101 hugs

Chapter 39 Girl, would you like to follow me?
In the early morning, a ray of rising sun casts on the carved bed.

Layers of light green curtains are blown by the wind blowing from the window, swaying in various shapes, which is really beautiful.

Inside the curtain, under the quilt, a small 'hill' rose up. This 'hill' turned around. After a while, the quilt was lifted from the inside to the outside, and a petite body suddenly sat up.

"Ah, Jing'er, why didn't you wake me up?" It was Jingjing who was still lying in bed for three days. She screamed, and hurriedly threw off the quilt and got off the bed, shouting as she crawled.

"You injured your elbow yesterday, so today I want you to sleep a little longer and take a good rest." At the door, a beautiful and gentle Qingqing in Tsing Yi appeared at the door. She walked in, took the comb in Jingjing's hand, and gently combing Jingjing's hair, while explaining softly.

"Hoo, my elbow is just a bruise. I don't need to rest. It's so late now, I can't pick the wild chrysanthemum with dewdrops and give it to the Demon Lord." Jingjing saw that Qingqing treated her, Uh, no, it should be how much she cared for Jingjing in the past, but her elbows are bruised and she needs to recuperate. Is that an exaggeration?

"Why do you have to bring wild chrysanthemums with dewdrops to give to the demon king?" Qingqing asked suspiciously. Every night before going to bed, Jing'er specially told her to call her when the sun was not rising the next morning. Woke up, and said that the wild chrysanthemums picked at that time only had dewdrops on them, and Jing'er, who had always slept until she woke up naturally, was not in bed because she wanted to pursue the demon king. Whenever she called her, Jing'er would wake up immediately. It can be seen that Jing'er My son really likes Mozun very much, and is willing to get up early for Mozun.

"There's no reason, I just think the wild chrysanthemums with dewdrops are more beautiful, and it can also make Mozun feel my sincerity in pursuing him." Jingjing curled her lips and said, but Mozun's big heart is definitely Seriously, she got up early in the morning to pick wild chrysanthemums for him, but he threw them away every day, what a reckless waste.

"Then don't pick wild chrysanthemums for the demon today?" Qing'er looked at the rising sun outside, and now that the sun is out, the dew on the wild chrysanthemums on the mountain must have been dried.

"Go, I'll go now." Jingjing stood up, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard, a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums is indispensable every day.

"Let's go after breakfast, don't be hungry." Qingqing held Jingjing, insisting that she had breakfast before leaving.

Jingjing couldn't resist Qingqing, so she had to gobble up Qing'er's prepared breakfast, and then Qing'er let her pick wild chrysanthemums.

The place where the wild chrysanthemums were picked was the place where Jingjing was discarded. Last time when Qingqing took the demon king to fly to find Jingjing's true identity, Jingjing noticed a large field of wild chrysanthemums on one of the hills.

And the Green Pavilion is not far from this place, but it is only a short walk away, because the surroundings of the Green Pavilion are surrounded by enchantments, so those people from the human world cannot find the Green Pavilion not far from the top of the mountain when they go up to the top of the mountain.

Under the sunshine, Jingjing hummed a little song in a happy mood, and walked towards the mountain with light steps.

Arriving at the mountain top covered with wild chrysanthemums, Jingjing put her hands on her hips, and saw that after she had picked them for a month, the wild chrysanthemums that were originally lush had become sparse. How long can it last, Jingjing sighed.

"Mozun, Mozun, if you don't fall in love with me anymore, how can you be worthy of the wild chrysanthemums that are sacrificed for you all over the mountains and plains?" Jingjing bent down, picked the largest and most beautiful wild chrysanthemums, and sighed.

Just when Jingjing was concentrating on picking the wild chrysanthemums and thinking about it, there was a gentle and pleasant strange male voice behind him, which made people feel like a spring breeze and instantly became peaceful and serene.

"Girl, would you like to come with me?"

(End of this chapter)