Xianyu's leisurely life through books

A sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

According to Xiaoxiao, Du Rouhui was reborn and knew the faction he belonged to.

She went to the third prince's side...

Song Yu really couldn't think of what else could be her purpose other than being disgusted and taking revenge on him and Xiaoxiao.

The smile gradually subsided, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

This woman really can't stay!
"Go to Zhengyang Street." Song Yu ordered lightly.

Da Zhuang responded.

At this moment, the sun was already setting, and Pei Xiaoxiao and Uncle Lao's family were closing the stall.

Seeing Song Yu, Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, she put down her cleaning work, gave Uncle Lao a bonus, and gave the three of them red envelopes.

After saying hard work repeatedly, he turned to the street and greeted Song Yu.

The feeling of the legs stepping on the ground is wonderful.

Time passed by, and Song Yu's frown gradually relaxed.

It should be fine.

Song Yu laughed, his heart softened into a puddle of water.

Pei Xiaoxiao snorted twice, and patted him on the head: "Thanks can't just be words, I want to see actual actions."

On the night of New Year's Eve, the moon was hidden in the darkness.

Pei Xiaoxiao buried herself under the quilt, all she could see was the yellowish fluffy tops of her hair.

Song Yu's eyes were bright, but his words were meaningful: "Are you actually going to take action?"

All the members of Lao Song's family went to the county town to watch the fireworks.

The night sky returned to darkness.

When the heat source flowed to the legs, the tingling sensation like ants gnawed densely spread to the brain.

Song Yu was in pain and happy.

She withdrew her hand, just about to look at his legs.

The lips were sealed.

Just by smelling it, Song Yu felt comfortable all over.

It was a pleasure to walk back and forth.

"Hmm." Pei Xiaoxiao arrogantly nodded her chin, and pushed him again, "Get up, my hair is not completely dry, and the mattress is almost wet."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

Three members of Uncle Lao's family celebrated the New Year in the county, and Song Yu and his wife brought the lonely Da Zhuang and Aunt Xu back to the village.

Very painful.

Song Yu also gave Da Zhuang a holiday.

"Xiaoxiao, my Xiaoxiao, why are you so cute?"

Pei Xiaoxiao blinked her beautiful brown eyes: "What do you want to say?"

It's heart-warming to watch.

"My little quail, why is your face so red and hot? Do you need to help you cool down for your husband?"

Song Yu still didn't move, but stared at her with bright eyes.

Shy and cute.

"Get off."

Song Yu was amused, changed his position, picked up the man halfway, and fed it into her mouth himself.

Pei Xiaoxiao wasn't worried about whether the medicine would work, she just felt distressed.

Song Yu didn't answer him, but told her with practical actions.

When we arrived at Songjia Village, night had come and the meals were ready.

Song Yu took the kettle from the small charcoal hut on the table, poured some cold water, and walked back to the bed:

It melted at the entrance, and a warm current spread to the limbs and bones.

The corners of his smiling lips froze, his face was tense, his brows were wrinkled, and his whole face was twisted.

A thin layer of sweat emerged from the forehead.

The couple stayed at Lao Song's house.

Song Yu was not convenient, so he let them have fun.

Hopeful and joyful.

He felt that at this moment, he was full of strength.

Song Yu avoided her with a smile, and held her down: "Don't move, it will be soon."

After finishing the chores in hand, he turned his head and glanced at the bed.

I started teasing again.

When applying the medicine, Pei Xiaoxiao felt very ashamed, and reached out to snatch the ointment from his hand:

tingling...

She stopped wiping his hair, took the handkerchief quickly, and wiped his sweat little by little.

It's good to have a feeling.

Pei Xiaoxiao fell on the mattress, and the man pushed her over.

Pei Xiaoxiao had a busy day today, took a comfortable hot bath, brushed her hair and went back to her room.

Turn around.

Even after being hearty, the spirit is extremely full.

He poured the water from the basin into the open space in the yard, and added water to the kettle on the charcoal hut.

After the lively New Year's Eve dinner, Song's mother said that a large group of people would go to the city to play, just like last year.

Song Yu didn't move.

Let him go back to the county with him, and don't spend this time in the village, but celebrate the New Year with Aunt Xu in Mingyuan Lane in the city.

What kind of medicine, after helping to remove toxins, can also restore the function of the body along the way?
Incredible.

The smell of medicine is fragrant.

"Xiaoxiao, thank you."

However, Aunt Xu, Mother Pei, and Song Ting had already returned to the village a few days ago.

Pei Xiaoxiao's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were still wet, and there was embarrassment and embarrassment in her eyes.

Pei Xiaoxiao's toes were almost digging out three rooms and one living room on the mattress.

Very sour.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across, splitting the night sky like a rainbow, flashing brilliantly in an instant.

His legs, without feeling, had been there for a long time.

But starting tomorrow, the moon will become brighter and rounder little by little.

It's an ice blue pill.

Song Yu's voice of comfort and persuasion sounded low, and the little milk cat's aggrieved protest gradually weakened.

"Xiaoxiao, get up and drink some water."

Many people in the village went to the city to play, only sporadic lights came through, which could not dispel the night at all.

Song Yu was reading a book leaning on the bedpost.

Pei Xiaoxiao was so tired that she didn't want to move at all, she hummed twice, but didn't move.

He opened his mouth obediently.

She was dumbfounded, and was about to ask why.

He didn't blow out the oil lamp, but deliberately dug the man out of the quilt:
"What are you doing? I can't breathe."

As he spoke, he put away his things.

In the east wing of Old Song's house.

"what?"

"I will do it myself!"

As the night gradually deepened, the lights in the east wing were turned on again, and the tall figure of the man was reflected on the window.

She slapped his hand away angrily: "Get lost!"

Her voice is delicate and soft, soft and weak, like a coquettish little milk cat, without any threat.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had gone through the pain with him.

"Haha!" Song Yu laughed loudly, threw off the quilt, got into the bed, took the girl he loved into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Hmm...Xiaoxiao, do you know?..." Song Yu smiled subtly, "There is one thing that I have wanted to do for a long time."

The Qingxin Powder that Pei Xiaoxiao gave should indeed only exist in the sky.

After Song Yu swallowed Qingxin San, Pei Xiaoxiao stared at him without blinking.

Pei Xiaoxiao was so dazed by the kiss, she vaguely heard his deep voice, filled with joy:

Pei Xiaoxiao frowned, approached him a few steps, exchanged Qingxin powder from the system, and handed it to his lips like a treasure:
"Open your mouth."

Song Yu was overjoyed, touched her little face, and teased her with a smile:

Pei Xiaoxiao was furious: "Song Yu, you bastard!"

After doing all this, he even drank a few sips of water himself, then went out to bring some hot water back, and cleaned it up for her.

Suddenly, the hand was grasped by the man, and he stretched it hard.

Perhaps it was the power of the medicine that nourished his spirit and body.

Pei Xiaoxiao was both happy and shy in her heart, she groaned twice, then changed the subject:

"Sanggong, tomorrow... no, it's later, they're back, do you want to go out and surprise them?"

"Especially my younger sister. She is the only one in the family who knows about your deteriorating health. She has always been very sad in her heart. She will be very happy to see you stand up later."

Song Yu suppressed her smile: "I don't plan to make it public yet."

"Why?" Pei Xiaoxiao looked puzzled.