Yang Liu gently opened He Ping's door, the light in the room was dim, only to see He Ping wearing a green suspender nightdress leaning against the pillow and falling asleep, one hand holding the TV remote control outside the quilt, the TV was a snowflake was ringing, and the program had already ended. There is a slight redness on the eyes and face, and there are tear stains on the face, obvious traces of crying.

Yang Liu felt distressed when he saw this, and felt guilty in his heart. He took off his clothes, went to bed and helped He Ping's body to lie down, put her arms into the quilt, and then got into the quilt, gently hugged He Ping and wanted to take her into his arms. Suddenly, He Ping sighed, she turned her body, pillowed her head on Yang Liu's arm, and half of her body was naturally on his body. This is her habitual action, He Ping is used to sleeping on the willow pillow, she sleeps peacefully with him by her side, Yang Liu looked at the dark smallpox, and felt deeply guilty.

Yang Liu couldn't sleep anymore, "Don't let down the woman who loves you" He Ping's words echoed in her ears, and she was willing to sacrifice her happiness for him. Two people come to share his love alone, this is selfless and pure love, and she, like Sook-jin, builds her love on his happiness, leaving the sweetness to her lover and the bitter taste to herself. Yang Liu was touched by their great and pure love, and he was willing to divide his life in half, to love them well, and to cherish them well.

Yang Liu was in a daze and didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he felt that He Ping was moving next to him, and when he opened his eyes, he only saw He Ping looking at him carefully with both eyes.

"Silly pig, you're awake, you're tired, why don't you sleep for a while?" He Ping saw Yang Liu wake up and greeted with concern.

"Baby, I'm fine, you didn't sleep well, sleep more." He Ping's eyes were red, her eyes were bloodshot, and Yang Liu turned over and hugged her waist.

He Ping hugged Yang Liu tightly and hugged Yang Liu tightly, as if he was afraid that Yang Liu would leave him again. "I slept well, and I got used to waking up at this time every day."

He Ping was like a docile kitten in Yang Liu's arms, Yang Liu seemed to turn deep guilt and love into strength, and hugged He Ping hard, eager to stuff her into her body.

The warm breath of the chest, the charming fragrance, the slender waist, the straight buttocks, the abdomen close to the lower body, and the small beautiful legs interspersed between the crotch, Yang Liu felt that the baby was waking up and growing up quickly. He hugged her buttocks and lifted her up, and kissed He Ping's red lips with his mouth, He Ping felt the hard object between her legs, her body was weak, and she kissed Yang Liu emotionally.

Yang Liu seemed to owe her something, He Ping wanted to get it back at this moment, she was lying on top of Yang Liu, her legs sandwiched the hard object in the middle, and she kissed so much that she couldn't breathe.

Yang Liu waited for He Ping until both of them were tired and fell asleep again.

When they woke up again, Sook-jin's phone call followed.

"Hey, have you had enough affection, get up and eat!" Shuzhen's voice on the phone was enough for He Ping to listen to it really, so that He Ping's face was blushing when she heard it, and she looked like a bride.

"Not yet, do you want to come up and love together." Yang Liu was in a good mood, looking at He Ping with a sweet face, he joked with Shuzhen.

"Stinky husband, you've learned badly, be careful that I squeeze you dry with He Ping." Shuzhen also learned the ability to control men for the first time, and the bad ones wanted to hold the willows.

"Okay, I can't surrender. You waited for us in the restaurant downstairs and came down quickly. Yang Liu begged for mercy.

By the time the two willows came down, Shuzhen had already ordered the dishes, and the three of them had eaten them hastily. According to Shuzhen's suggestion, Yangliu's car was parked at the hotel, and the three of them took Shuzhen's car to go.

Yang Liu moved the luggage in the car, set the destination in the GPS, throttle banged, and headed towards the small county town.

It's almost 300 kilometers away, and it's three and a half minutes. When they arrived here, it was nearly five o'clock, and they did not enter the county seat, but stayed in a small town near the scenic spot.

The town is not prosperous, surrounded by small rivers and green trees, and has a unique landscape flavor. The people here are simple and hospitable, and there is a kind of sunrise and sunrise and rest leisurely. The most important thing is that this is a remote mountainous area, with high vegetation coverage and high oxygen content in the air, so that Shuzhen, who is accustomed to smelling turbid air and listening to all kinds of noise, feel refreshed and relaxed.

Here you can eat real mountain delicacies, including wild Ganoderma lucidum, fungus, mushrooms; There are all kinds of poisonous snakes, all kinds of birds, and more bamboo rats, mango rats, beavers, wild boars, yellow dogs and so on. Yang Liu and the others were fortunate to eat a poisonous snake called Rice Hammer Tou, half a bamboo rat, a bird named Long-tailed Star, and a nest of Ganoderma lucidum black chicken soup tonight. Usually in the city, there are precious ingredients that money can't buy, which makes the two women addicted to eating, and it's worth the trip.

After dinner, walking along the river, the two beauties one on the left and one on the right, aroused many envious eyes. Shuzhen and He Ping were extremely happy, pointing and pointing at their curiosity all the way. Yang Liu lives in a small county town, and he is most familiar with this place, he pointed to the majestic mountain in the distance, and introduced the story of Mo Xuanqing, the first champion of Liangguang, who was at the foot of the mountain and read the title of the gold list; The archaeological discovery of 200,000 years of Huangyan cave people in this land is introduced; It is also introduced that this is the birthplace of the Cantonese language. The story is full of legends, and from time to time it attracts the amazement and fascination of the two girls.

The small bridge and flowing water, the ancient road west wind and thin horses, the picture scroll of hundreds of years ago, as if to find a carved shadow here. If this is a landscape painting, the two women are the ladies in the painting, and if there are literati and scholars, I don't know what kind of popular poems and songs to leave behind.