Startle [BL]

CHAPTER 13

    Early in the morning the next morning, the dawn was dawning. Skylark opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing that caught his eye was the dilapidated roof, followed by the crumbling cobwebs on the beams. He blinked slowly, propped himself up, glanced around the room, and found that he had returned to the Wang's side courtyard.

Lark was a little dazed for a while, only to see that his originally empty wooden bed had a set of quilts and pillows, and a piece of paper was pressed under the pillow, with the words "Wait for me" written on it.

Skylark was even more at a loss.

What are you waiting for?

He thought he was still dreaming, and it wasn't until there was a burning pain under him that the skylark came back to his senses, and his face was slightly hot.

Last night's Qin Huansheng was like a beast who had never driven meat before. Yunque remembered that he still had the strength to beg for mercy at first, but after that, he was dizzy, and it was not clear how many times Qin Huansheng had done it.

Too embarrassing...

Skylark sat alone on the bed and began to recall the details of last night. Thinking about it, scenes that made people blushing appeared in his head. He covered his face with his hands and fell back into the bed.

The sun slowly climbed to the top of the sky, and at noon, the skylark endured the pain and climbed up the wall with trembling legs, but did not see a familiar figure in the yard.

What about Qin Huan's promotion?

When he was in doubt, a soft female voice sounded behind him.

"Little Skylark, what are you doing up there?"

Skylark turned around and saw a woman in her thirties, carrying a basket of delicate food boxes, walking into the small courtyard, her eyes squinting and her mouth smiling.

Skylark looked at her vigilantly: "What are you doing here?"

The woman sat familiarly at the stone table in the side courtyard, opened the food box, and said, "Naturally, I came to bring you food."

This person's name is Wang Jiaolan, the second daughter of Wang Laotou. Skylark didn't have a good impression of her. Although they had only met a few times, Skylark knew that she was a biting and mean woman, especially a woman who likes to judge. At the beginning, she proposed to put Yunque in the side courtyard, but now she is pretending to send food. Yunque doesn't believe that she is so kind.

Seeing that he was sitting on the wall and refused to come down, Wang Jiaolan didn't say anything. Instead, she picked up a piece of pastry, put it in her mouth, and squinted her eyes to taste it carefully.

She was dressed in extravagant and elegant clothes, wearing a long violet hibiscus skirt with a gold belt around her waist, a pair of silver buckle bracelets on her wrists, a gold silk jade pendant on the front of her neck, and a pair of red emerald drop bead earrings beside her ears. The whole body of jewelry swayed and swayed, reflecting the dazzling light from time to time.

The lark is inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Moist and soft, delicate and slag. Fragrant, sweet and refreshing." Wang Jiaolan said, looking at the pastries in her hand, "The pastries made by Caizhizhai are really delicious."

Yunque knows Caizhizhai, which is a famous pastry shop in the village. , Qin Huansheng's sweet-scented osmanthus cake was bought there before. Thinking of this, Yunque's stomach let out an unsatisfactory cry, but fortunately it was far away, so Wang Jiaolan probably didn't hear it.

"Have you been here for two months?" Wang Jiaolan slowly finished the rest of the pastry, picked up the handkerchief to wipe her hands, and raised her eyelids to look at the lark.

Skylark still looked at her vigilantly.

"Two months..." Wang Jiaolan said to herself, "The kitchen will give you three bowls of water and two steamed buns every day. A normal person should lose weight a long time ago. How come you have produced a few taels of meat?

" Face alert: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's really none of my business." Wang Jiaolan sighed with some sadness: "I just saw you and thought of my dead father, and my heart felt uncomfortable." The corner of

Yunque's mouth She twitched, looking at her jewels, how could she be filial to her father?

He rolled over and jumped off the wall, asking her, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing." Wang Jiaolan covered her mouth and smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She stared straight at Yunque, and after a while she asked, "Are you still a baby?"

Yunque was stunned, "What? "

Wang Jiaolan said: "My father hasn't passed the first seven, but someone came to propose a marriage and said he wanted to marry you."

Yunque's eyes widened, "Propose a marriage? Marry me?"

His mind was buzzing, and he was hit by these words. But when he came back to his senses, Wang Jiaolan had already walked up to him, pinched his chin condescendingly, and looked inch by inch from top to bottom, as if looking at an inanimate product, she estimated that she could. How much to sell.

Skylark looked at her without showing weakness.

In the end, Wang Jiaolan sneered and left. Looking at the back of her leaving, Skylark's right eyelid jumped up without warning.

The cakes on the table were not taken away, and a whole box of them was left alone outside the hospital. The lark really had no appetite to eat it.

It was getting dark, and Qin Huansheng didn't come back all day. Skylark sat on the wall in a daze, and after the sky was completely dark, he returned to the house to continue in a daze.

The setting sun is like blood, and the last ray of afterglow has not yet dissipated. The skylark blew out the candles, went to bed and covered a new quilt, looked out the window, and began to recall what Wang Jiaolan said during the day.

While thinking about it, the door of the house was suddenly opened.

The cool evening wind suddenly blew in, and the skylark shivered. Before he could see who was coming, he fell into a familiar warm embrace.

Yunque's eyes were hot for no reason. He raised his face and asked, "Where have you been today?"

Qin Huansheng put his arms around him and touched the top of his hair with the other, and said, "I went out to work."

Skylark caught a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "Going out to work?"

Qin Huansheng gave an "um", as if he didn't want to say more. Skylark put her arms back around his waist, silently holding it tighter, and didn't ask any further questions.

Qin Huansheng might be really a little tired. He took off his shoes, closed his clothes and lay beside Skylark, closed his eyes, opened them suddenly after a few seconds, and got his hands under the quilt to take off Skylark's pants.

"Don't," Skylark hurriedly stopped him, "I can't do it today, it still hurts." Qin Huansheng

smiled and said, "If I don't touch you, I'll see if it's still swollen."

Hong, without being hypocritical, obediently took off his trousers.

Xiaohua faced the moonlight and Qin Huansheng's gaze, and closed tightly shyly. The two petals are a little red and swollen, and the flower pedicle in the middle is bulging, as if it is covered with water, crystal clear, and it can be sprayed out with a pinch.

Skylark blushed, trying her best to ignore Qin Huansheng's straightforward gaze. It was just that the mouth of the acupuncture point suddenly became cold, and Qin Huansheng took out a tube of ointment from nowhere and carefully applied it to him.

Yunque subconsciously wanted to bring his legs together, Qin Huansheng held his knees and said, "Don't move, this is to reduce swelling and relieve pain. After applying it, it will be much better tomorrow."

Yunque endured her shame and opened her legs again.

Qin Huansheng is really meticulous. Not only did he apply a thick layer on the outside, but he also put his fingers in and carefully covered the inner wall.

After all the painting was done, he lay down beside Lark again, hugged his waist, and fell asleep not long after.

In his sleep, Qin Huansheng frowned, and Yunque guessed that he might have something troublesome that he didn't want to tell him. But Qin Huansheng didn't talk, and Yunque didn't ask, he just raised his hand carefully to help Qin Huansheng smooth the frown.

The night was as cold as water, and the evening wind gently knocked on the casement. Skylark retracted her hand, remembered what Wang Guoran said in the daytime, and sighed secretly.

He put his cheeks on Qin Huansheng's chest, opened his eyes, and listened to a steady and powerful heartbeat before falling asleep for a long time.