If it wasn't for saving him, Qin Zhao wouldn't have been forced to tell this lie. He bears a great responsibility.
Jing Li asked again: "What should we do next?"
"It seems that now I have no choice but to play along and continue the act." Qin Zhao said, "From now on, you will have to play the role of my husband in the village. Remember to act cautiously and don't let others find out what you say or do."
Jing Li nodded obediently: "Got it."
Qin Zhao touched his head.
Xiaoyu obviously had not recovered from the information just now. She was twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and no one knew what she was thinking. She didn't even notice that her collar was a little loose, and the fish scales on the side of her neck were exposed.
He had been out of the water for too long, so there were obviously many more scales on his body than in the morning.
Thin and small fish scales are densely attached to the texture, making the skin look white without looking out of place.
The bright red fish scales extending all the way from the collar actually give people a lot of imagination.
It is such a beautiful little fish, but it has no conscience at all and believes everything you say.
If it falls into the hands of others, there is no telling how they will be cheated.
Although things are not that good here...
Qin Zhao smiled secretly
She paused, then reached out to help him straighten his collar.
Jing Li's body temperature was on the cold side, and even at noon, it was still icy cold. The sensitive skin on the side of her neck shivered at the touch of the other person's fingers, and the heat stimulated her.
"Don't move." Qin Zhao said, "The fish scales are showing."
When Jing Li heard this, he stopped moving and let Qin Zhao help him tidy up.
Qin Zhao slowly pulled Jing Li's collar, not even realizing how slowly he was moving. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the cold skin of Jing Li's neck, his gaze fixed on his face.
The temperature difference made the boy uncomfortable with this kind of touch. He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
I can't even bear a touch on my neck, if it touches anywhere else...
Qin Zhao couldn't control his thoughts from thinking about more possibilities. He put his fingers around Jing Li's neck, and his hot palms almost touched Jing Li's skin.
The skin under the palm is cold and smooth, but it makes people feel a little uneasy.
After a while, Jing Li shrank back and asked softly, "...Is it okay?"
Qin Zhao suddenly came back to his senses, responded softly, and withdrew his hand.
The ox cart soon arrived at Linxi Village. Qin Zhao thanked the driver and helped Jing Li get off the cart.
The cloth bought from the cloth shop had been delivered to the village entrance in advance. Qin Zhao checked it out. Not only were the materials they bought packed, but several bundles of cotton thread for sewing clothes were also included.
After getting the things, Qin Zhao brought Jing Li to the gate of a farmhouse.
He first took out the cloth from the backpack and placed it at his feet, then stretched out his hand towards Jing Li.
"?" Jing Li looked at him blankly, then looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and as if possessed by a ghost, he raised his hand and clapped it, giving him a high five.
Qin Zhao: "..."
Qin Zhao was almost pissed off by him and said patiently, "I asked you to stretch out your hand."
Jing Li said "Oh" and obediently stretched out his hand, which was held by Qin Zhao.
"The first thing to do when pretending to be a husband," Qin Zhao explained calmly, "is to hold hands when you're out."
He held Jing Li's hand with one hand and knocked on the gate with his other free hand.
A middle-aged woman walked out of the house.
"It's Qin Zhao." The woman opened the courtyard door and saw that he had brought a lot of cloth. She understood, "To make clothes?"
Qin Zhao: "Yes, sorry to bother you, auntie."
The woman's husband's surname is He, and everyone in the village calls her Aunt He.
Aunt He has excellent sewing skills, and many people in the village like to ask her to sew clothes for them.
It was Aunt He who opened the door, indicating that the man in her family was not at home. Qin Zhao deliberately did not enter the house, but bent down and took the cloth at his feet into the yard.
He took out a list from his pocket and handed it over.
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