The 1970s Little Village Girl [Through the Book]

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He Dong was suddenly hit in the arms, and a soft fragrance came over him, making him stiffen his body.

He Fengjiao trembled slightly, and seemed to be really scared.

It was just like the time when she encountered a snake in the mountains.

He Fengjiao was obviously seeking a sense of security from him, but He Dong shamelessly had evil thoughts that he shouldn't have, causing him to not dare to move when He Fengjiao hit him in the arms.

He said: "It's okay, I'm here."

"There's no one else."

With He Dong's words, He Fengjiao leaned against his chest even more recklessly, absorbing the masculine energy from him.

He had a very special and fresh smell of grass and wood on him, which might be a kind of medicinal herb, but He Fengjiao didn't know what it was, she just thought it smelled good.

"Yeah."

He Fengjiao had never thought that walking on a small road in the countryside at night would be so scary.

In the past, her family, her mother and her eldest sister-in-law would occasionally go out at night, but she had never heard them talk about anything scary.

If I had known earlier, I would have asked my eldest brother to send me off!

Then I wouldn't be scared to death by the slightest movement...

But when I thought about what would happen if the person who just walked out was not He Dong...

He Fengjiao didn't dare to think about it, and buried her head in He Dong's chest, trying to seek a little comfort.

Fortunately, He Dong did not reject her or push her away. He Fengjiao held his shirt tightly with both hands, and her palms were full of cold sweat.

The next second, she noticed that He Dong's body seemed to be retreating, and He Fengjiao whispered: "Don't move, let me... let me slow down."

The girl's voice was still with a unique coquettishness, soft and sticky, which made people's ears red and their hearts pounding.

He Dong really didn't move at all, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of revealing his nervousness at the moment.

The night wind blew, blowing up He Fengjiao's falling bangs, hitting his arms, like a kitten's tail sweeping back and forth, itchy and provocative.

After an unknown amount of time, the soft and fragrant girl in his arms moved, then slowly took a step back, raised her watery eyes and looked at him, slowly blinked, and there were traces of water under her wet long eyelashes.

He Dong felt itchy at He Fengjiao's innocent and pitiful eyes.

He cleared his throat, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "Why are you the only one?"

He Fengjiao was holding a lantern in her hand and carrying a small schoolbag, and it seemed that she was planning to go somewhere.

He Fengjiao lowered her eyelids after hearing this and said, "I was going to go with Tang Zhiqing, but I didn't see her after waiting for a long time, so I left first."

In fact, she was not that timid, but the night in the countryside was too dark. There were no street lights, and the fields were vast, with few people.

Fortunately, He Dong showed up.

He Dong frowned and asked, "Going to the melon field?"

Those who went out at this time should have gone to the melon field to keep watch.