Surprise! Mrs. Xie is setting up a fortune-telling stall on a tricycle again

Xie Rongan turned his back and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Will a gift from a skull bring about a curse?

What if he gets into trouble again and again? He's already unlucky enough.

Xie Rong'an used to be a staunch materialist.

But after encountering ginger tea, he began to become more and more superstitious.

Before going out in the morning, I sometimes even have to look up the almanac to determine whether it is more auspicious to take the left leg or the right leg forward first.

He didn't want to do such an unlucky thing as accepting gifts from the dead, for fear of bad luck.

He really didn't want to wake up that day with a non-human lying next to him.

Ginger tea continued to carve.

Xie Jiutang was quietly sweeping the floor in a separate corner. He took out a blanket from Xie Rongan's backpack, put it on the floor, and then used his own blanket, and then Jiang Cha's blanket, making a total of three layers.

Also pat and press everywhere to make sure every corner is smooth.

It’s time to drink ginger tea, put down the carving knife, and prepare for bed.

She was originally sitting against the wall to sleep for the night, but Xie Jiutang came over, pulled her, walked to a corner far away from the crowd, pointed at the simple bed in the corner, and said, "You sleep here tonight."

Jiang Cha turned around. The place where she slept was about ten meters away from the main group.

Xie Jiutang let her lie down and covered her with a quilt. He sat down in the corner of the blanket, but had no intention of sleeping.

Jiang Cha: "Master Jiu, aren't you going to sleep?"

Xie Jiutang: "You go to sleep, I'll go over there and sleep later."

Xie Rongan lost his blanket and could only squeeze together with the male college students and Ji Mu and others.

Jiang Cha patted the large empty space beside him and said, "Master Jiu, please sleep here. I want to hold your hand."

Xie Rongan pricked up his ears:???

Holding hands while sleeping?

Isn't this something only lovers do?

Duan Yaning lay down next to Xie Rongan with an expressionless face, almost squeezing out Xie Rongan's sleeping space.

Xie Rongan could only sleep on his side.

The place where Jiang Cha slept was out of the surveillance screen, but the sound could still be recorded.

The night owl in the live broadcast room ran out.

[Did I hear that correctly? ]

[Is that Chacha's voice? ]

[What's going on? I thought the slow-witted beauty and the peacock who always wanted to spread her tail were a pair, but it turns out that she is a fishing beauty? ]

[Not necessarily, Cha Cha might really just be holding hands. ]

[Hand-holding also has different levels. Although I am very sure that this time the hand-holding will not lead to the 15+3 plot, I still want to see it. Is there any writer who can satisfy me? Just write that the two of them hide behind the crowd, hide in the bed, and secretly cuddle with each other. It would be best if they can have a full meat feast. I love meat. Eww.]

[I read a very erotic novel on a certain website. The setting can be used as a substitute. There is also a plot where the hero and heroine sleep in a cave with the adventure team. On the first night in the cave, the author wrote a full 20,000 words, all about them cooking while everyone was asleep. It smelled so good. I can use that paragraph to substitute for Jiang Cha and Xie Jiutang’s faces now.]

[Sisters, please leave your name. Those who don’t will gain 80 pounds! ]

[It smells so good, it smells so good, sister, please tell me your name, don’t force me to kneel down and beg you. ]

Xie Jiutang looked at the cameras around him and finally took the reputation of ginger tea into consideration.

Although he really wanted to get into bed with her, let alone just holding hands, he would even want to sleep next to her without holding hands.

however--

He didn't forget that he was still live streaming.

Xie Jiutang tried hard not to look at Jiang Cha's beautiful, big eyes. After turning his eyes away, he said, "No, I'll go over and sleep with them. You should have a good rest. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Finally, Xie Jiutang did not forget to release Jiang Cha, stretched out his hand to hold it, and gently stuffed it into the quilt. He also pressed the corner of the quilt for her, wrapping Jiang Cha up so that only her fair and pretty little face and pointed chin were exposed, and more than half of her face was covered in the quilt.

When Xie Jiutang was pressing the quilt on her, he was too close to Jiang Cha.

He stared at Jiang Cha's face, and finally couldn't help himself. He gently placed a light kiss between Jiang Cha's eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice, "Good night."

Xie Jiutang returned to the crowd.

He deliberately exposed himself in front of the camera, walked around, and finally lay down in a place where the camera would definitely capture him, turned over, turned his back to the camera, and closed his eyes.

But I had a sleepless night.

When he turned his back to the camera, he could just see Jiang Cha's position from afar. Although it was very far away, he could only see a person lying there.

But for Xie Jiutang, the person lying over there was not just an ordinary person, but his sweetheart.

This excitement made him unable to sleep.

the other side.

Ginger tea also temporarily lost its ability to make you fall asleep instantly.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the hole ceiling above her head. Her big eyes blinked and her thick eyelashes flickered.

The area between her eyebrows that had been kissed by Xie Jiutang seemed to retain a temperature higher than other parts of her skin, which made her unable to help but care about it.

At night, Jiang Cha had a dream.

She dreamed of her master after a long time.

The master came out of seclusion and found her in the library. He said to her happily, "Xiaocha, the master wants to give you a gift. I guarantee you will like it."

Jiang Cha looked over without much expectation, flipped through the pages, and asked calmly, "What gift?"

The master stroked his white beard, waved to her excitedly, and said, "The gift is outside, come with me to have a look."

Although Jiang Cha had no expectations for the gift from her master, she still put down the book written in ancient characters, jumped down from the fireplace, and strode out. Her fluffy skirt swayed gently as she walked, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Jiang Cha followed his master to the door.

The master happily pulled out a rope from behind, then put the rope in Jiang Cha's palm and said, "This is the puppy that the master picked up on the way back. I'm giving it to you."

Jiang Cha was speechless.

Although I was speechless, I still raised it.

The little black dog is not big, but it grows very fast.

Still very clingy to her.

Wherever she goes, the little black dog follows her.

He also helps with housework and is well-behaved, sensible and obedient.

I help Jiang Cha with work during the day and wash Jiang Cha's feet at night.

After washing her feet, I will also give her a massage.

And so, about two months passed in the sect.

The little black dog turned into a big black wolf.

It is very large, and when standing on all fours, it is much taller than Jiang Cha.

Jiang Cha looked at the big black dog that had suddenly grown bigger. To be more precise, he should probably call it the big black wolf.

Dahei's body is already bigger than the door of Jiangcha's room.

But at night, Dahei still had to go in and sleep in the same room with her.

The door is not big enough, just force your way in.

Then, it burst.

The ginger tea room collapsed.

Jiang Cha lay on the bed, looking at the stars in the sky and blinking.

Dahei crawled to the bed, supported his front legs on the edge of the bed, stuck out his broad tongue, and licked Jiangcha's face.

Ginger tea wet my face and hair.

It's all Dahei's saliva.

She was just about to call Dahei to go down, but when she looked over, Dahei's face turned into Xie Jiutang's face.

Ginger tea woke up.

She sat up, looked around, and after determining the exact time, she rubbed her brows.

There was still an hour before her usual wake-up time.