Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Like someone, you never need a reason.

Want to be with each other, like to look at each other smiling, and want to be with each other forever, the emotional thing is actually that simple.

"I understand." Suyuan continued to paint intently.

Overhearing this, An Chuxia felt that she didn't need to overhear anymore. Eavesdropping is not a glorious thing, it's better to... go on.

She couldn't sleep anyway!

But her feet hadn't landed as soon as she stepped out, Han Qilu suddenly said, "I don't know if that girl is asleep. If you let her see me as a model for you, you must despise me. It's shameful..."

For Han Qilu, it is a shame to model a woman.

"Shame?" Suyuan looked a little unhappy on her face: "Han Qilu, did you know that anyone who wants to be a model for me can line up to buy a city?"

Han Qilu shrugged and looked arrogant: "Then, do you know that people who want to paint me can line up to be discharged from the earth?"

Suyuan rolled her eyes and ignored him.

At this point, An Chuxia stretched out the foot that hadn't landed and then retracted it.

Since Han Qilu feels ashamed to be seen by herself, don't let him know that she has seen it. She folded and walked back cautiously. Finally returned upstairs silently, An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief. She felt her face hot.

Those words that Han Qilu said are really straightforward...

She reached out to turn off the light, and the moonlight came in clear and shallow, and the brown carpet was covered with silver edges. She intends to sleep, when she sees nothing and hears nothing.

The next day, she was awakened by a loud rooster.

Although the days were poor, she and her mother had always lived in a rented house. Although the rented house was remote in the city, it was not quite rural. The first cry of a **** directly awoke her from her sleep.

After all, it wasn't her own bed. She didn't use it, so she just got up. As it was someone else's bed, she didn't even take off her clothes.

It was still early at this time, the sun had just risen, and the fresh air in the morning floated in from the window screens one by one, even the air was smelling of flowers.

She suddenly woke up, put on her shoes, took the phone, and walked outside with her hands casually separated her hair.

When she walked down the stairs, she found that Han Qilu and Suyuan were gone. There was an easel and the wooden box full of paints of various colors. She came closer and saw that there was no picture on the easel.

"Where did you go..." she whispered, squeezed her phone and walked out.

As soon as she reached the door, she heard Han Qilu's voice.

She saw two people standing with their backs to her, standing next to the field where small green vegetables were grown.

"Why burn it." Han Qilu's tone sounded a little regretful.

With a crisp sound of the lighter, An Chuxia saw that the painting in Suyuan's hand was lit, and plumes of blue smoke appeared. Soon, the whole painting was completely licked by the tongue of fire.

"I said it was a commemoration of youth. How to commemorate it? Of course it is to be burned." Suyuan stood up and turned around, but unexpectedly saw An Chuxia standing at the door.

"Good morning." An Chuxia curled her mouth: "What are you doing?"

In fact, she could see and hear that scene clearly. But it is necessary to ask. Because she was going to pretend that she saw nothing and heard nothing last night. Otherwise, I am afraid that Han Qilu will feel ashamed.

"Ah, burn some garbage." Han Qilu ran over a few steps, and Suyuan glared at him.

After spending the night together, Suyuan seemed to be in a much better mood, and she even took the initiative to come over and say hello to her: "Good morning, did you get used to sleeping last night?"

"Get used to it." An Chuxia nodded quickly: "I disturbed you all night, really..."

"I don't need to say polite words, I don't like to listen." Suyuan interrupted her directly, which made An Chuxia, who just thought Suyuan had become more approachable, wanted to put her thoughts back.

After Suyuan said that, she entered the house. Han Qilu didn't follow up. She stared at An Chuxia's face for a while, and suddenly said, "You didn't wash your face, right? Look at your feces!"

An Chuxia's face was hot, and she wanted to reach out to touch her, but her hand was stopped by Han Qilu in mid-air. He took her hand and walked outside.

"Where to go?" An Chuxia asked.

Between the conversations, Han Qilu had taken her out of the yard and came to a place about ten meters away from the yard. There is a well there, which seems to have just been drilled, and the gouges on the well head are very new. There was a bucket with a rope hanging by the well.

Han Qilu released her hand, took the bucket actively, and after holding a rope, threw the bucket in.

The bucket dangled in the pool and kept hitting the wall, but there was no water in it. Han Qilu seemed to be very annoyed. He used more and more force, and the bucket below made a "bang bang bang" crash.

An Chuxia shook his head: "I'm coming."

Brute force is not enough to fetch water.

An Chuxia pulled the rope in Han Qilu's hand, and with only a slight force, the bucket actually tilted and sank. After a while, the bucket was filled with water.

She triumphantly blinked at Han Qilu, who was even more annoyed in her heart, pulled back the rope in her hand, and picked up the bucket in half and half.

"Why did you fight?" Han Qilu couldn't help asking while washing his face in An Chuxia.

He couldn't figure out why he was so strong, but An Chuxia, who was so much weaker than his own, was still rubbish, and couldn't even beat a bucket of water.

An Chuxia fell off the drops of water on his face and said with a grin, "Well, it depends on skill. Do you know if practice makes perfect? ​​When you master the skill and become proficient, you will naturally hit it in a few strokes."

"Have you fetched water before?" Han Qilu asked in confusion.

"Of course." An Chuxia said, and smiled bitterly in her heart: "You forget, I didn't live in your Han family since I was a child. In the past, every drop of water had to be planned and used. Water cost one cubic meter and two yuan. Eight, it’s too wasteful to wash clothes. Just go to a place a few kilometers away from home to wash clothes. There are wells there. Many people around us wash clothes there."

This is incredible to Han Qilu. He bought a car just to say hello to Han Liuhai, and never had to worry about water bills.

Han Qilu walked into her, patted her head seriously and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you worry about water charges in the future."

This is the most practical promise.

An Chuxia nodded seriously: "Then you have to do what you say."

"Of course, this young master is like..."

"You two, can you be less flirting with me?" Suyuan's voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Han Qilu's unfinished words, she said with a cold face: "Would you like to go to school? Come in? Eat breakfast."

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