.
Just when they were about to touch, Xie San suddenly stepped back.
They arrived at the Fengyu Bridge, where the spring water gurgled, and the cool water vapor and mountain breeze blew on his face, but it couldn't extinguish the burning sensation in Xie San's ears. He half-knelt down with an effort to calm himself, and put Cheng Yaoyao on the bridge pier: "I'll go get you some water..."
Cheng Yaoyao blinked in a trance, watching Xie San half-kneeling by the spring to fetch water, his coat soaked with sweat. It turned out that it was really hot today...
After a while, Xie San came back with a large leaf scoop of water. He opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Drink some water... cough, drink some water and you'll feel better."
Xie San was a little annoyed by his hoarse voice. He pursed his lips and brought a handful of cool spring water to Cheng Yaoyao's lips.
Cheng Yaoyao smelled that scent again, cool and pure, just one drop could quench her thirst. She pressed her lips against it in a trance, but it was not enough, so she rubbed her cheek against it. The hard wrist bones were slender, wrapped in thin skin and flesh, which relieved the burning in her chest a lot.
The big leaves fell to the ground, spilling out a handful of cool, clear spring water, which also wet Xie San's clothes.
The little lotus leaf trembled violently.
The water that had just reached her lips was snatched away again. Cheng Yaoyao made a sound that was not quite crying, and struggled to get into Xie San's arms. His hands were strong and powerful, and his knuckles were like iron pliers, squeezing her wrists to the point of breaking. Cheng Yaoyao didn't care, she just wanted to get out of this burning heat.
Xie San's narrow eyes were filled with complicated emotions. He grabbed Cheng Yaoyao's shoulders and pushed her away, staring closely into her misty eyes: "Wake up and look at me."
Cheng Yaoyao's mind was like boiling magma. The hands restrained her, preventing her from getting close. Cheng Yaoyao was so anxious that she murmured vaguely, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and her curled eyelashes were wet, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
The strength of the hands gradually loosened, and Cheng Yaoyao took the opportunity to rub against him, holding his strong and thin waist tightly with both hands, and pressing her face tightly into his broad arms. It was not enough, so she clung to him with her whole body, rubbing against him like a kitten.
The moment their skin touched, it was as if a large amount of cool water vapor was rising and spreading, dispelling the thirst and burning in his chest. Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. The waist in his arms suddenly tightened and became as stiff as iron.
Tick, tick. The ethereal sound of water drops rang out again, and the drooping little lotus leaves opened up like a long drought, and the round plates the size of copper coins were green and dripping, and they kept trembling slightly, as if they were very comfortable.
I want more. Cheng Yaoyao felt a strong desire in her heart. She slowly raised her head. In front of her was a slender neck with a distinct Adam's apple. The tan skin was covered with beads of sweat, which gradually gathered into a drop and hung on the Adam's apple, swaying as if about to fall off.
The little lotus leaf began to tremble wildly.
Cheng Yaoyao's mouth was dry, his chest was burning, and there was only a drop of sweat that was about to fall in his eyes.
At the same time, Xie San was also enduring the sweet torture. The person in his arms was light and soft, and it was warm to hold her in his arms, like fragile glass, or like a delicate flower. With a little force, he could crush her delicate petals and taste the sweetness.
Cheng Yaoyao suddenly raised her head, revealing her heart-thrillingly beautiful face. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at him infatuatedly. Her rosy lips became even redder, slightly parted, revealing her snow-white teeth and a little red tongue.
Cheng Yaoyao's hair was soaked, with a few strands of black hair sticking to her face and scattered on Xie San's collar, tangled with the buttons, looking too charming. Xie San could hear the blood boiling in his ears, and Cheng Yaoyao's charming appearance at this moment was strangely overlapped with the one in his dream, causing his self-control to collapse bit by bit.
Cheng Yaoyao lost his arrogant and conceited look that served as a protective color, and he was like a budding flower that gradually blossomed, revealing its softest heart before his eyes. As long as he lowered his head, he could enjoy it to his heart's content.
Xie San's throat was dry, and he used all his self-control to not taste those rosy lips. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and with a click, beads of sweat fell on Cheng Yaoyao's lips.
Cheng Yaoyao's cherry lips were beautifully shaped, with a lip bead that was a little too cute. At this moment, the sweat fell on her lip bead.
Xie San's eyes darkened. Cheng Yaoyao always liked to be clean. She didn't know how to deal with this little bit of sweat falling on her lips. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it off for Cheng Yaoyao.
The rosy little tongue suddenly popped out and licked away the man's sweat.
Xie San's mind exploded, and his rationality completely collapsed.
…
A drop of dew slowly condensed on the small lotus leaf, which was crystal clear. The small lotus leaf swayed happily, swinging the dewdrop back and forth like a small otter playing with stones.
Cheng Yaoyao just felt hot. She felt like she was being wrapped in the arms of a furry lion, airtight, and her whole body was rubbed all over, feeling sore and soft.
She suddenly turned her attention to the drop of dew. It was crystal clear and looked thirst-quenching.
The little lotus leaf, which was having fun, froze, and then curled up its leaves little by little, trying to hide the little dewdrops.
How dare you! Cheng Yaoyao was furious. She instinctively felt that she was so hot and tired because of the little lotus leaf. The dew should also be hers!
The little lotus leaf trembled in fright, tilted its small coil, and dewdrops rolled down.
Tick.
Cheng Yaoyao tasted a little bit of water on the tip of his tongue, and the cool and surging breath instantly spread, sweeping away the burning thirst in his chest. It's not enough, he wants more.
The little lotus leaves kept shaking, as if they were crying out of grievance, and dewdrops were dripping and rolling down continuously.
Cheng Yaoyao drank heartily, and it felt as if all his limbs were soaked by the cool moisture. He felt so comfortable that the chaos in his head was swept away, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
The mountain breeze blew on his face, the water vapor was cool, and the rustling of leaves was heard all around. Cheng Yaoyao sat up and found himself leaning against the pier of the Fengyu Bridge. Xie San stood with his back to him, not too far away from him, and his body was as stiff as another bridge pillar.
As soon as Cheng Yaoyao moved, Xie San immediately turned around, his eyes evasive: "...Awake?"
"Yeah." Cheng Yaoyao stood up and stretched her lazy waist. Her soft waist was arched like a cat. She felt relaxed all over, her ears and eyes were clear, as if she was much lighter.
She blinked her peach blossom eyes and looked at Xie San: "Why am I here?"
"..." Xie San pursed his lips tightly.
Cheng Yaoyao's rosy lips swelled slightly, and she looked very charming. She was unaware of it, staring at Xie San, and suddenly shouted, "I remember!"
Xie San broke out in a cold sweat and spoke with determination: "I..."
"You just pissed me off!" Cheng Yaoyao yelled, his face full of anger.
Xie San's expression was blank for a moment. It's hard to describe that expression, but veins popped out on his forehead, like disappointment, or the relief of a death row inmate who was suddenly released in court.
Xie San was silent for a long time, then said coldly: "You are too coquettish."
Cheng Yaoyao's chest rose and fell, and after a long while of gathering his strength, he just uttered a heavy word to Xie San: "Humph!"
She walked to the spring and half squatted down to drink water. She didn't know why, but her whole body felt comfortable at that moment, except for her mouth, which was very thirsty. Her lips hurt a little, and the root of her tongue was numb.
Cheng Yaoyao followed Xie San's example and picked a leaf and stuck it on the stone wall. Soon, drops of sweet and cool water fell along the tip of the leaf. Cheng Yaoyao stretched out his tongue to lick it, and drank a lot before he felt comfortable in his mouth.
She scooped up some water to wash her face. The reflection in the water was a little blurry, vaguely showing her messy black hair, a pair of watery peach eyes, and red lips. Cheng Yaoyao felt that she looked very strange, so she reached out to mess up her reflection and splashed water on her hot face.
Of course she still remembered what happened before. She had just bumped into Xie San, and suddenly fainted, and rubbed herself against him desperately... She didn't remember what happened after that, but it was embarrassing enough!
Fortunately, she was smart and took the initiative to spray Xie San so hard that he had no power to fight back!
Cheng Yaoyao washed his hands slowly, his mind full of that strange little lotus leaf. As soon as he thought of it, the little lotus leaf appeared in his mind. The little lotus leaf was rolled up, hiding the dewdrops in the center of the small plate.
Cheng Yaoyao was puzzled. What on earth was this strange thing? Why did she become so strange when she met Xie San?
Tick-tock. The little lotus leaf trembled angrily.
At this moment, Xie San suddenly came over and said, "Don't wash it anymore. The wound on your face hasn't healed yet."
Cheng Yaoyao just remembered and hurriedly reached out to touch her face. The ointment had indeed been washed away by her: "Oh no, it won't be infected!"
Cheng Yaoyao attached great importance to his face. He immediately forgot about being angry and raised his head in panic: "Quick, help me check if it's red!"
Xie San half-knelt down and took a closer look at her face. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Cheng Yaoyao's skin was so smooth that it seemed to be glowing, and the scar on her cheek did not detract from her beauty at all, but made people feel more pity for her.
Dark eyebrows, white skin, and... juicy lips. The cherry lips were a little swollen, moist, and looked loved.
Xie San forced himself to look away and said, "The wound is a little red. Did you bring the ointment?"
"I brought it." Cheng Yaoyao took out a small bottle from her pocket. She knew that Xie San's ointment was useful, but she was afraid that Cheng Nonuo would do something bad with it again, so she kept it hidden tightly every day.
Then she stuffed the ointment into Xie San's hand.
Xie San: “…”
Cheng Yaoyao raised his head and waited very naturally: "Be careful, the wound still hurts."
Xie San silently opened the bottle and scooped out a little ointment with his rough fingertips. He paused for a long time before applying it to her face. Xie San's fingertips were rough, and he was almost afraid of hurting her when he rubbed her delicate skin, so his movements were very gentle.
Cheng Yaoyao suddenly shuddered softly and his body tilted.
Xie Sanyiton: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Yaoyao bit the tip of his tongue and lowered his eyes for a long time before speaking: "Nothing...nothing, continue."
Xie San gently lifted her small chin with his fingers and said, "Raise your head, you can't reach it."
Cheng Yaoyao's eyes trembled, and her cheeks flushed again like a drunken blush. Xie San stared at the pink scar on her cheek intently, and applied the ointment evenly. With the touch of Xie San's fingertips, Cheng Yaoyao felt so comfortable that she wanted to sigh.
Cheng Yaoyao cursed Little Lotus Leaf three hundred times in her heart. She didn't know what kind of monster Little Lotus Leaf was, but it turned her into a monster.
It turns out that the limpness just now was not accidental. Will Xie San always be so strange when he touches me in the future? Is it just Xie San, or can it be anyone?
If other people would also faint when they touched her, then she might as well die! Thinking of this, Cheng Yaoyao felt disgusted, but she didn't think about why Xie San was the only one who could do it.
The little lotus leaf was no longer afraid of being scolded. It swayed happily up and down without stopping for a moment, and the dewdrops rolled back and forth.
The feeling of the little lotus leaf was also transmitted to her. She felt that Xie San's touch made her very... very comfortable. Cheng Yaoyao twitched her nose, secretly smelling the smell of Xie San's body, and the surging power transmitted when Xie San's fingertips touched her.
When Xie San withdrew his fingertips, she blurted out: "Wait a minute!"
Xie San tightened the bottle cap, his dark eyes revealing a questioning look.
"I..." It seemed as if the words just now were not spoken by him. Cheng Yaoyao suspected that Xiao Heye was making trouble, but he couldn't tell Xie San, so he had to say: "I feel that my face still hurts a little, do you want to bandage it?"
Xie San said, "No need to wrap it, it will heal soon. ... Your wound has healed, this medicine is to remove the dead tissue and regenerate new flesh, you don't need to apply it again in the future."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaoyao said pitifully, "But my face hurts so much, it hurts all the time."
Upon hearing this, Xie San frowned and looked at Cheng Yaoyao, as if to confirm whether she was just being coquettish or serious.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Cheng Yaoyao felt even more aggrieved: "Really. Look, it feels like being pricked by needles, it hurts every now and then."
Cheng Yaoyao wasn't talking nonsense. The wound on her face had been throbbing these days, but it had stopped hurting since Xie San brought her medicine that day. She didn't know whether it was the little lotus leaf's work or Xie San's bottle of ointment.
Cheng Yaoyao's skin was pale and creamy, which made the scar more obvious. His peach blossom eyes were drooping at this moment, looking listless and not as lively as usual.
Xie San came closer and took a closer look at her face. The wound was small and deep, and it healed well, but her skin was fair, so it was certain that a scar would remain. Xie San had countless scars on his body that were more hideous than this one, but seeing such a small scar on Cheng Yaoyao's face made him feel a little helpless.
Xie San thought for a moment and said, "Don't touch water for the next few days. The wound will only hurt when flesh grows. Just bear with it for now."
"......Yeah." Cheng Yaoyao was thinking about a lot of things in his mind and stood up listlessly.
Xie San was usually silent, but today he was especially silent. He and Cheng Yaoyao walked into the soybean field, one in front of the other. For some reason, the two of them kept a very long distance between them, and neither of them bumped into the other.
In the soybean field, Xie San's torn jacket was soaked with sweat, his tan muscles were dripping with sweat, and when he swung the iron shovel, his muscle lines were particularly beautifully contracted.
Cheng Yuanyuan hid in the cornfield for a long time and refused to come out. She was always coquettish, but she would never be lazy for so long. Xie San didn't say anything, just told her not to run too far.
Cheng Yaoyao squatted in the shade of the cornfield, wanting to cry but unable to. She didn't want to be lazy, but Xie San was sweating all over, and the pleasant smell penetrated deep into Cheng Yaoyao's soul. In her eyes, Xie San was like a bowl of iced sour plum soup seen by a traveler who had been thirsty for three days and three nights, exuding infinite charm.
Cheng Yaoyao covered his face in despair. Will she always be so weird?
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