After entering the book, the Prime Minister's legs softened

Chapter 35

The weather was getting cooler. Ji Sang squatted at the door and looked at the loquat tree in the yard. This year's loquats seemed to be nourished by the rain. There were still some of them at this time of year. The green was separated by orange.

　　The sky behind the loquat tree was very blue, boundless, without even a cloud. In

　　the ancient times without environmental damage, the air was particularly fresh, and the air in the lungs was filled with the smell of freedom.

　　It was a rare leisurely moment like this, and Ji Sang was stunned for a while.

　　"Sangsang, what are you looking at?"

　　Wen Jian walked out of the stove, his body stained with the smell of fireworks. Ji Sang looked back. The man was facing the light, so she couldn't see the expression on his handsome face, but she could feel his focused gaze when he looked at her, as if he wanted to take her in.

　　Ji Sang's heart moved slightly, "...I didn't see anything. I just...guess if the loquats this year are very sweet."

　　Wen Jian's eyes followed Ji Sang's eyes and looked at the loquat tree on the east side of the yard. There were a few loquats left on it, and a bird landed on the top of the tree, enjoying a delicious meal.

　　"Do you like loquats?"

　　Ji Sang nodded, "Yeah, they are very sweet."

　　Wen Jian stared at her and paused, then stretched out his palm, "Let's eat first."

　　The content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page Ji Sang hesitated, and looked at his palm with dark eyes. His palm was broad, and because of holding a pen for many years, there were thick calluses on his palm. Every time this thickness touched her delicate skin, she would always tremble slightly.

　　Ji Sang waved away certain scenes that suddenly jumped into her mind. When she reacted, her hand had been gently placed on his hand, and his fingertips were warm.

　　He held her soft hand, exerted a little force, and Ji Sang stood up from the ground. Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, Ji Sang's eyes went dark. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her hands were already on the man's chest. Through the thin clothes, she could feel the beating heart under her palms.

　　Wen Jian put his arm around her slender waist, and their eyes met in mid-air.

　　Ji Sang was embarrassed, and her back was numb from the burning temperature on her waist. She stood up quickly, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she didn't look at him, "... Eat, eat."

　　Ji Sang ran away after saying that.

　　Wen Jian's palms were filled with her residual warmth, and he gently rubbed her with his fingertips. After a while, a clear smile shook out of his chest, and he walked towards the stove.

　　Lunch was red noodle soup.

　　Wen Li is a good cook, and the simplest ingredients can be cooked to the most authentic taste. The only two eggs left in the house were nestled in the red soup noodles. She was not partial to anyone, so she cut half an egg into half for each person and put them on the noodles, and added green leaves, and served them hot on the table.

　　Four people sat around the table.

　　Wen Jian naturally put half of the egg into Ji Sang's bowl.

　　The content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page Ji Sang looked at him with dark eyes, and he had already lowered his head to eat.

　　When they were almost done eating, Wen Jian and Wen Zheng talked about going to the market in the afternoon.

　　When Ji Sang heard that Wen Jian was going to the market, she had never been there in such a long time, and said with longing: "Wen Jian, you are going to the market? Then take me with you?"

　　Wen Jian glanced at her sideways, "Tell me what you want to buy, and I will bring it back to you, so you don't have to walk. It will take at least more than an hour to go there."

　　Tsk, so far?

　　"I don't want to buy anything, I just want to try to put the paper in it