love marks

Chapter 23, three jokes for one kiss.

There was a strange noise outside the door, and Fu Yu and I immediately became nervous.

"It can't be uncle and aunt," Fu Yu whispered, "They won't be back until tomorrow."

"It must be that the visitor is not kind." I said affirmatively, my heart sank.

Wan Jin was still barking.

"Is there anyone up for grabs?" I said.

Fu Yu understood, ran to the kitchen, took two knives, returned, and handed me one.

I frowned looking at the knife in her hand, then ran to the bathroom to find a mop stick and replaced the knife in her hand: "Use this, be safe."

And I was holding a kitchen knife myself.

The sound of prying on the door continued, and the man outside obviously ignored Wan Jin's warning cries.

I bravely moved towards the entrance, and Fu Yu followed me, pulling my clothes tightly.

When I got closer, I deliberately coughed and shouted in a rough voice: "Who is outside?!"

The sound of prying the door stopped abruptly.

Wan Jin stopped screaming, and kept watching the door closely; after a while, he heard footsteps leaving in a hurry, and then completely quieted down.

Sure it was all right, we both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared to death." Fu Yuhou was terrified, "I don't know what to do if you're not here."

I went to the door and listened for a while, then opened the door and went out to check the lock. From the outside, there were almost no traces of picking the lock. I couldn't help but feel a little scared. If there is no one at home, the family will suffer. Maybe Wan Jin will be folded inside.

After relocking the door, I looked at Fu Yu, "Can this door be locked inside?"

"can."

"Lock the door so that it cannot be opened outside, and then leave a note for your uncle to change the lock as soon as possible before returning to school tomorrow, otherwise he is likely to come again;" I analyzed, "Just now Wan Jin kept telling him to stop. If you don't care, it means that he has taken care of your uncle's situation. It's too dangerous to think about it. Malicious...the consequences are unimaginable."

"Tang Song, stop talking, I'm so scared," she showed timidity, "My legs are weak."

I comforted her, "Don't be afraid, at least he won't come again today."

I returned the temporary weapons of the two of them to their original places, while Fu Yu locked the door from the inside, checked it several times uneasy, and then gave up anxiously.

"Sleep, I'll be with you." I said.

"We don't have a guest room, so you can only sleep with me," she said.

"Okay, no problem." I have nothing to mind.

"But I have the habit of hugging things to sleep," she said again, "You took Mr. Xiong's place, so... I can only hug you to sleep."

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as you don't dislike it." I said.

She unconsciously pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed slightly.

It's worth the blush too?

"Be good, Wan Jin, it's time for us to go to bed, you have to take care of yourself and don't lose your temper." Fu Yu coaxed Wan Jin like a child, then turned off the headlights in the living room, and then I followed her back to the bedroom.

Only then did I realize that not only was there a medium-sized bed in her bedroom, which was barely big enough to sleep two people, but there was also only one quilt.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the extra quilt from my aunt's room," she said.

"No," I called her to stop, and then added, "I mean, if you don't mind, I don't mind sharing the quilt between the two of you."

She didn't reply, but stepped back.

We were lying on the bed, luckily neither of us were fat, but our shoulders still touched our shoulders.I didn't know what to say for a while, so I just stared at the ceiling stupidly.

"Are you sleepy?" she asked.

"Not sleepy yet." I replied.

"I don't feel sleepy either," she said. "What do you usually do when you can't sleep?"

"Playing with a mobile phone." But it seems a bit inappropriate to play with a mobile phone in this case.

"Aside from playing with your phone?" she asked.

I thought about it and came up with an idea, "Let's play a game."

"what game?"

"A game of boxing guessing," before she objected to me, and then said a different way of playing, "This boxing game is different from ordinary rock-paper-scissors games. Winners and losers are judged according to the old rules, and then the winning side has to call out the gestures that may be made next. The hand gestures can be changed or remain the same, and the other party cannot make the same hand gestures as the winning party shouted, otherwise it will be out of the game, and the loser will be punished for more fun.”

"Sounds interesting," she agreed, "and what's the punishment for the loser?"

"Hmm... hand-playing?"

"It's not interesting to play palms," she said after thinking for a while, "otherwise let the loser tell a joke or something."

"Row."

So the game of two people hiding under the covers began.

I lost the first round, so in her expectant eyes, I brewed a little, and told a joke: "The sparrow and the crow are playing together.

The sparrow said: What kind of bird are you?

The crow said: I am Phoenix!

Sparrow: How can there be such a dark phoenix as your turtle son?

Crow: You know a shovel, I am a phoenix who burns boilers. "

Fu Yu laughed loudly when he heard this, "It's still a dialect joke."

"Yeah, wouldn't it be more interesting this way." I also laughed.

"Come again." She came interested.

The second time I lost again.

"The homework assigned by a certain teacher to the students is to use "begging" and "request" to make sentences.

After the homework was handed in, one of them replied: Yesterday, my mother stewed a pot of pig's feet, and my father ate a piece before it was cooked, and said: "Please don't move."

Mom said: "I ask you to chew!""

She didn't react for a while, and laughed after a while, "It seems that I have to learn the dialect. Come again."

I still lost the third game.

"Uh, I don't seem to be taking advantage of the game." No way, I can only think of another joke, "A polar bear was sitting alone on the ice in a daze, and started to pluck its own fur to play when it was really bored. A... ...Two...Three...The last one was pulled out, and he suddenly yelled...It's so cold!!..."

She did not speak.

This is a bad joke.

I admit that I'm a little short of words, and just about to say something to ease the seemingly awkward atmosphere, there was a sudden warmth on my face, she kissed me on the face, and then she smiled in disguise, "Is it still cold?"

I froze for a moment.

Suddenly being hugged by her, her voice was soft, "This way it won't be cold."

I was startled, only to feel that my face became hot all of a sudden.

It's really not cold anymore, only her heat is left on her body.