Quick wear: the host is so brave, and the blackened villain dares to tease

Chapter 83 The soft female executor vs the rough wolf cub (38)

In the summer night, there were cicadas singing, and in the farmyard, at first there were the sounds of cicadas singing, bamboo slices beating, and book pages being turned, and then only the sounds of cicadas singing and weaving bamboo mats.

Fang Ming raised his head, and saw the sleepy female educated youth lying on the stone table.

The hair on her forehead was slightly soaked with sweat, her jet-black hair, her snow-white cheeks, and her thin lips were vermilion.

Fang Ming only dared to look at her carefully while she was asleep.

Thinking of the way I met her on the mountain on the first day, and her approach along the way, everything is sincere.

Fang Ming secretly sighed, he knew that she would leave this small village.

Sooner or later, she will return to the bustling town and live her life.

Fang Ming took the cattail leaf fan and held it in his hand, fanning it gently, the cool breeze was blowing, the sleeping person gradually relaxed his brows, only his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

He waved the fan with one hand, and glanced at an ancient book placed on the stone table by the light of the kerosene lamp.

The pages of the book are yellowed, I don't know where she got them.

Fang Ming flipped through the pages with one hand. After looking at them for a while, his cheeks gradually turned red and his breathing became short of breath.

He hurriedly closed the book, but his eyes fell on Ning Xi.

She didn't know when she turned sideways, with one cheek facing upwards, her hair fell in front of her body, and a touch of snow-white roundness squeezed out.

She is always greedy for the cold, revealing her snow-white lotus root arms and calves, and a delicate and soft waist at the hem of her clothes.

Fang Ming hurriedly closed his eyes, but the words and sentences in the ancient book appeared in his mind.

"It was late at night, and I was in a hurry, and the fish lanterns were shining on all sides, and the candles were bright on both sides."

……

Fang Ming put down his cattail fan, clenched his fist and hit his head hard.

After a long delay, I went to the well to wash my face again.

Fang Ming came back and continued to shake the cattail fan, when Ning Xi suddenly moved and almost fell down.

In a hurry, he caught her and hugged her in his arms.

Seeing the white and slender arm of the woman in his arms intersecting with his own dark arm, the soft touch made Fang Ming feel as if he had been scalded, and wanted to put her down suddenly.

In the end, he chose to hug her and closed his eyes as if to escape.

The cicadas in the yard kept singing, and Ning Xi buried her head in his arms.

Sticking against his solid and powerful arm, listening to the rapid and frantic heartbeat.

In fact, the moment she fell into his arms, she had already woken up.

Fang Ming put his arms around her back, and she pressed him in front of her,
Suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

Fang Ming picked her up, walked quickly to her room, and gently put her between the mattresses.

Just as he was about to stand up and leave, his hand was grabbed.

Fang Ming turned his head.

Ning Xi opened her sleepy eyes, and her eyes collided with Fang Ming.

A smile appeared on her lips, and she called out, "Brother Ming~"

In his panic.

Ning Xi pulled him hard and pulled him to the edge of the bed to sit down.

She rested her chin on his lap, raised her face, and asked him, "Brother Ming, have you read the good book I managed to find from the black market?"

Fang Ming noticed that her breath fell on his legs, and the impulse that had been forcibly suppressed was easily hooked by her again.

Fang Ming grabbed her hands and pulled her off her lap.

Ning Xi looked at the serious and forbearing man, and spoke to her seriously.

"In the future, don't read those books."

When Ning Xi heard this, she laughed "puchi".

She rolled around on the bed, looked up at him wantonly and smiled.

"It's just an ancient book. I can draw it. Next time, I will show it to you so that you can learn from it."

Hearing this, Fang Ming stopped breathing, but saw her showing a very willful appearance.

What kind of soft and well-behaved female educated youth is this, she is simply a little fairy.

He strode out, returned to the yard, leaned on the kerosene lamp, and continued weaving the bamboo mat without saying a word.

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(End of this chapter)