He seemed to have just run from the ground, his whole body was hot, his face was still covered with dirt, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, and the muscles on his neck were full of bruises.

The hot body temperature seemed to be transmitted to her from a distance, and Qiao Yuan couldn't help but take a step back.

The eldest lady saw that Qi Cun was coming, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go to do things first, Xiaojiao will stay here first, and I'll take it back after I'm done." “

She gave some advice and left with peace of mind.

Qiao Yuan felt a wave like a wolf through the cone hat. The tiger's gaze fell on him.

The white jade-like fingers curled up, and she couldn't help but want to lift the curtain, but Qi Cun grabbed her hand.

Qiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then Qi Cun didn't let go of her hand, and took the lunch box from her hand with the other hand, leading her away from the ridge.

There were more inexplicable glances from the crowd.

When Qiao Yuan was in Beijing, it was not that he held hands with Qi in public.

But at that time, the gaze was mostly subtle, and those people were hindered by the momentum of Zhenbei Hou, even if they saw it, they could only turn their heads.

Now in this earthy field, no one knows their identities, and they look at the two unscrupulously.

The eyes are straightforward, with the simplicity and hotness unique to the villagers, as if through these two hands that are intertwined with black and white, more obscure things can be seen.

Qiao Yuan inexplicably felt that the roots of his ears were hot.

Qiao Yuan was taken to a makeshift grass house.

It was full of haystacks, warmer than elsewhere, and there were faint voices outside, but they could barely be heard when they came in, giving people a sense of secrecy and ambiguity.

The big hand untied the cloth belt under the white and delicate neck, the cone hat was removed, and a white and tender red face was revealed.

The hazy light veil was removed, and Qiao Yuan could clearly see the beads of sweat on Qi Cun's face, as well as the heat that almost sprayed on his face.

The rugged and wild face is covered with dust, and the eyes are dark, and it looks even more wild and uninhibited.

Qi Cun felt that those people outside had bad intentions, but he didn't know that he was the worst hungry wolf.

Qiao Yuan didn't notice that his tense body was almost at a critical point, she thought that Qi Cun had worked all morning to get tired like this, and hurriedly urged him to sit down and eat.

Qi Cun looked at her deeply and spread a layer of clean straw on the ground so as not to hurt her delicate skin.

The beauty opened the lunch box and was stunned.

She had no experience, so she came all the way with a lunch box, and the top bowl was upside down, and all the soup was spilled, and she couldn't eat it anymore.

Qiao Yuan hurriedly opened the rice inside, but fortunately, the rice was still clean.

It's just that in this way, Qi Cun can only eat white rice.

Qiao Yuan glanced at Qi Cun's expression weakly, "I, I didn't know it would be like this." “

Qi Cun didn't care, picked up the rice bowl, sandwiched a large chopstick of rice, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

For him, the fact that Qiao Yuan mentioned it alone was enough to be worth any delicacy in the world.

The cheeks agitated, and beads of sweat flowed down the cheeks and hung on the chin.

Qiao Yuan couldn't look at it, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat and dust off his face.

Qi Cun lowered his head according to her height and leaned his whole face over.

The man who has always been tall and fierce is inexplicably well-behaved at this time, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, like a male beast who has been haired by a female beast.

Qiao Yuan finished wiping it, stretched out his finger and poked his face.

The skin on the man's face was not as delicate as her fingers, but it was elastic, and the white fingertips pressed against his face, revealing the pink of flower petals.

Qiao Yuan was addicted to playing, and pressed a small nest on his bronzed face.

The man's eyes were helpless, and he indulged in letting her play.

The light leaked out of the gaps in the haystacks, and the dust flew in that flash of light.

Qiao Yuan helped him wipe the sweat from his neck by the way, wiped it, and suddenly stopped.

There was a streak of blood on the neck, a little bit of blood oozing out, and the edges were white.

Qi Cun couldn't see the marks on her neck, and noticed that she stopped, "What's wrong?" “

Joe whispered, "You're bleeding here." “

Qi Cun thought that he should have been scratched by his fingers in the panic in the tent just now, he had rough skin and thick flesh, and he didn't even notice it.

He didn't take it to heart, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a while." “

Seeing that he didn't care, Qiao Yuan suddenly became a little annoyed, and pressed down with some force: "Does it hurt?" “

Qi Cun didn't feel any pain, only felt the numbness of the delicate fingertips against the skin.

The beautiful face was close at hand, the delicate snow skin was pink, the eyelashes trembled, and those eyes looked at him like a pool of flowing spring water, which was incredibly beautiful.

Qi Cun's throat moved.

"It hurts."

Qiao Yuan snorted, "It hurts to have a long memory, you are farming here, why do you still get injured." “

The coquettish little voice is like complaining, and it has a softness that I don't even know.

Qi Cun couldn't help but lean his head over: "Feel sorry for me? “

Qiao Yuan pushed away the big face angrily: "No." “

Qi Cun cheekily took his daughter-in-law's denial as an acknowledgement, leaned over again, put his lips to her ear, and hummed: "Then you can get it for me." “

His voice was already low, and he deliberately pressed it down, making it even more sultry, drilling straight into that little ear.

What?

Qiao Yuan subconsciously followed his words and reacted, the tips of his ears were as red as blood pigeon gems, and the bright color was compelling.

Bastard, stinky rascal, pervert, what is going on in his head all day long.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were watery, and he pushed him away in shame: "Go away, I'm going back." “

Qi Cun hurriedly hugged her, buried his head in her neck socket, and didn't let her go: "Auntie hasn't come back yet, how can you go back alone." “

The arm of the soldering iron was across her waist, and it was easy to confine it in her arms.

Qiao Yuan wanted to break his hand, but he was so angry that he couldn't move.

Even because of her movements, the man's breathing behind him became heavier and heavier.

Qiao Yuan turned around angrily, his hands propped on his chest, the muscles under his palms were tight, containing endless explosive power, and the temperature on her face became higher and higher.

In the struggle, I don't know where I touched, Qi Cun snorted.

Qiao Yuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move immediately, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the wound on Qi Cun's neck was oozing blood again.

A drop of blood slid down his neck and dripped on Qiao Yuan's pink hand, smearing like impatiens juice.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were red from being burned: "I told you not to mess around." “

Qi Cun didn't seem to feel pain, lowered his head and rubbed her cheek.

His face was harder than Qiao Yuan's, and his white and tender face was rubbed red.

Qi Cun loves this feeling of grinding his ears and temples, and only at this time, the heat brought out by the skin can he have the real feeling that Qiao Yuan belongs to him.

The gazes that fell on Qiao Yuan outside always made him angry that his treasures were coveted.

But he can't prohibit Qiao Yuan from socializing, he can't prohibit others from looking at her, such an amazing beauty shouldn't be buried in the dust, it should be amazed by everyone, and it deserves the praise of the world.

Qiao Yuan can't stand his rough treatment, the beautiful delicate flowers should be watered with love.

Feelings made Qi Cun feel coveted anger, and reason told him to let go generously, and the two emotions tormented him all the time.

General Qi's wound would have healed on its own if it had been slower

(End of chapter)