The Lover’s Prattle

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When Qing Zhao woke up in the morning, Lin Zhaozheng looked at her side by side and holding her arms, her eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of her eyes were actually mild.

Qing Ruo ticked his lips and watched him bow his head and kiss her forehead, rushing to speak before him, "Nuanyang, it's time to get up."

Lin Zhaojunmei's cheeks twisted a bit, and Qingruo wakes up the little fart every morning in such a coquettish tone.

Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes, hummed his nose slightly, then lay down and pulled his back to cover her with a quilt. His voice was dull, "Sorry."

If Qing ignored him, he got dressed, stood on the bed with his arms around, and muttered some dangerous threats lazily. "Really?"

Lin Zhao turned around, wrapped her quilt around her neck, exposed her head with long silver hair, and looked annoyed at her tone, "Qingruo, you are not allowed to do this in the future."

Qing Ruo bent, stopped at a distance from his head with his arms around, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a sincere knowing, "Why not?"

Lin Zhao glared at her, with fire in his eyes.

Qingruo looked innocently.

OK ... shameless.

Lin Zhao looked at her for quite a while, she couldn't help crying and laughing, but she was also petting and annoyed that she wanted to swallow this naughty guy.

She was still staring at him with pure, clear eyes, waiting for his answer.

Lin Zhao breathed deeply, "Don't mention my dark history. Otherwise ..."

"Don't you bit me?" Qing Ruo laughed, lowering his body and pressing down, his voice getting closer and closer, and the heat of speech burst out and sprayed his face.

Opening his mouth to bite a piece of meat on his face, Qingruo deliberately grinds his teeth, straightens up and makes two sighs, and feels casually as he walks out, "It tastes good."

Lin Zhao angered and watched her leave the room all the way, and when she was completely invisible, she only scratched her slightly wet face with a slight hook on the corner of her mouth, little nerd.

There is never a feeling in the body, as if there is endless cultivation, and it seems that there is no ordinary person at all.

Qingruo habitually enters the kitchen after breakfast to prepare breakfast.

The temporary call appeared at the door.

He likes white clothes. For the first time, Qingruo saw him in a clean but strange contradiction in white clothes, but now he only has the light-dissolved clean.

As I stepped into the kitchen and walked over here, I rolled my sleeves. After pulling my left hand with my right hand, my left hand was a bit stupid. When I walked to Qing Ruo, he frowned unhappyly and stretched his arm in front of her. sleeve."

"Ok."

Qing Ruo rolled up his sleeves, and he picked up at the corners of his eyes, and looked at them with a slight arc. Compared to the right side of her scroll, the left side that she rolled up just now is really ugly. Lin Zhao raised her arm, and if she rolled up one side, she naturally rolled down the other side and rerolled.

Lin Zhao bowed her head and came to kiss her nose, "Thank you ~"

With her arms around her waist, "I've folded the quilt ~ I'll make breakfast this morning."

Qing Qing smiled, put the vegetables in the water basin, "Need help?"

"You don't need it, just direct, I'll come."

Lin Zhao took the basin in her hand, took the basin with one hand and held her to the well in the yard, and first came up with water to wash her hands. "I'm washing vegetables, you can wipe your hands. I'll wash it for you. "

He can of course use spells, but he doesn't want to.

Qing Ruomen entered the room with a whisper, and specifically explained to him, "Be careful, there will be little flying insects on the leaf during this time."

"it is good."

Lin Zhao washes vegetables for the first time, and Qingruo's memories belong to the little fart boy. When Qingruo washes vegetables, he just played next to it and had seen it, but he hadn't watched it carefully.

I can only treat the particularly fragile vegetable leaves carefully, squatted on the ground, washed it back and forth three times, scooped up the water in my pants, and my shoes were more than half wet.

When Lin Zhao stood up, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "Qing Ruo, that's all right."

"Okay, I'm here ..." Qing Ruo echoed in the room, and Lin Zhao called into the kitchen, starting to look at the things in the kitchen.

At present, folks have not said that breakfast is to make breakfast after waking up in the morning, to start work after breakfast in the field, or to set up a stall to discuss life.

Qing Ruo went into the kitchen and took two eggs and handed them to him. Lin Zhao called Silly to catch them. He looked at Qing Ruo and saw that she was going to bend over again to get the bowl. "No, I'm here, you just say."

Beating the eggs explained for a long time, and the meat and vegetables cut the air again.

Fortunately, the fire didn't go out last night, just add firewood.

Both meals were exhausted for a meal, and Qingruo could only be fortunate that now the two are no longer in the range that ordinary people need to eat every meal.

Otherwise, I'm almost hungry after a meal.

Lin Zhao's stir-fry was extremely lively, yelling at Qingruo almost every three seconds, and the pot was running full of kitchens.

...

Fried chives with eggs, the eggs are dark, and the chives are yellow.

Green pepper shreds, cough, green pepper meat is not cooked anyway, shouldn't be cooked anyway.

Bitter vegetable soup should be the best-made dish, but it has a little more salt, which is completely trivial.

Lin Zhao put the dishes on the table, squeezed his lips tightly, took out the rice bowl, and stood next to the pot. "Qing Ruo, it seems that I did not cook."

"..." Qingruo really forgot. The key is that the kitchen has been too lively. Look at the corner of Linzhao, there is a little black hair, messy dyed clothes of various colors, and oily and dirty hands. .

Forgive her for not really paying attention to cooking.

"Last night we had some cold rice, otherwise, we're hot?" Qing Ruo turned his head and suggested that Lin Zhao's face was really ugly.

Lin Zhao clenched his lips and reluctantly nodded, and finally took out the cold rice from last night and fry.

They do n’t need to eat now, even if it ’s poisonous.

But taste ...

Two people finished eating three dishes, and Lin Zhao ate more, and Qingruo ate less.

He packed up the chopsticks and carried it to the well in the yard to wash the dishes. The movement was awkward and slow, but patient enough.

Lin Zhao was squatting on the ground. He didn't know that he had to roll his clothes. The clothes on the back were already stained with dust on the ground.

Qing Ruo took two small benches out of the house and gave him a seat next to him, holding his chin in his hands to watch him wash the dishes.

Lin Zhao's face has been dark from the time he cooks. This will look up at the sky, and smiles reluctantly. "The sun is in, go inside."

If Qing shook his head and didn't speak, he looked at him with dark eyes.

Lin Zhao lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes. After half a ring, his voice softly opened.

Qing Ruo made a strange noise.

Lin Zhao raised his head to look at her, his black eyes were like water and ink, with the tenderness of the lingering streams between the mountains in February, gently and long.

"Why not?"

Lin Zhao heart beat beat.

The movement on the hand did not stop, unfamiliar, adding distraction, the bowl on his hand slipped, he reacted for the first time, a spell cage passed, and the bowl lying on the ground was not damaged in any way.

She used the little fart to pick things up at home. Every piece, every piece.

Lin Zhao shook his hands and laughed. "I'm not clean, but I want to kiss you now."

Qing Ruo stood up and crouched close to him, pinpointing his lips with a smile on her face. The vague thought that he put his lips around his neck, "I can come over."

He carried the washed bowl back to the kitchen to put it on, and Qingruo followed, and hugged his waist from behind, his cheeks slamming his back, his voice soft like a kitten's paw stepping on his heart, miss you."

His body was stiff and relaxed, and he opened his back softly, "Qing Ruo, I really want to cook for you every day. From bad to okay, from okay to yummy, from yummy to yummy Tired, then get used to it. "

"I know, you don't need to eat, and I don't need it. But I still think, no matter where and what we do, we will go home for dinner."

Lin Zhao turned around and hugged her, his arms gradually tightened, the person in his arms was close to him, and across the clothes, he could sense her heartbeat, bang, bang. Nothing different from him. They lived and died together, thanking the world.

She bowed her hair and kissed her soft, obedient hair. "Okay?"

"it is good."

This is probably the most pleasing sound that Lin Zhao has heard from his memory until now.

Lin Zhao was going to rehabilitate the immortal realm to take revenge. He now has a Qiankun bag, and packing things in this room is just a wave of his hands.

But still sorted out carefully, opened the closet, and the clothes of the little fart were neatly folded and clearly arranged. Lin Zhao hesitated for a while, or put it in the Qiankun bag and put it in place.

Qing Ruo went to clean up some sundries, came in the door and asked him, "Are you going to repair the fairyland?"

Lin Zhao nodded, "Go back first and kill."

He said lightly, Qingruo twitched his lips.

Lin Zhao put the big bed into Qiankun's bag, and came over and patted her forehead calmly, "I will let innocent people go, but those heads must die."

I probably noticed that my tone was too cold and serious, and Lin Zhao called his lips to give a smile, and his tone softened. "Don't worry about the demons taking advantage of the chaos, I will arrange them and disobediently obliterate them."

If Qing Qing hits his chest with his head, no matter how mild his tone is, then his words will be reconciled. In fact, he still has a strong momentum to block our death, and is overbearing and fierce. No one else is allowed to say no.

Lin Zhao always did whatever she wanted to her, and she took a step back by hitting her head, holding her waist and touching her head, frowning and soothing, "Otherwise first support the new head Kill them again? "

He thought that if Qing was unhappy, he would think of the most appropriate solution.

Qing Ruo shook her head gently, "I believe in you, you can manage the demons."

Lin Zhao hooked her lips and laughed, bent over and hugged her, and then turned around and threw it on the bed. When she turned around and looked at the empty room, she remembered that the bed had been put away by herself, and pulled the corner of her mouth. If I put it down again, I said solemnly, "Qingruo, I find that as long as I have something about you, I will become dull and stupid."

"But it doesn't matter, I seem to like it."

Lin Zhao took out the bed again, picked up the person, put it on the bed, and pressed it down.

Qing Ruo proudly called him, "Warm Sun!" He pulled his collar tightly, his flushed face, and his bright eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't want to love, I just wanted to hold you down for a while, just not enough."

If Qing was too late to speak, his breath came overwhelmingly, and the overbearing strong kiss could not be denied to lock her.

Sure enough, from the start ...

**

When you do n’t need to eat,

But you meet someone you want to cook for her every day.

And when you say yes.

I suddenly felt that the whole world was tender.

Qingruo.

—— [Black Box]