Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." The fiancée naturally pretended to ignore it.

Weng Po came soon carrying a big watermelon, which had been kept in the cellar and had been chilled with well water for a long time.

She handed the watermelon over, and the taciturn man took it, carrying it with one hand and lowering his head.

"I'll send the money later, please."

"...No trouble, no trouble." Weng Po waved her hand.

"But there's no need to trouble you to bring it over. There's no charge for this melon. Just think of it as a meeting gift from me to this girl. She can come here to play often and talk to us sisters."

She looked at Yun Si with a smile.

He winked.

"..." A certain fiancée could only smile shyly, "...I'll try my best."

The premise is that someone doesn't always want to drive her away.

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The two men left quickly.

The man was carrying the melon, his back straight.

His fiancée followed him obediently, like a spineless little chicken.

When I looked back, I found that the women had followed them out, and they were all lying next to the door frame, looking at them.

Several pairs of eyes, gossip, excitement, curiosity, exploration...

That look in his eyes made him want to pull out everything that happened between them and expose it to the world.

"..." Yun Si looked away and said nothing.

He quickened his pace and walked side by side with Yu Falcon.

As I turned the corner to go home, the intense gaze behind me finally disappeared.

The trail seemed to become much quieter in an instant.

The sun was hot, baking the ground.

Next to the trail are mud-tile houses, large and small, high and low, and the buildings are almost the same.

Yun Si glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that there was no one around except the two of them walking on the path.

Neither of them spoke, only the faint sound of footsteps sounded.

The shadow fell silently to the ground, too quiet.

Yun Si coughed slightly and looked sideways at him.

He is tall, has deep eyebrows, a high nose, and clear facial features.

When there is no expression, it is easy to give people a feeling of alienation and indifference, and even make people feel strong oppression.

It's so overwhelming that people can't breathe.

She looked at him and then looked away.

Quietly, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

The two of them returned home, and Yu Xuan closed the door.

Yun Si consciously washed her hands and washed off the watermelon juice on her hands.

The watermelon Yu Falcon bought was cut into two halves.

Put half of it in the shade and cover it, put a spoon on the other half, and stuff it directly into Yun Si's arms.

"..." The pretty little beauty blinked at him.

Yu Falcon was obviously still very sleepy, so he lay down again after entering the room.

Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes.

Still expressionless, he just said flatly: "Don't run around if you have nothing to do. If you are sold again, don't blame me for not saving you."

"..." The person in the floral skirt sat on the small bench, holding the half of the watermelon and looking at him.

He was lying on the ground, still on a simple straw mat, without even a quilt.

After saying that, he became silent and seemed to have fallen asleep.

The breathing sound was rough, like that of a wild animal.

His chest rose and fell with great amplitude.

This shows how amazing the lung capacity can be.

The man holding the iced watermelon sat there and stared for a while.

My attention was not on the watermelon at all.

After staring for a long time, she suddenly stood up and put the watermelon down.

Stepping lightly, she walked around him and came to the bed.