Moonlight Kissed The Red Rose

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The lake was cold, and Zhou Weichuan's clothes were draughty, and he held his body to sink. He struggled to call for help.

Several uncles who were fishing in the lake threw things and rushed here. They were noisy for a while. Zhou Weichuan emerged from the water several times. All he saw was Ye Qinghe’s cold face, as if he wished him to die sooner than later.

Thanks to Zhou Weichuan's good water, he swam to the shore.

The uncles stretched out their hands to pull him up, and said, "Why did you fall into the lake in such a cold day? Isn't the shore quite wide?"

Zhou Weichuan sat on the steps and panted. After breathing, he choked and coughed suddenly.

The wind blew in bursts, and the others were trembling with cold. They pointed their fingers at Ye Qinghe, "You, you come here for me."

Ye Qinghe squatted on the shore, his face was slightly cold, and the corners of his lips curled up, and asked: "Are you okay? The lake is so cold, isn't it cold?"

This word fell in Zhou Weichuan’s ears, just like saying: "Why are you not dead? Too? What a pity."

After speaking, Ye Qinghe moved his lips again and said to the uncles next to him: "I was scared to death. I thought he couldn't climb? It's coming, thanks to your help. I don't know how to thank you. "

The helper waved their hands. They didn't help much, so they just helped to pull the person up. They really jumped down and didn't dare to do it.

Zhou Weichuan took off his coat, his clothes were soaked, and cursed: "Fuck, Ye Qinghe, if it wasn't for you to kick me, could I fall? Go..."

He sneezed, and the onlookers were puzzled. They looked at Ye Qinghe suspiciously, wondering why Ye Qinghe kicked Zhou Weichuan down.

At this moment, Qi Yuanhan came over. She heard the movement at the bottom of the mountain. She stood on the lake bank and looked down, and she saw Zhou Weichuan in a panic.

Zhou Weichuan was quite aggrieved and waved at Qi Yuanhan. By the way, he glanced at Ye Qinghe, as if saying, "My wife is here, you wait for me."

Qi Yuanhan passed by the lake bank, before he spoke, Zhou Weichuan shouted: "Wife, Ye Qinghe kicked me into the lake. It's so cold, her nature is no different from murder!"

Qi Yuanhan was surprised: "Really?"

"Look at the water on my body, can I still have it?" Zhou Weichuan twisted a handful of his jacket, and the water dripped down.

Qi Yuanhan snorted.

She couldn't help but laughed, she was surprised, and asked unexpectedly: "Is she really kicking you? Going? Kicking you?"

"Ask her yourself!" Zhou Weichuan glared at Ye Qinghe, frowning again, "Wife, what are you laughing at, I'm almost freezing to death."

What can Qi Yuanhan do without smiling? She can't scold Ye Qinghe, right? Why did she scold Ye Qinghe?

Ye Qinghe was still holding Qi Yuanhan's coat in her hand. She walked slowly to Qi Yuanhan, handed it to Qi Yuanhan, lowered her eyes, and said, "I really didn't?...Sister, why did I kick him for nothing? I was also at a loss when he fell?

Qi Yuanhan took the clothes in her hand, Zhou Weichuan looked at her expectantly, and wanted Qi Yuanhan to put the clothes on him. But Qi Yuanhan put it on by himself, looked at Zhou Weichuan, and said: "She said no? Kick you, did you not yourself? Stand firm and plant yourself?"

"No... why don't you believe me?" Zhou Weichuan was anxious, and before he was finished, Ye Qinghe said softly, "I didn't? Kick him, I must have a reason for kicking him? He even said the reason. If you don’t come out, you’re just framing me."