said don't mess with me

Before dawn the next day, firecrackers sounded outside.

At first, there were only one or two. Mu Xia put on the quilt, pulled Han Qingshi's hand to cover her ears, and barely managed to squint for a while, but then the crackling sound became continuous, and she couldn't continue to coax herself at all.

Mucha threw off the quilt, stared blankly at the ceiling, and said in a sad tone, "It's the first day of the new year. I haven't slept for more than an hour. Do I have to torture people like this?"

After Mu Xia finished speaking, Han Qingshi who was beside him also moved.

She turned sideways, with her head resting on her curled arms, her smile was as beautiful as ever, but she still couldn't hide the exhaustion left by the whole night's tossing. Waking you up, later, should be a timely reminder that the time is too late, rather than blindly following you."

Mu Xia recalled the scene when he was always pestering Han Qing in the second half of the trip, asking her, cough, asking her to speak out, and made a slightly unnatural 'ah', and pulled up the quilt again, covering half of his face.

With such a simple movement, his wrists were trembling with soreness, and the feeling on his waist was not very smooth.

All kinds of strangeness are reminding Mucha what she did with Han Qingshi last night, and what she did to Han Qingshi.

It's really too intemperate, but, whether it's the softness that touches each other when they are pleasing each other, or when she unilaterally "pleases" Han Qing, her immersed voice and enthusiastic response are all irresistible to her. .

Being addicted to your girlfriend is normal, don't blame her.

Mu Xia prepared her heart well, lay down on her side, looked into Han Qingshi's eyes from a close distance, and asked her, "Ah Shi, are you okay?" She put in as much effort as she did last night.

Han Qingshi's answer was too honest, "It's not very good, especially the voice."

Mucha, "..." I don't know if throat lozenges are still useful in this situation, why don't you give me some spiritual comfort first?

Mu Xia stood up a little, and slowly approached under Han Qingshi's eyes that were as soft as spring water.

She lowered her straight eyes and did something she thought was very simple in her mind - she pressed her lips against Han Qingshi's throat and squeezed it gently.

But she forgot that the neck was where Han Qing liked her to touch and was afraid of her.

As soon as he touched it, Han Qing's throat visibly trembled when his lips were pressed, and his clear eyes became very dark.

Mucha felt the changes in her breathing, and she paused for a moment when she originally wanted to express her intimacy, and then tentatively swept it with the tip of her tongue.

Almost at the same time, Han Qingshi's throat slid sharply because of a swallowing movement, turning the original swipe into a heavy pressure.

It was an accident, and it coincided with some feelings that were about to move.

Mucha didn't try anymore, opened his mouth, and turned the light sip into a deep kiss.

……

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At one o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Xia was woken up by Mu's mother's phone call.

When she saw the call reminder, she got up and knelt on the bed to answer the phone, "Mom, yes, okay, um, I understand."

After dozens of seconds of frightening conversation ended, Mucha relaxed, and suddenly noticed that his wrist was more sore than it was in the morning, and his whole arm almost fell on the bed along with the phone weakly.

Next to her, Han Qingshi had also sat up, with one leg bent, lying lazily on her lap, seeing Mu Xia's slightly distorted expression when she rubbed her wrist, she just smiled and said nothing, her eyes were especially kind.

Mu Xia endured the discomfort and found a step for himself, "Don't look at me like that, you're definitely not much better."

Han Qingshi, "Well, each of us used half of that box of ZT. If your hands are sore, so will I."

"Enough is enough." Mucha couldn't stand her bluntness, got out of bed hastily, saw the mess all over the floor, was so frightened as if a dog's tail had been stepped on, and ran into the bathroom quickly.

When she came out, Han Qingshi was dressed properly, and the bed and the floor were cleaned up, but... the shirt was wrinkled, and it seemed that something was wrong.

"Do you still have clothes in the car?" Mucha asked.

Han Qingshi, "No, the original plan was to go back after seeing you, without bringing anything."

"Then what should I do?" Mucha was anxious, "My mother said that the TV in my grandma's room was broken, and asked me to go and have a look. I originally wanted to take you with me. You must not be able to dress like this."

Han Qing lowered her head and looked at herself briefly. Her current image is indeed not suitable for meeting people.

"There should be a shopping center in the county, and you can buy some clothes when you pass by." Han Qingshi said.

Mucha worried, "But the clothes here are of average quality, are you used to them?"

"It's fine if you can wear it. I'm not as precious as you think."

"Okay, let's go and have a look now."

"Xia Xia." Han Qing stopped Mu Xia who said that the wind is the rain.

The latter turned back, "What's wrong?"

Han Qing was hesitant to speak, and it was a rare time when he was not confident, "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is a special day. If I take the liberty to visit, will I disturb grandma?"

Mucha's lips curled up, his eyes were sly, "Are you nervous?"

Han Qing didn't deny it, "After all, it's the first time we meet, I'm afraid I'll leave a bad impression on her."

"Hahaha, it's impossible!" Mu Xia assured, patting his chest, "My grandmother's impression of you is just one word—well, it's deeply ingrained, and I, the person involved, can't be shaken. To tell you the truth, let me say something about you right now. , Grandma poked my forehead to remind me that I met you through a lot of shit luck, so I can't trouble you."

"really?"

"I swear on the dog's tail you gave me!"

Han Qing believed it and felt relieved.

I went to check out and eat with Mucha, and picked out a few sets of clothes in the largest shopping plaza in the town center, and then went with her to meet my grandmother with the temporary New Year's goods.

Over there, the little uncle's family had already gone out to play, and grandma was the only one in the back room sitting in front of grandpa's portrait and listening to the play, and talked to him about the trivial things of the past year.

The sound of the radio is not loud today, probably because it is afraid that it will overwhelm grandpa's "voice from afar".

Before entering the door, Mucha changed the gift to the same hand, and when holding Han Qing carefully with the free one, he raised his head and smiled at her, then pushed the door open without hesitation, "Grandma."

Grandma heard Mu Xia's voice, wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and turned to look at her.

Unexpectedly, the first thing I saw was a strange girl—tall, thin, and fair-looking. Even wearing the most ordinary down jacket and jeans, she couldn't hide her outstanding temperament.

Grandma immediately matched the casually dressed Han Qingshi with the well-dressed Han Qingshi in the photo that Mu Xia showed her, and immediately beamed with joy.

"Is this Ah Shi, my little granddaughter's partner?" Grandma asked as she walked, her eyes could only accommodate Han Qingshi, as if she couldn't see Mu Xia.

Mu Xia kicked his legs and shook his claws again, but he couldn't bring up any sense of existence.

Grandma walked straight up to Han Qingshi, and when she made a sound, Mu Xia immediately became sore, "She really is a pretty girl, it's a pity to match my little granddaughter."

Mucha, "..." Is she shameless?

Although Han Qingshi didn't look at Mu Xia, he could sense her dissatisfaction from the pinched palms.

In order to appease her girlfriend, she hurriedly accepted her grandmother's words to avoid further quarrels, "Grandma, my name is Han Qingshi. I came here suddenly this time. I didn't inform you in advance. Please forgive me."

Grandma was also a well-educated young lady when she was young, and she liked the humble and polite young man Han Qingshi the most, and now it feels good to hear what she says, "Not suddenly, grandma has known you since the first day, and has been waiting for you Come here, if Xia Xia hadn't let go, grandma would have called you in person to celebrate the New Year."

Grandma enthusiastically took Han Qingshi's hand and sat down on the sofa, asking one question after another without seeing the end.

Mucha got a headache from hearing too much, and ran to fiddle with the TV.

On the other hand, Han Qing, the smile on his face should be as obedient as possible, and he answered the questions seriously, without any sign of impatience. Mu Xia couldn't help but feel complacent again, squatting in front of the TV cabinet, biting his fist and laughing foolishly .

After chatting for about an hour, grandma suddenly called Mu Xia, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV watching a movie, "Xia Xia."

Mucha didn't look back, "Yes."

"Go to the kitchen and wash some fruit."

"it is good."

Mucha got up numbly and ran to wash the fruit.

As soon as she left, grandma raised her eyes at Han Qingshi mysteriously and said, "Ah Shi, you come to the room with me."

Han Qingshi, "Okay."

Han Qingshi helped his grandmother to the room.

When he came out again, Mu Xia was biting a small kumquat and looking around for someone.

Seeing Han Qing coming alone, he strode up to her and asked, "Where's grandma?"

Han Qingshi, "Grandma said she was a little tired and wanted to rest for a while."

Mucha, "Oh, then why did you go?"

Han Qing brought a handbag in front of him unhurriedly, and said with a smile on his face, "I was called by my grandma to get a New Year's gift."

"You came here temporarily, and you have a gift?" Mucha was curious, and when she saw the familiar color and pattern of the handbag, she exclaimed, "Ah! I haven't sewn the skirt yet!"

Mucha snatched the handbag angrily and held it in his arms.

Seeing her move, Han Qing smiled even better. He leaned over and kissed her slightly pursed lips because of dissatisfaction, and explained: "Grandma told me that you have been learning sewing from her during the winter vacation. I will keep your concern in mind." In my heart, but it's what grandma said, you hurt yourself all over your hands because of a skirt, it's not what we want to see."

Mucha was depressed, "But I promised you that I will mend it."

"Grandma has already helped to mend it." Han Qing's soft smile was full of gratitude, "Grandma said that when they married their daughters in those days, the elders in the family would always sew a few quilts with their own hands. A piece of clothing. This skirt was left to me by my mother, and now I have more blessings from your family. Xia Xia, it is worth it if it breaks."

Mucha never thought it would be like this, and his heart suddenly became hot.

She hurriedly took out the skirt and unfolded it. The original garish cut was completely gone, replaced by a hand-embroidered white peony, which was lifelike from the branches and leaves to the flowers.

"It's so beautiful." Mucha couldn't help but sigh.

Grandma's craftsmanship is no worse than the original embroidery on the skirt, and the vividness is even better.

Looking at Mu Xia's reaction, Han Qing knew that she accepted the result, so he took her hand that could no longer see the pinhole, and kissed it distressedly on his lips, "Xia Xia, you say 'like me' more than that." Everything works, I don't need you to make me happy in extra ways."

Mu Xia shrank back timidly, seeing the overwhelming love in Han Qing's eyes, her heart softened, and she wrapped her arms around her neck, dragging her voice and said, "Well... I really don't have to run away if I like you, but……"

"What?" Han Qing asked Mu Xia's waist to make the hug more intimate.

Mu Xia playfully pecked Han Qingshi's lips, her face flushed slightly, "I was chatting with grandma once, she said that liking is a temporary thing, and sooner or later you will get tired of it, but love lasts longer than a lifetime. I am very greedy for you. I plan to occupy your life first, and in the future, maybe I want your next life."

Han Qingshi felt that he understood Mu Xia's oblique words, and her dark eyes flashed, "Xia Xia, do you mean what I think?"

"Yes." Mu Xia tightened her arms, leaned on Han Qingshi's shoulders, pressed her soft lips against her ears, and whispered to her, "Ah Shi, I think, I'm starting to love you."

The author has something to say: Chapter 68 is not very easy to modify, temporarily delete a paragraph, and then complete the word count and other review, if someone does not see the deleted paragraph, I will apply for a Weibo to post it tomorrow.

I have been prostitution for nothing without logging in to Weibo before, but now I finally have to pay it back, vicissitudes.