In the courtyard of the farmhouse, there was still the sound of cicadas, bamboo slice beating, and turning the pages of books at first, but later there was only the sound of cicadas and weaving bamboo mats.

Fang Ming raised his head and saw a female intellectual, lying on the stone table, sleepy.

The hair on her forehead was slightly soaked with beads of sweat, black hair, snow-white cheeks, and thin lips.

Fang Ming only dared to look at her so carefully while she was asleep.

Thinking of the appearance of meeting her on the first day on the mountain, and her approach along the way, all of them were sincere.

Fang Ming sighed secretly, he knew that she would leave this small village.

Sooner or later, she will return to the bustling town and live her life.

Fang Ming took the pu fan and held it in his hand, fanning it gently, the cool breeze was slow, and the sleeping person gradually loosened his eyebrows, only his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

He shook his fan in one hand and glanced at an ancient book on the stone table by the light of a kerosene lamp.

The pages were yellowed, and I don't know where she got them.

Fang Ming looked through it with one hand, and after looking at it for a while, his cheeks gradually turned red, and his breathing became short.

He hurriedly closed the book, but his eyes fell on Ning Xi.

She turned sideways at some point, one cheek facing up, and her hair fell in front of her, squeezing out a touch of snow-white roundness.

She is always greedy for cold, revealing snow-white lotus arms and calves, and revealing a delicate and soft waist at the hem of her clothes.

Fang Ming hurriedly closed his eyes, but the words from the ancient book appeared in his mind.

"In the middle of the night, the mood is urgent, the fish lamps shine on all sides, and the candles are bright on both sides..."

"Untie your skirt, take off your red shirt, go to your green socks, stick to each other, hold your head high, and rise and fall sharply..."

Fang Ming put down the pu fan and smashed his head with a fist.

After a long pause, I went to the well to wash my face.

Fang Ming came back and continued to shake the fan, when Ning Xi suddenly moved and almost fell.

In a hurry, he suddenly caught her and hugged her in his arms.

Seeing the fair and slender arm of the woman in his arms, intersecting with his dark arm, the soft touch made Fang Ming feel as if he was burned, and he wanted to put the person down suddenly.

In the end, he still chose to hold her and closed his eyes as if he was evading.

The cicadas in the courtyard were chirping, and Ning Xi's head was buried in his arms.

Leaning against his strong arms, listen to the rapid and frantic heartbeat.

In fact, the moment she fell into his arms, she had already woken up.

Fang Ming's arms wrapped around her back, and she pressed against him in front of her, and she could even feel the softness on it.

Realizing this, his heart skipped a beat.

Fang Ming picked her up, walked quickly to her room, and gently put her into the mattress.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his hand was caught.

Fang Ming turned his head.

Ning Xi opened his sleepy eyes, and his gaze collided with Fang Ming.

A smile appeared on her lips and she shouted, "Brother Ming~"

In his panic.

Ning Xi pulled hard and pulled him to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Her chin rested on his lap, raised her face, and asked him, "Brother Ming, have you read the good books I finally picked up from the black market?" ”

Fang Ming noticed that her breath was spilling on the side of her legs, and the impulse that had been forcibly suppressed was easily hooked by her again.

Fang Ming grabbed her hands and pulled her off her legs.

Ning Xi looked at the man with a serious and forbearant face, and spoke to her seriously.

"In the future, don't read those books."

When Ning Xi heard this, he laughed with a "poof".

She rolled around on the bed, looking up at him and smiling wildly.

"It's just an ancient book, I'll draw it, and I'll show it to you next time, so that you can learn and learn."

When Fang Ming heard this, his breath stagnated, but he saw that she showed an extremely arbitrary appearance.

Where is this soft and well-behaved female intellectual, she is simply a little goblin.

He strode out and returned to the courtyard, leaning together with the kerosene lamp, and continued to weave the bamboo mat silently.

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