Tang Xiaotang took one bite at a time and saw sour water coming out of Song Yingwan's mouth. He reminded her, "Don't eat too much at one time, or your teeth won't be able to bear it."
Tang Xiaotang nodded and said perfunctorily, "Yeah, I understand."
Seeing how happy they were eating, Song Yingwan didn't want to pour cold water on them, so she went out to find the other two people.
They had finished cutting firewood and were sitting under the eaves. Xu Lang actually couldn't sit still for a long time and wanted to go to the kitchen to have a look, but seeing Xie Si sitting firmly next to him, he just endured it and didn't move.
At this time, I saw Song Yingwan coming out, and I became excited, "Sister Wan, I have smelled it for a long time, it smells so good!"
Song Yingwan smiled, how fragrant a syrup could be.
"It's done." After saying that, he shouted towards the kitchen, "Yang Xue, Xiaotang, please bring the things over."
Tang Xiaotang, "Okay, right away."
There was something in his mouth as soon as he heard it.
Then two people each brought out a basket, which was full of hawthorn balls, which were round and red.
Xu Lang took a breath, "Sister Wan, have you done so much?"
"Well, just eat and have fun."
In fact, these seem to be a lot, but if you divide them into pieces, there won’t be much left. Besides, they can’t be stored for a long time, so it’s best to eat them as soon as possible.
Xie Ci and Xu Lang took out the dining table and put things on it. Several people gathered around to bask in the warm sun and eat freshly baked candied haws. It was very comfortable.
Seeing them busy eating, Song Yingwan walked to Xie Ci and sat down, "Don't you want to try it?"
He smiled lightly and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Song Yingwan looked at the few in front of her and said, "You'll know just by looking at them."
"That looks delicious."
"of course."
After saying this, Song Yingwan couldn't help but turn her head to look at the person next to her, and slightly curved the corners of her lips.
The next moment, someone held her wrist and brought her over. His fingertips fell on her forearm and kneaded it gently. His voice was low and gentle, "Are you tired?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment and curled her fingers, "...it's okay."
In fact, she didn't feel anything wrong if he didn't say it. She already liked cooking, and the things she cooked could be liked by her friends. If they were happy eating, she would be happy too.
But when she suddenly heard these words, her heart skipped a beat, and a different emotion spread in her heart.
Xie Ci was looking at her with lowered eyelashes, as if to confirm the authenticity of what he said.
At this time, Yang Xue said impatiently, "Oh, you two, hurry up and eat, these two will eat it up later."
Then he turned around and handed the basket to them, gesturing for them to take it and eat.
Everything was brought to his mouth, so there was no reason not to eat it. Song Yingwan reached out and took one and handed it to Xie Yan, and then picked a big and red one for herself.
Tang Xiaotang said unconvinced, "Didn't you eat it too?"
Xu Lang responded, "Yes."
Yang Xue, "It's not like they are so tired and crooked there, I'm getting goosebumps."
When the other two heard this, they turned their heads and looked over, and saw two hands intertwined, intimate.
Song Yingwan's face grew hot when they looked at her, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand out, but failed. Xie Ci held her hand tightly and did not let go. His face was calm and unaffected at all.
She turned her head to look at him, and when she met his gaze, she couldn't say anything.
He lowered his head silently and allowed the blush to creep up on his ears.
For a moment, the yard was extremely quiet, except for the sound of chewing.
After all, hawthorn is both sweet and sour. It was just a novelty for a few people, and they got tired of it after eating it for a while. Even if I drink a glass of water, my teeth feel sore.
After sitting for a while, they got up and left. Song Yingwan wrapped some for them in oil paper and asked them to take it home and eat slowly. At first, a few people were reluctant, thinking that it was not good-looking to eat and take it at the same time.
Finally, he thanked him, accepted it, and each of them took a bag and went back happily.
At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and Xie Ci and Song Yingwan did not move. They sat in the yard and watched the clouds roll and relax, which was plain and beautiful.
When Song Yingwan was drowsy, a word came to his ear, "Wanwan."
There is a gentleness in the clearness, which looks extremely moving.
"Huh?" She responded subconsciously.
When she gradually regained consciousness, she realized what she had just heard.
"...What, what's wrong?"
This was the first time he called her that. It was normal for Tang Xiaotang and Yang Xue to call her, and she was used to it and didn't feel uncomfortable with it.
But when these two words came out of his mouth, there was a lingering sound at the end, and when the voice came up, it tickled people's ears.
Song Yingwan resisted the urge to scratch her ears and raised her eyes to look at him.
From this angle, he is still delicate, with a clear chin, a high bridge of nose, and fair skin without a single flaw. Every aspect of him attracts the attention of others without appearing feminine. He exudes the unique charm of a man, which always makes him look charming. She felt safe.
Further down is his prominent Adam's apple, which rolled up and down in a beautiful arc. At this time, Song Yingwan's eyes had not touched the area. For a moment, he stared at it in trance, and there was an impulse in his heart to raise his hand and touch it.
Xie Ci felt the girl's gaze. When he lowered his head and looked over, she was looking at him seriously and intently. Her red lips were pursed slightly, with excitement and novelty in her eyes. Following her line of sight, his eyelashes lowered. She was curious. What goes without saying.
The Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and his eyes gradually darkened. He slowly tightened the hand on her waist, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
Song Yingwan didn't realize anything was wrong at the moment, so she subconsciously said, "I'm watching..."
His voice suddenly paused, he looked away as if he was guilty, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."
After speaking, she looked up, and met his deep eyes. He stared at her quietly, his eyes gentle and affectionate without any concealment, and his usually slightly cold eyebrows also had a hint of heat.
Song Yingwan seemed to be frozen, entangled in his gaze and unable to look away.
Then I heard him say: "Wanwan, can I kiss you?"
The tone is slow and seductive.
Her heart tightened, then beat wildly, her breath was slightly hot, and she looked away helplessly, really not knowing how to answer.
As soon as she turned her head, her chin was gently held by someone in the next moment, and their eyes met again. This time she saw the seriousness and unnoticeable expectation in his eyes, and her heart softened.
She took a shallow breath, not daring to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Okay," holding back the heat in her face.
The voice was very low, but the thank you was still heard, and the smile and tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow.
Seeing the girl in front of him, whose face was red because of shyness, she was cute and sweet, and his heart felt numb, as if an electric current had passed through him.
Song Yingwan felt his fingertips rub against her lips twice, and the next second she leaned over, his hot breath spraying on her face. She couldn't help but close her eyes and hold her breath.
