Western girls are so hot and lively, if the two sides look at each other, it is likely that they are already frolicking in the hot springs of the hotel, or in the kingsize big bed.

Despite this, he was not disappointed by Cheng Meng's reaction, on the contrary, even a kiss was treated so carefully, which made him feel more novel and interesting.

Huaguo girls, like the world-famous porcelain in this country, are delicate and beautiful, but they are precious and fragile, and they must be treated with care. Pete made a conclusion in his mind.

Thinking like this, Pete gently held Chengmeng's slender little hand, looked at her reverently and passionately with blue eyes, and asked softly: "Mengmeng, can I kiss you?"

Cheng Meng gently lowered her black eyelashes like butterfly wings, her expression was both shy, as if she was acquiescing to Pete's behavior.

Pete closed his eyes, brought the little white hand to his lips, and lowered his head to imprint a kiss on the back of Cheng Meng's hand.

Cheng Feng sat on the top of the wall more than one person high and looked at the mysterious small building, the black tulip-like butterfly resting on the branch not far away, Cheng Feng noticed that it was a plant he had never seen before.

The jagged leaves are a deep green with a faint fluorescent blue at the edges, and at the ends of each arm-long branch, there are purple-red plump berries, the size of cherries, that glow seductively in the sun.

What is it...... Is it a fruit that is unique to the island?

As a foodie, Cheng Feng naturally can't resist such a temptation, but such an act of casually breaking into other people's gardens and stealing other people's fruits to eat is really not a gentleman's doing.

Of course, he could have kept the money as compensation, but if the fruit was not so common to obtain, and he did not know its value, wouldn't it be a ruin to the hard work of the master here?

No matter how Cheng Feng is not successful, he is also a child from a family, although he is an authentic gentleman, but at least his conduct is correct.

The old ballad came intermittently from the small building, and Cheng Feng thought to himself, who is singing?

He looked at the small building again, and this time, he saw a figure flash through the window upstairs.

Who is it? Could it be the mysterious singer?

Cheng Feng's curiosity was aroused again, and he thought, maybe that figure is the owner here?

If he can say hello to the owner who doesn't know whether it is a man or a woman, maybe he can use the money or things on his body to exchange some fruit with the other party and bring it back for everyone to eat.

Thinking of this, he finally had a good reason, and with a leap of his hand, he landed lightly and skillfully on the soft earth.

With a goal, his steps have become brisk and powerful, but this garden is probably neglected, far less neat than the garden of the family, the ground is full of flowers and plants growing randomly, and some are unprecedented novel and beautiful, Cheng Feng has never raised flowers, but he has also been influenced by his family since he was a child, and he is a person who cherishes flowers, and he can't bear to step on those beautiful flowers that bloom just right, so he has to stand on tiptoe and walk from time to time.

Still, it is necessary to avoid being swept to the cheeks by the branches that grow everywhere, and Cheng Feng is like an unusually sensitive monkey, jumping up and down through the lush garden, and the nose is always filled with a rich fragrance.

Walking to the depths of the garden, Cheng Feng knew why the big black butterfly flew here, it turned out that the kind of tree full of purple berries that grew here was full of huge and beautiful butterflies like black tulips, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would think that the butterflies were black flowers on the tree.

The scene in front of him was so magnificent that Cheng Feng couldn't help but take out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and take pictures of those flowers and butterflies.

“Notrepaysn'possèdepastoujours

Danslemondelacoted'amour

Maisonreconna？tpourtant

Quenousn'sommespasméchants

Nouspassonsaveclégèreté

Parmitouteslesdifficultés

D'autresseferaientdescheveux

Alorsqu'nousrestonsjoyeux

……”

Like the background music of an old movie, the ethereal singing sounded clearly again, this time closer, and Cheng Feng could barely hear the lyrics.

It's still a French song...... Could it be that a French girl lives here?

Cheng Feng put away his phone and walked in the direction where the song came from.

“Nous,lesFran？ais

Onnesefaitpasd'bile

Onnecompliquepas

Saviepourcecioucela

Onn'croitjamais

Queceseradifficile

Onfaitcequinouspla？t

V'làcommeonest

Nous……”

After passing through a path obscured by lush foliage, Cheng Feng finally arrived at the destination of his trip—in front of the mysterious and ancient building.

Surprisingly, the door on the first floor turned out to be closed, and Cheng Feng tried to knock, but there was no response.

"Is anyone there?" Cheng Feng clasped his hands around his mouth, raised his head and shouted to the window. Thinking that the song he heard earlier was a French song, Cheng Feng was glad for the first time that he had studied French for a few years under the persecution of his mother Su Yang when he was a child.

The singing stopped abruptly, Cheng Feng secretly said that there was a play, and shouted to the window again: "Hello, I am a passing passer, can I say a few words to you?"

"Squeak-" The heavy wooden window on the second floor, which didn't seem to be flexible, was pulled open, and a brown-haired girl poked her head out of it.

Rao has seen countless beauties Cheng Feng, and he couldn't help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, or younger, she looked a little malnourished, her body in a long black dress with sunken collarbones, a slender neck supporting her thin cheeks, and long brown hair hanging down in front of her.

However, all this did not detract from her amazing beauty, with a pair of gray eyes on her pale little face, and a bright galaxy hidden in her deep and misty pupils under the thick eyelashes.

"You're so beautiful......" Cheng Feng couldn't help blurting out. Suddenly realizing that he was speaking Chinese, he immediately repeated it in French.

The girl looked at Cheng Feng and smiled slightly, but the smile was full of sadness.

"What's your name?" Cheng Feng tried to talk to the girl.

"Zovi. The girl squirmed her delicate lips slightly, but her voice was hoarse, as if she had just cried.

"Zovi...... That's a nice name. Cheng Feng asked politely, "Zuowei, is this your home?"

Zovi looked at him and nodded, then quickly shook her head.

Cheng Feng looked at Zuo Wei puzzled: "Are you also here to play?"

Zuo Wei stopped talking, Cheng Feng tried to show the most sincere and harmless smile, and discussed with this beautiful but silent strange girl: "Zuo Wei, I want to pick some fruits from the garden, I guess they are edible, right? I don't know if you would like to sell some to me......"

Zuo Wei shook her head slightly, and then disappeared in front of the window, Cheng Feng stood in place in a daze, thinking that it seemed that he had lost his relationship with those fruits. But it's not for nothing to be able to meet such a beautiful exotic girl.

I was about to return the way I came, when the door on the first floor creaked open with a "creak".

Cheng Feng hurriedly walked over, only to see Zuo Wei in a long black dress standing at the door and watching.

Seeing Zuo Wei's whole body, Cheng Feng found that although Zuo Wei was thin, she was very tall, but she also looked even more skinny because of this. If ordinary people look like this, they will definitely not look good, but Zuo Wei is not. She has a bizarre thrilling beauty, like a fragile but delicate work of art.

After looking at Zuo Wei stupidly for a while, Cheng Feng came back to his senses and hurriedly smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry...... I was distracted. Zovi ...... You're so beautiful. ”

Zuo Wei didn't answer, as if she was accustomed to such compliments, and only said lightly: "Let's go, I'll take you to pick fruits." Move fast, otherwise ......"

"Hmm, otherwise what?" Cheng Feng asked curiously.

Zovi shook her head, a trace of fear crossed her eyes, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the lake, and the strange emotion was fleeting.

"Nothing, let's go. Zo Wei said, and walked forward by herself.

Cheng Feng hurriedly followed, Zuo Wei walked lightly, and when she walked up, Cheng Feng found that her skirt was quite wide, like a huge black tulip, but her staggering posture was very similar to the black butterfly that Cheng Feng had seen before and led him to this mysterious garden.

Cheng Feng almost doubted that she flapped her wings as she walked...... Soon the two of them walked into the path that was shaded by branches and leaves, as a dexterous shuttle, although the skirt was large, it was not stained with dust, and it would not be affected by the branches next to it at all, which made Cheng Feng inexplicably have a strange association - could it be that this beautiful girl who lives in the ancient building in the garden is actually made of the spirit of a butterfly?

Cheng Feng thought about it and slowed down, at this time, Zuo Wei, who was two meters in front of him, suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at Cheng Feng, and a deep tiredness appeared on her pale and beautiful face, "Please go faster...... Time is running out. ”

"Time is running out?" Cheng Feng muttered in surprise.

After all, Zuo Wei doesn't look like she's busy with something, but her guess doesn't represent the truth, what if people really take time out of their busy schedules to take their uninvited guests to pick fruits? Cheng Feng was ashamed of himself, and hurriedly said guiltily: "I'm sorry for delaying your time." ”

Zuo Wei shook her head and said, "It's okay, I haven't seen a stranger in a long time...... Let's go. ”

Cheng Feng ran over and followed closely behind Zuo Wei, and then found that Zuo Wei had quickened his pace again, and he could only keep up with Zuo Wei by trotting.

What the hell is she anxious about?

Cheng Feng wanted to ask but didn't open his mouth, after all, he was just a passerby, and it was not suitable for him to inquire into other people's private affairs.

Getting closer and closer to the strange fruit-bearing plants from earlier, a flock of butterflies flew towards Zovi. Zovi stretched out her hand, and the butterflies obediently stopped on her fingers and arms.

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