All Hail Cousin Brother

As he spoke, Yin Huaixi secretly squeezed her hand tightly. It was as soft as boneless catkin, as soft and smooth as grease. He was always worried that one of her hands would slip away if he didn't hold it tightly.

He frowned, inserted his fingers between hers, and interlocked with hers.

Yu Youyao lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. It was her shyness that seemed to be hidden when the flowers were blooming but the branches were low.

I don't know if Yu Youyao's hand is too soft. He can't hold it tightly, or it can't be loosened, or it can't be light, or it can't be too heavy, which makes Yin Huaixi's heart follow suit. Nervous, I subconsciously straightened my back and cleared my throat: "Your hands are too soft and slippery. If you don't hold them tighter, you'll..."

As if someone had strangled his neck, his voice suddenly stopped, he twitched like white jade, and suddenly turned red.

The mountain breeze blew through the forest, causing thin green waves to rise from the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Yin Huaixi looked at Yu Youyao subconsciously.

She lowered her head and looked from the side. Her eyelashes were long and curled, and they were trembling "fluttering" and "fluttering", as if there was a butterfly resting on her eyes.

Only then did Yin Huaixi notice that her ears were so red that they were bleeding.

"Cough!" He coughed hard, his eyebrows were a little innocent, but his eyes were a little wandering. He probably didn't expect that when the explanation came into his mouth, he would become frivolous and flirtatious.

It seems that he is frivolous and ungrateful.

He glanced with a guilty look in his eyes and defended in a low voice: "Well, actually it's not that soft." He trembled and felt that what he said was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He added: "No, don't misunderstand, I didn't say it." "Your hands are not soft and slippery." He even got tongue-tied and jumped repeatedly between soft and slippery: "It's just that your hands are quite soft and slippery. I shouldn't say that your hands are too soft." Soft, no, that's not what I meant..."

Yin Huaixi groaned with a broken face, a little hopeless.

This was the first time that Yu Youyao saw him stumbling and speaking awkwardly.

She pursed her lips desperately, suppressing a smile. Her pink-white face, whether it was suppressed or ashamed, was like a budding spring apricot, delicate and delicate.

"That's not right, that's not right either, so what do you mean?" Yu Youyao asked him deliberately.

The air became quiet for a few breaths.

Yu Youyao looked up at him without hearing him speak.

Yin Huaixi regained his dignified and graceful expression, appearing calm and unhurried, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "I just feel that your hands are like catkins and your skin is like gelatin." He raised his eyes when he saw Yu Youyao's face covered with red clouds. He trembled slightly, then held it back slightly, and he suddenly became confident: "It's boneless and soft as if it's nothing when I hold it in my hand. I'm always worried that it will slip away from my hand if I'm not careful, so," he He clenched the soft hand a little tighter: "If you want to hold it tighter, you won't be able to escape."

Why do you feel guilty when you praise your future wife? !

That must be something to be proud of.

Yu Youyao felt that this meant something, so she glared at him and whispered, "Who is running away?"

Yin Huaixi cleared his throat: "Anyway, it's okay to hold it tight."

Yu Youyao blushed and lowered her head.

Yin Huaixi felt justified, and her eyes stopped wandering. From his angle, she had black hair like clouds, a single snail on top of her head, and the peaks rising like a snail. At first glance, she was surrounded by mist and mist, and a section of clouds in Wushan was piled up. On the side of her white cheeks, her embroidered head and Emei eyebrows are framed. Her cross-breasted blouse has a collar like a cockroach, and her long neck is as thin as jade, bent a little, which is euphemistic and touching.

Yin Huaixi's eyes were straightened, but he tried to restrain himself and moved his eyes away. For the first time in his life, he had doubts about his self-control, which he was proud of. His throat rolled and his voice became hoarse: "Let's go down the mountain. !”

The road down the mountain is not the same as the one up the mountain. It is a bit steeper. Yu Youyao holds her skirt in one hand and lowers her head to look at the road. Yin Huaixi walks half a step in front of her, guiding her and reminding her from time to time to be careful and pay attention to her steps. point……

The horse followed behind him, stopping from time to time to take a bite of weeds on the roadside.

After walking for a while, Yu Youyao's forehead and the tip of her nose were covered with fragrant sweat. She was breathing lightly and her cheeks were a little flushed: "How long until we can reach the bottom of the mountain?"

Although I wear small boots under my feet, it is very convenient to travel. However, for the sake of comfort, the small boots are soft-soled shoes with tendons. The soles are still a bit thin and soft. Normal walking is not a problem. However, the mountain road is uneven and the stone slabs are extremely cold and hard. It is difficult to walk on them. My feet were slightly stinging. After walking for a short time, I felt some soreness and numbness in the soles of my feet.

It's just that she would rather suffer some hardship than get off the horse.

"We still have to walk for a while. The mountains are flatter and we can ride horses. Are you tired?" Yin Huaixi paid attention to her all the time. He noticed early in the morning that she was out of breath and already had some difficulty. However, Yu Youyao didn't mention it, so he just pretended. Tsukuru didn't know and quietly slowed down the mountain.

"It's a bit." Hearing what he meant, she didn't reach the bottom of the mountain so quickly. Yu Youyao hesitated, should she insist on continuing to walk, or should she endure the steep mountain road and feel the excitement of riding down the mountain?

"This section of the road is steeper and more difficult to walk. You haven't learned to ride a horse yet, and it's not safe to ride down the mountain." Yin Huaixi saw her dilemma, with a deep smile in his eyes, and let go of the horse in his hands. He squatted in front of her and said, "Come up, I'll carry you down."

His tone was undeniably tough.

But after all, he is a military commander on the battlefield and a powerful person with great power. He already has an intimidating aura of thunder and calmness.

It makes people resist the thought of resistance.

Usually in front of her, Yin Huaixi deliberately restrained his aura and rarely showed this side.

Therefore, Yu Youyao accepted this trick. After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to climb on Yin Huaixi's back and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Yin Huaixi put his arms on the crooks of her legs, lifted her legs, and slowly stood up.

Yu Youyao saw the steep mountain road from Yin Huaixi's arms, and felt panicked: "Otherwise, I'd better come down and walk on my own. The mountain road is not easy to walk, and it seems quite dangerous to carry another person on my back. After all, we can't If you’re in a hurry, the scenery in the mountains is great. You can walk for a while, rest along the way, or go down slowly.”

"No need," Yin Huaixi walked steadily along the road down the mountain. He walked very slowly: "The mountain road is not easy to walk. That's for you. I am a martial arts practitioner. I have been practicing martial arts since I was seven years old. He tied a sandbag and went up and down the mountain every day to train his leg strength. He didn't stop for a while, not to mention carrying you, but carrying "a big fat cow." He consciously swallowed the words that came to his lips: "Two of you, It’s not a problem for you either.”

When he was in Youzhou, his father often did this when he took the family out for fun. Otherwise, why would he choose another steeper mountain road on the way back?