The Miao Boy Who Journeyed Through the Pages and Became Everyone's Beloved

Chapter 48: Another love rival

Chapter 48

"Isn't my welcome enough..."

Almost at the moment when Xie Jinling finished speaking, a strange sense of satisfaction spread from Lin Ye's limbs, but in an instant, it sealed the dark and obscure possessiveness that grew in Lin Ye's heart.

It was just a simple sentence, but it made Lin Ye have a different interpretation.

He was special in Xie Jinling's heart.

This cognition swept away Lin Ye's previous jealousy and haze.

Joy filled his heart.

Looking at Xie Jinling who was so close, Lin Ye could feel their breath lingering together. He liked this intimate feeling of closeness, which made him feel that they were dependent on each other.

However, the only thing that made Lin Ye feel a little regretful was that this closeness was too short. Before he had time to feel more, Xie Jinling had already stepped back and stood up again.

"Are you still jealous now?" Xie Jinling asked him.

Lin Ye replied, "If I say I'm still jealous, will you do it again?"

Xie Jinling raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Then I might use the bamboo flute to hit your forehead once."

Lin Ye chuckled, "I haven't heard you play the bamboo flute yet."

When they were in Chenglin, Xie Jinling told Zhang Jiayi that she was good at playing the bamboo flute. After three years, Lin Ye knew without thinking that the sound of the flute played by Xie Jinling would definitely be more melodious and ethereal than before.

Xie Jinling said, "If you want to hear it, I can play it for you." For him, playing the bamboo flute was a small matter and there was nothing wrong with agreeing to it.

"Okay, you can only play it for me." After Lin Ye finished this sentence, before Xie Jinling answered, he glanced in the direction of Jian Yi and Sang Linyang, and emphasized, "It's best to play a song that no one else has heard."

"Okay." Xie Jinling agreed.

"Then let's make a promise." Lin Ye childishly extended his pinky finger: "Only by making a promise can we be guaranteed."

Looking at Lin Ye's raised pinky finger, Xie Jinling thought this behavior was a bit silly, but she still made a promise with him.

However, when Xie Jinling finished making the promise and was about to withdraw his hand, Lin Ye's fingertips suddenly gently and slowly rubbed the back of his hand.

Xie Jinling raised his eyelids and looked at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye blinked innocently.

Not far away, although Jian Yi was surrounded by a dozen Miao uncles and aunts, he always used his peripheral vision to pay attention to Xie Jinling and Lin Ye.

The same was true for Sang Linyang standing next to him.

It was precisely because both of them glanced in this direction intentionally or unintentionally that they did not miss everything that happened to Xie Jinling and Lin Ye.

At this moment, Sang Linyang's eyes were gathering a dark cloud.

Because they were separated by a distance, he did not know what Lin Ye and Xiao Jin had said, but it was not difficult to guess from the action of him and Xiao Jin making a pinky promise that the two of them must have made some promise.

Whenever Sang Linyang thought of the ancient forehead-sticking ceremony that Xiao Jin had just performed on Lin Ye, the bitterness in his heart almost overflowed from his chest.