There's something wrong with these witches

In fact, there is no nickname called "Shuang'er". Even Mu Qingshuang's family and her closest friend Su Jingyi only call her Qingshuang. Shuang'er was a name she came up with just for Lu Xun. It was a special name that Lu Xun called her to highlight her importance.

Lu Xun was stunned, looking at the beautiful widow in front of him blankly, and smiled helplessly: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"Of course, of course, what's wrong with this?" Mu Qingshuang turned her head and said urgently: "What my name is, you can ignore it, just remember that my name is Shuang'er, the Shuang in Bailu as Shuang."

After the words fell,

Mu Qingshuang sighed deeply, with a trace of melancholy and loneliness between her brows. Looking at the flowers and plants in the yard, she murmured to herself: "If you don't want to, I won't force you. Anyway, I'm used to it. That's it. That's it."

Good guy. This turn is too fast. Lu Xun smiled and said softly: "Just do as you say. Shuang'er."

In an instant,

Mu Qingshuang was surprised and excited, and accompanied by excitement, waves of shyness came like a surging tide, constantly beating the embankment deep in her heart, and a faint blush had appeared on both sides of her cheeks, even extending to her neck and ears.

There's a chance! It seems like there's a chance between him and me. Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and responded softly. She pretended to pick up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea. She seemed to be a calm widow, but because she sipped the tea in the cup frequently, she exposed her inner embarrassment at the moment.

At the same time, the corner of her eyes secretly looked at him again, and her eyes couldn't help but look at his handsome and masculine face, slowly moving down along his neck to his strong and solid chest. I've been here before, don't mention how comfortable it is.

"By the way. Shuang'er."

"Do you know Zhao Yueyan?" Lu Xun asked casually while eating pastries.

"Ah?"

Mu Qingshuang came back to her senses, looked at him in confusion, and asked curiously: "What did you just say?"

"Nothing."

Lu Xun suddenly didn't want to ask anymore, and replied with a smile: "This pastry is quite delicious, and it seems that it can't be bought outside. Is it a tribute from the palace?"

Mu Qingshuang nodded and said leisurely: "It is indeed a tribute from the royal nobles, but that's it. If you like it, I will ask someone to prepare some for you, but there are not many left. How about this. When you come next time, I will give you more?"

The meaning is very obscure, but also very clear, that is, to make an appointment for the next meeting. Lu Xun instantly understood the meaning of her words and said lightly: "Well, when I come next time, you can prepare more for me."

Hearing Lu Xun's words, Mu Qingshuang felt a burst of joy, and secretly complained in her heart. It's best if you can come to me alone, and don't bring the little fox with you.

"What flavor do you like?" Mu Qingshuang asked.

"I'm not picky, I like them all." Lu Xun replied with a smile.

Really?

You are not picky about food. Even a little fox can fall in love with you. Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and murmured, "Then I will choose according to my own taste. If it doesn't taste good, don't blame me."

"Oh."

Lu Xun grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake and put it directly into his mouth.

In the following time, the two chatted with each other, chatting about some anecdotes around them, and unknowingly, Mu Qingshuang had moved from sitting opposite him to his side, listening to his many experiences when he was wandering in the world.

In the huge garden, in a pavilion, although they were not next to each other, they were also very close. Mu Qingshuang looked at the handsome little man beside her and listened to his stories about exorcising demons. Her eyes gradually became blurred from the clearness at the beginning.

"Exorcising demons. How did you fall in love with a little fox in the end?" Mu Qingshuang asked curiously.

Lu Xun shrugged his shoulders and laughed bitterly: "I have always been a spectator, but I am a character in the play. Some things are so helpless. We often want to look at certain things with an attitude of being outside, but it is actually difficult to do so. We are originally in this game and cannot really be outside."

Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and said as lightly as a mosquito: "That's right. Just like me."

The voice stopped here.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the little man beside her, but didn't say much.

In fact,

Mu Qingshuang really wanted to ask him when the next time would be, but the words lingered for a long time on her lips, and she swallowed them back into her stomach helplessly.

Wait, wait, wait

I remember Jingyi gave me a pair of mirrors before, saying that both parties holding the mirrors could communicate with each other through the mirrors in their hands no matter where they were. To talk, just write words on the mirror, and the other party's mirror will show those words.

Where did you put it?

At the same time,

Lu Xun was drinking tea, and then he saw the mature and beautiful widow, suddenly stood up and hurried away, and his face was full of question marks. What happened to her?

Mu Qingshuang returned to her room, rummaged through the boxes to find the pair of mirrors, and finally found the mirrors given by Su Jingyi in a wooden box. She wiped the dust off it and was very happy.

"With this thing."

"I can keep in touch with him." Mu Qingshuang held one of the spiritual mirrors, her eyebrows full of smiles, and hurried out of her boudoir to find Lu Xun in the back garden.

Returning to the pavilion in the back garden, Mu Qingshuang couldn't wait to hand the psychic mirror in her arms to him, and said leisurely: "This mirror is for you. Whatever words you write on the mirror, I can pass it through another mirror." A mirror to see what you write, and at the same time you can see what I write.”

When Lu Xun saw this psychic mirror, he almost went crazy. How did I become a mirror collector? This is already the third psychic mirror. If there are too many mirrors, it will be easy to get confused. If the love words written to Su Jingyi were written on the mirror given by Mu Qingshuang, wouldn't it be a joke?

Although Lu Xun didn't want it, he finally accepted the mirror, but he couldn't refuse her with his bright and expectant eyes.

Seeing Lu Xun put away the mirror, Mu Qingshuang was secretly happy, but she suppressed this joy. She hurriedly picked up the teacup and put it to her mouth. As she drank, her words suddenly came to her ears. .

"You drank from my cup." Lu Xun said.

"ah?!"

Mu Qingshuang almost squirted out, and hurriedly returned the teacup to him, muttering with a blushing face: "I'm sorry, I...I..."

"It's out of the way."

Lu Xun just smiled, picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea, picked up the teacup she had sipped from, and started drinking.

Mu Qingshuang looked at him blankly, watching him pick up the tea cup and drink the tea inside, and couldn't help but blush even more. Was this considered an intimate contact with him? It should. It should be considered. After all, it has my lip prints on it.

actually

You can also taste my lips, they are definitely sweeter and more delicious than your little fox.

The night is very late

Mu Qingshuang was lying alone on the bed, tossing and turning with no intention of sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes, Lu Xun's figure would appear in her mind, especially the feeling of lying in his arms. The lingering feeling still swept through her body, and she felt a little itchy in her heart. Some desire.

"Why"

Mu Qingshuang sighed. She lifted the quilt dullly, put on a loose and elegant nightgown, and slowly got out of bed. She walked slowly to the door, opened the wooden door, walked to the back garden, and sat down. She was in the pavilion, looking at the starry sky and bright moon above her head. A gentle breeze blew against her face, blowing her hair and blowing open the sides of her clothes.

Unexpectedly, I actually met a man I like, and even followed in Jingyi’s footsteps, but she should be much better than me. At least Jingyi got it, but I haven’t got it yet, uh. I probably haven’t got it yet. , one day I I will get him.

"Can't sleep?"

His voice suddenly came from behind, pulling Mu Qingshuang's thoughts back to her mind.

Mu Qingshuang was very surprised. She turned around and saw that he, who had been thinking about her so much, was standing not far behind her.

"Um"

Mu Qingshuang nodded and asked softly, "Aren't you going to accompany your little fox?"

"She fell asleep."

"But I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk." Lu Xun sat across from her, took out a small jar of wine, poured himself a glass, and asked softly: "Do you want to drink?"

"Come on, have some." Mu Qingshuang said.

After two glasses of wine, Mu Qingshuang, who was too drunk, felt a slight fever all over her body. Her mature and charming face was glowing red, even charming under the moonlight, and her eyes were even more foggy.

"Why didn't you pour it for me?" Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and looked at him confusedly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her words.

"You're almost drunk."

Lu Xun drank the wine and said helplessly: "It's better not to drink."

"no!"

"I just want to drink!"

Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and urged angrily: "Hurry up and fill it up for me."

Without any choice,

Lu Xun could only do as he was told, and filled another glass of wine for the mature and pretty widow in front of him who couldn't bear to drink.

"GuluGulu——"

After Mu Qingshuang raised her glass, she raised her head and drank.

Because he drank too quickly, drops of wine flowed from the corners of his mouth, along his neck to both sides of his clothes, and finally disappeared into his open-minded chest.

After three cups,

Mu Qingshuang was already dying. She looked drowsily at Lu Xun, looking at the man she admired in front of her. The little man who made her heart tremble, she whispered softly: "Lu Xun, I... I want to tell you something. Something. Something buried in my heart.”

"Stop saying you're drunk." Lu Xun replied.

"I"

"I'm not drunk!"

Mu Qingshuang bit her lip and said vaguely: "You... you must know about this matter."

"Lu Xun."

"I am so lonely and lonely"

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