Chapter 30: Molestation, Anti-Molestation

"You go, I'll be alone."

King Jing raised his hand to support his forehead and waved his hand at him.

Chu Rong snorted and got up to leave.

When he returned to the courtyard, he saw a figure lying on the window, holding a book in his hand and reading with relish, he looked at Song Li lying by the window without an image, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

"The wound hasn't scarred yet, and you carefully ripped it open." The corners of his mouth were dyed with a slight smile, and he shook his head to remind.

Song Li put down the book, looked up at Chu Rong who was standing in the courtyard, looked down at his posture and pouted, took back the exposed body, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing Chu Rong coming in, he said curiously, "Why are you here?" ”

"Come and see how you're doing." Chu Rong raised his legs and walked to her side and sat down, took a book from the table and turned a page to read it.

Song Li sighed, swallowed the osmanthus cake in his mouth twice, and rubbed his chest, which was a little painful because of swallowing, and collapsed, "It's okay, I can't die!" ”

"Shizi!" Seeing Chu Rong coming in, Yingyue shouted in panic and was about to get up from the collapse.

Looking at Yingyue's movements, Chu Rong hummed and said slowly: "It's okay, just sit down." ”

Seeing Chu Rong speak, Yingyue sat back in place tremblingly, bowing her head and not daring to pant again.

Chu Rong's eyes touched Song Li's sleeve and slid down, revealing a half-cut lotus-like arm, and seeing that the bandage on it was different from his one, he couldn't help asking, "Changed?" ”

"What?" Song Li raised his eyes to look at Chu Rong, and when he saw him staring at the wound on her arm, he suddenly realized: "In the morning, the wound cracked open and there was some blood, Gu Shaoqing came over and saw it, so he helped me remove it and apply the medicine again." ”

"You should be careful." Chu Rong nodded, took a cushion from Song Li's feet and put it behind his back, and stopped talking.

Twilight crept up to the horizon, and a touch of sunset dyed the sky red.

Song Li rubbed her somewhat sour eyes, put down the book, poured a glass of water and drank it, turned her head to look at Yingyue, and saw that the embroidery in her hand had been formed.

A stitch fell, and Yingyue knotted and cut the silk thread and handed it to Song Li as if offering a treasure, "Miss, look at the handkerchief I embroidered for you!" ”

Song Li took it, her fingertips gently rubbed the surface of the handkerchief, only to feel as thin as paper, very delicate, a few red plums on the white handkerchief were very conspicuous, she put the handkerchief into her arms, and said domineeringly: "Yes, since it was embroidered for me, then it is mine now!" ”

Seeing that Song Li liked it, Yingyue smiled on her face, nodded and put away the embroidery thread, remembering that Song Li hadn't taken medicine yet, she hurriedly collapsed and trotted out.

After a while, he walked back with two bowls of medicine.

Song Li smelled the bitter smell wafting in the air from afar, pinched his nose and looked disgusted, "How are there two bowls." ”

"One bowl is the prescription of the Taoist, and the other bowl is the medicine for wounds, just drink it." Chu Rong raised his eyes and looked at the two bowls of medicine in the Yingyue tray and explained aloud.

Song Li wailed, picked up a bowl of medicine and drank it in one gulp as if he were at home, gritted his teeth, and was about to pour water, only to see Chu Rong quickly take the teapot away, "Drinking medicine will dilute the medicinal properties in the tea, bear with it." ”

Chu Rong pursed his lips, stared at the teapot in Chu Rong's hand, shook his head desperately, and seeing that Chu Rong didn't mean to give it to her, he suddenly got up and threw himself at Chu Rong.

Chu Rong threw the teapot to the jade table under the old tree in the courtyard, only to see the teapot falling steadily on the jade table, and the tea did not leak.

Song Liku's little face was wrinkled, his eyes stared at Chu Rong like a breath of fire, and the flames in his eyes seemed to devour him.

"Shang Zhi, what did I ask you to buy?"

Ignoring Song Li's cannibalistic gaze, Chu Rong shouted to the outside world.

Shang Zhi quickly walked in, took out a package of things wrapped in oiled paper from behind him, and handed it to Chu Rong with both hands, "Shizi, I have already bought it." ”

"Well, you go down first." Chu Rong took it, his slender fingers opened the oil paper, revealing the words inside, he picked up one and sent it to Song Li and said, "Let's take this after drinking the medicine in the future." ”

Song Li glared at Chu Rong, took the words down with his hand, and scolded inarticulately: "You have a conscience!" ”

Chu Rong smiled and put Huamei on the table, admiring Song Li's face.

I can't imagine that a person who has been stabbed by an assassin and has never snorted without bleeding from the wound will be afraid of the bitterness of medicine.

The sweetness and sourness of the words eroded the bitter taste in her mouth, Song Li's frowning brows slowly relaxed, she let out a leisurely sigh, and looked at Chu Rong resentfully, "Why didn't you take out this kind of thing earlier." ”

"I just remembered." Chu Rong glanced at her lightly, raised his eyes to look out the window, and looked at Yingyue, "Let Qingliu pass the meal, I'll eat here tonight." ”

"Yes, Shizi." Yingyue nodded, and was about to leave, when she thought of another bowl of medicine, and looked at Song Li hesitantly.

Song Li pretended not to see it, twisted his head to the side, a bowl of medicine was enough for her to suffer, and she couldn't stand another bowl.

"Let's go to pass the meal first, you can wait for this medicine to drink later." Chu Rong raised his hand and put another bowl of medicine on the collapsed table, nodding to Yingyue.

Yingyue took the empty bowl and went down to pass the meal.

Song Li thought of something, and suddenly looked back at Chu Rong, his eyes narrowed slightly, "When is it your turn for my maid?" ”

Chu Rong picked up another word and arrived at Song Li's mouth, with a smile in his eyebrows, "Isn't yours mine?" What's more, isn't Aoyagi also for you to call during this time? ”

Song Li held Chu Rong's fingertips in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue inadvertently skimmed Chu Rong's fingers, only to see Chu Rong's eyes flickering slightly, and his eyes fell on her full lips and darkened.

"What is called mine is yours, why haven't the two of us been intimate to that point!" Song Li was completely ignorant of Chu Rong's changes, shouted and muttered, lay down and raised Erlang's legs without caring about his image, and his legs were still shaking.

"There is no image of a woman at all, I really feel sad for your future husband's family." Chu Rong withdrew his hand, his thumb and fingertips gently rubbed the fingers that Song Li's fingers had licked, his eyes darkened again and again, "Martial arts can't beat you, your personality is not as rough as you, whoever marries you is simply eight lifetimes of mold." ”

Song Li glanced at him sideways, snorted and turned over, shouting in disgust: "What do you mean to be moldy for eight lifetimes?" A dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth! ”

"A person like me who is extremely smart, whoever marries is simply an ancestor who burns high incense."

Chu smiled tolerantly, his eyes fell on her dangling legs, oh, the tail note was elongated, and he asked her curiously: "Why did your ancestors burn high incense?" ”

"You see, I can tell fortunes, I can pick a cemetery, marrying me is equivalent to saving a sum of money to pick a cemetery in the future, not to mention that I am so smart, it is simply blood!"

She said arrogantly, causing Chu Rong to bow her head and snicker.

"You haven't gotten married yet, so you want to pick a cemetery with your husband's family, if you get married, wouldn't it be a family's cemetery that you have to choose." Chu Rong coughed lightly and said in a positive voice, his bright eyes full of smiles.

Song Li suddenly felt that something was wrong, and coughed heavily, "What nonsense!" As she spoke, she pulled the pillow under her and threw it at Chu Rong.

Chu Rong leaned over slightly, raised his hand to catch the oncoming pillow and put it aside, and the smile in his eyes flowed out.

Song Li got up from the soft couch, lay on the table, and looked out the window with his chin propped up with his hands.

Chu Rong was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to grab Song Li's cheek and pulled it gently, "Why is this all of a sudden?" ”

Song Li looked at Chu Rong with wide eyes.

Yingyue, who came in at the door, was stunned for a long time, Chu Rong, who had always been cold and unapproachable, actually pinched Song Li's face, and Song Li didn't jump up and hit someone, which is really rare......

A hint of narrowness flashed in Song Li's eyes, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Chu Rong let go of his hand, wiped a handful on her face without a trace, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to live in the mountains all year round, your skin is still so good, and it feels so good when you pinch it, it's similar to a dumpling." ”

Song Li grinded his teeth, and suddenly pounced on Chu Rong, stretched out his hand and rubbed Chu Rong's well-defined face, like a villain who destroyed flowers, and there were words in his mouth, "Let you pinch my face!" ”

Yingyue was taken aback by Song Li's actions, seeing that Chu Rong did not resist, she let Song Li ravage on his face, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Song Li who was riding on Chu Rong, and turned her head away in embarrassment.

After the ravage, Song Li looked at Chu Rong's fair and delicate skin and turned a little red, so he got down from him with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and looked proud, "Your skin is also good!" It's a pity that it's like a big lady, and it turns red when you rub it casually! ”

Chu Rong took Song Li's appearance into his eyes, sat up calmly, and saw that he had skimmed the folds on his clothes, and was about to pour a glass of water only to find that the teapot had been thrown out by him, so he lowered his head to hide the smile in his eyes.

Isn't it just that he was touched a few times, and he doesn't suffer anyway.

Aoyagi walked in with a tray with a few dishes in it, followed by two servants.

"Shizi, it's time to eat." Aoyagi laid out the dishes and said to Chu Rong.

Song Li saw that he could eat, and quickly left the matter of being taken advantage of just now to the back of his mind, and raised his hand to beckon Yingyue.

Yingyue quickly walked up to her and was about to put on her shoes.

Chu Rong suddenly got up from the couch, stopped in front of Yingyue, bent down and picked up an embroidered shoe and put it on Song Li's feet.

Song Li looked at Chu Rong's serious appearance, a flash of discourse flashed on his face, and he glared at Yingyue.

Yingyue looked up at Fang Liang, ignoring Song Li's gaze.

It was rare for Chu Rong to take the initiative once, and she, a little girl, still hid away so as not to disturb the development of the relationship between the two, thinking that she quietly took two steps back, and opened a short distance from Song Li and Chu Rong.

Her small actions naturally couldn't escape Song Li's eyes, and Song Li handed her the eye knife again.

Chu Rong calmly put the other shoe on Song Li's foot and whispered, "Okay." As he spoke, he raised his hand to hold her arm and slowly pulled her up.

The temperature on Chu Rong's hand passed through the fabric of her clothes, like a soldering iron on her arm, she buried her head and got down from the couch, and Bu Lian gently followed Chu Rong to the dining table.