She raised her lips and said, "Then can you show me what you're wearing?"
She was stunned for a moment. It was nothing to try on clothes, but she felt something was weird.
But she really liked these clothes, and was a little tempted by his proposal, so she agreed without hesitating for a few seconds.
"...Then you go out first, and I'll change clothes."
"good."
After he went out, Song Yingwan picked a light pink dress with light patterns embroidered with silver thread. It was simple but also revealed a carefulness. After wearing it, it did not look childish but had a mature charm.
She looked in the mirror and felt that the double ponytails were a little mismatched, so she simply spread her hair and tied it into a low ponytail. It was indeed much better.
This is what she saw when she came in again. This skirt seemed to be designed for her body. It perfectly outlined her slender waist. The light pink color made her complexion fairer and more delicate. Her hair was pulled low and exposed at the back. The slender and graceful neck and the scattered hair on the side of the face add to the laziness.
His eyes dimmed, and he looked at the girl in front of him who was smiling sweetly at him.
The next moment, the girl's soft voice sounded, with a touch of pink on her face, "Does it look good?"
He pursed his thin lips slightly, walked slowly and firmly in front of her, his eyes were as warm as jade, and said softly, "It looks good."
It was like a pearl that had been carefully cared for, and the dust that had been covered by it was wiped away and emitted a dazzling light. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her, and said word by word, "I like it too."
Then he raised his hand and wrapped it around the already full waist. His eyes were filled with indescribable desire, and he was still so pure and noble that no one could touch him.
By the time Song Yingwan came to her senses, her lips had been sealed, and the gray shadows of the two people overlapped on the ground. Their silent lingering and testing brought about waves of throbbing and burning heat.
When she was kissed until she was dizzy and breathing rapidly, she opened her eyes and saw that his eyes were gentle and caring, but also forbearing and restrained, as if he couldn't bear to make her uncomfortable. Her heart skipped a beat. She stood on tiptoe slightly, wrapped her hands behind his neck, and awkwardly kissed the corner of his lips.
Feeling the girl's response, he paused and kissed her deeply the next second.
The whole room was silent, and the only sound that fell into her ears was the sound of the two people's clothes rubbing against each other. Song Yingwan felt the zipper behind her being gently opened, and then she fell into the soft quilt. Her eyes gradually It is stained with a confusing meaning that is difficult to describe.
It’s getting hotter and hotter, challenging the bottom line every second.
After a long time, the movement in the room gradually stopped. The pink skirt had been soaked in several places and was ravaged. It hung limply at the end of the bed, as if to indicate someone's evil deeds.
The girl was lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed and her face flushed. She was still breathing heavily. It was obvious that she had not recovered from the madness just now. If she looked closely, there were still red fingerprints on her shoulders that had not disappeared, but the instigator was neatly dressed. Silently cleaning up the mess.
After a while, Song Yingwan felt him approaching quietly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and then kissed her on the corner of her lips, saying softly, "I'm going to ask for leave from the captain. I've put your clothes next to the bed for you. You can wait a moment." Can you dress yourself?"
In fact, it doesn't matter if he does it for her, but the girl is obviously not in a good mood now, or is still shy, and it is obviously inappropriate to behave like this again.
Song Yingwan buried her face into the pillow and nodded slightly, hoping that he would leave quickly.
The two of them had been fooling around in the room for so long that they were already late for work and had no choice but to ask for leave.
And her action allowed Xie Ci to see the girl's delicate collarbone from this angle. The skin on it was pink, in fact, more of a rose-red color, which was particularly attractive.
He quickly averted his gaze, raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said in a low voice, "Then I'm leaving."
When the room returned to calm, the girl slowly opened her eyes, but her pupils were still moist and there was a touch of red at the end of her eyes.
When I came back after saying goodbye, the pink skirt had been hung on the clothes drying rack in the yard. The hem of the skirt was fluttering in the wind and dripping with water. It had obviously been freshly washed.
Time flies by, the sun becomes hot, the fields are green, and the cicadas chirp melodiously, breaking the dullness and impetuousness of summer.
Song Yingwan's small vegetable patch is also full of vitality. Various vegetables are arranged neatly. Red tomatoes and peppers, green cucumbers and lentils, purple eggplants and perilla are so colorful that people can't see them. The fruits are plump and juicy, which makes Song Yingwan The sense of accomplishment has reached its peak.
Previously, Song Yingwan went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a small pack of watermelon seeds and planted them in the small vegetable patch in the yard. She planted a lot but only three of them grew. These three watermelon seedlings were quite impressive, with several hanging on them. A small watermelon has now grown to the size of a ball and will be ready to eat soon.
How can you not eat watermelon in summer?
Tang Xiaotang and Yang Xue have long been thinking about these small watermelons. They come to see them almost every two days, hoping that they will mature tomorrow.
Of course, watermelons cannot grow so fast, but it is indeed hot today. Xie Ci always drinks a large glass of cold water every time he comes back from work. Song Yingwan is afraid that he will suffer from heat stroke, so soaking a few mint leaves in water every day can help. Antipyretic.
When the weather is hot, it is suitable to eat cold food. Liangpi is of course the first choice. However, she has always bought it from others and has never made it herself, but the general process is still clear.
Because it was the first time she made it, she didn't dare to do too much. She added salt to the flour and kneaded it into a smooth dough. The salt can increase its toughness. After letting it sit for half an hour, she could wash the dough.
Washing the dough means putting the dough in water and kneading it repeatedly. After washing out the starch, what is left is gluten. Next, change the water and knead until it is clear. Let the washed dough stand for a few hours. At this time, the water and batter can be used. After separating, pour away the water on the surface, and then stir the batter evenly. At this time, most of the preparation work is completed.
We don’t have that kind of iron plate at home, so Song Yingwan found a flat plate instead. Just brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the plate and put the batter inside to cover the bottom of the plate. Then add water to the pot. After the water boils, put the plate with the batter on it. Put it in and steam it for two minutes, and a piece of dough will be ready. When it cools down, it will become cold dough.
It took about half an hour of steaming before the batter was completely steamed. There were more than 20 sheets in total.
Don’t waste the washed gluten. This is the soul of Liangpi. Steam it in the pot for half an hour.
She took this time to pick a few cucumbers, cut them into shreds when she came back, and fried half a bowl of peanuts. After adjusting the sauce for the cold skin, the gluten was also cooked by this time, so she cut it into small pieces. spare.
Song Yingwan washed a cucumber and gnawed it while waiting for his thanks to come back. He came back just after finishing one.
