If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi took it without hesitation and took a bite angrily.

"Are you trying to peek at me and make me laugh?"

Without waiting for Liu Wenshan to speak, he added, "It must be."

"Why else would you come out when I complained about you?"

The hawthorn made a crunching sound when he bit it. It didn't sound like he was biting the hawthorn, but rather like he was biting himself.

Liu Wenshan looked at him and said, "Are you still letting go?"

Song Chuyi's eyes widened.

"You still blame me?"

"How dare you blame me!"

He stuffed the candied haws into Liu Wenshan's hand and said, "I don't want to eat it anymore."

Although he said this, he secretly swallowed his saliva and kept his eyes on the candied haws without moving away.

Liu Wenshan held the candied haws tightly, seemingly having no intention of returning it to him.

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth and snatched the candied haws away again.

"You bought it for me, and you can't take it back."

Liu Wenshan didn't want it at all. He just gave up wanting it on his own and then wanted it again. It can be said that he went to the extreme.

Song Chuyi gave himself full marks for his unreasonable behavior.

As expected, he is a professional when it comes to torturing villains!

Song Chuyi took a bite of the candied haws with a smile, his cheeks bulging.

Staring at Liu Wenshan with sparkling eyes, he asked, "Shall we go back now?"

Liu Wenshan's eyelashes trembled slightly and he asked again.

"Still letting go?"

Song Chuyi:...

"You're so annoying." He turned his head, holding the candied haws in one hand and extending the other hand in front of Liu Wenshan.

"If you want to hold hands, do it quickly and don't let others see it."

Liu Wenshan looked at the hand that was handed to him obediently. It was slender and white, with a faint pink on the fingertips.

Vulnerable and fragile.

He lowered his eyes and held his hand.

His hand was much bigger than Song Chuyi's. His big palm completely held his hand, wrapping it up bit by bit.

There were rough calluses on Liu Wenshan's palms, which rubbed Song Chuyi's skin slightly red.

Song Chuyi was eating a candied haws and didn't notice the slight pain on the back of his hand.

He had been walking around for the whole afternoon and was actually a little hungry.

This candied haws comes just in time.

Liu Wenshan stood quietly by the side, looking down at the skin that was rubbed red by the calluses on his palms, and gently placed his thumb on it.

Rubbed it gently.

The skin became even redder.

Liu Wenshan's throat moved slightly, and he suddenly spoke in this quiet night.

"How far have you and Hong Qi gone?"

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

"Huh?" He was still holding hawthorn in his mouth. He was surprised and confused when he heard this. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He looked Liu Wenshan up and down.

"Don't even mention Hong Qi. Even if you want to touch me, you have to think about it."

"I am..."

As if he was considering something, he did not say the rest.

But the arrogance was obvious.

Liu Wenshan seemed very satisfied with his answer, and his slightly frowned brows relaxed.

Song Chuyi finished eating the last hawthorn and stuffed the empty wooden stick into his hand.

"I will go back to enjoy my life of luxury in the future."

"Don't talk nonsense."

He snorted softly and tried to let go of Liu Wenshan's hand, but just as he applied force, he stopped again.

Forget it, we still have to rely on Liu Wenshan to get back to the mountain village, so let him lead the way first.

Liu Wenshan seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He took Song Chuyi's hand and left the town.

Although the town had become quiet and although it was night, it was actually still early.

It’s only eight o’clock.

Song Chuyi didn't need to sleep in the first place, not to mention that eight o'clock was even earlier for him who basically lived in modern society.

He followed Liu Wenshan on the official road, stepping on his shadow, playfully playing with the shadow that could only follow its master.

Liu Wenshan let him keep pedaling until he reached the foot of the mountain and the next step was a rugged mountain road, then he stopped.

Song Chuyi saw him stop, with one hand behind his back and the other hand held by Liu Wenshan.

He blinked innocently and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"What are you stopping for?"

Liu Wenshan let go of his hand and squatted down.

Song Chuyi suddenly realized, and unceremoniously lay on his back, speaking with a smile.

"You are quite self-aware."

He leaned very close, and his hot breath sprayed on Liu Wenshan's ears.

Under the moonlight, the ears seemed to turn red.

But before Song Chu could take a closer look, Liu Wenshan had already stood up with him on his back and stepped onto the wet soil.

The dense leaves blocked the moonlight above, leaving only the mottled and unclear moonlight to shine through.

Even though he was close, Song Chuyi couldn't see whether Liu Wenshan's ears were red or not.

But he guessed it should be red.

He shook his calves restlessly.

This movement of his calf increased his strength, forcing Liu Wenshan to change his posture and move forward while holding his hips with both hands.

Song Chuyi's body stiffened, as if he didn't expect him to be so bold.

Liu Wenshan's palms were very big. Although it was already night and the temperature in the mountains was very low, his palms were burning hot.

It's the kind of heat that you can feel through your pants.

Song Chu's face turned red immediately.

The buttocks were tense and refused to relax.

However, Liu Wenshan seemed not to notice his abnormality and continued walking forward.

His breathing was very steady, and if you didn't listen carefully you couldn't hear the intervals between his breaths.

This further confirmed Song Chuyi's guess.

Liu Wenshan must have practiced martial arts, and his internal strength is very good.

But this guy has a dull personality. Who taught him martial arts? Or did he learn it on his own?

Song Chuyi thought about his own guess today again.

Perhaps someone has already known the way to the stronghold, but for some reason has never been able to break through.

But Hong Qi is also quite strange.

After robbing so much gold, silver and treasures, the people in the village didn’t even have meat to eat, and they didn’t know where the money went.

As he thought about this, his calves shook more and more wildly.

He even kicked Liu Wenshan's arm.

Before Liu Wenshan could say anything, Song Chuyi took the initiative and asked, "Why are your arms so stiff?"

He poked his shoulder and hurt his fingers again because of the hard shoulder.

"hateful."

He simply bit his shoulder, and seeing that Liu Wenshan was unmoved, he used some force.

The faint smell of blood spread.

Liu Wenshan paused and suddenly stopped, put Song Chuyi down, and pressed him against the trunk of a big tree next to him.

The index finger forcefully pried open his mouth, his expression somewhat gloomy.

Song Chuyi looked at him blankly, then bit it.

"asshole!"

"It was so hard that my gums started bleeding."

He bit his shoulder, but ended up breaking his teeth and causing blood.

After Liu Wenshan was sure that Song Chuyi had not bitten his shoulder, he withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Feel sorry."

"Does it still hurt?"