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Embarrassing, truly embarrassing.
Actually, I just wanted to take a boat ride to see the scenery, but the scenery was so good that I got lost in it. Who knows how scared I am of water. In the south, not everyone can swim. I must be an incurable landlubber. I splashed around a bit and saw someone jump in. Naturally, I wanted to speak, but I ended up choking on some stream water. At this moment, the only way to save face is to remain silent and adapt to the situation.
"Lady, are you okay?" It was quite a struggle to be pulled ashore, my clothes completely soaked. The summer heat made me dress lightly, so my current state of disarray was not unexpected. "Benefactor, my clothes," he was really good-looking, on par with The beauty, and I couldn't help but be a little dazed by those eyes. His lips were thin but unusually rosy, just as vibrant as my clothes. "I was a bit reckless," the benefactor was quite shy and blushing, which seemed suspicious. He tremblingly took the green silk scarf handed to him by his aunt and gently covered me with it. Because the scarf was so outdated and ugly, I struggled a bit and accidentally bumped into him, causing his palm to directly touch my drenched shoulder. A gust of wind came, and I sneezed, feeling really cold in my half-drenched arm.
"Lady, I'm not, I'm not a scoundrel!" He stuttered, trying to explain something, but I didn't really care. It was just an accidental touch. "It's okay, please, I need..." I wanted to persuade him to take me back, as the boatman who caused the accident had long since disappeared, and I was in a difficult situation. But I never expected The beauty to show up, his eyes were healed. Coincidentally, when he arrived, I was feeling a bit confused, and dared to make a move, quickly poking benefactor's lips, which were very soft.
"Spring Festival" ah, with a call of " The beauty ", I came to my senses and blinked, only to find that the face of the person opposite me had turned the color of pig liver. He looks so charming, but he's actually very innocent. It's my fault, it's my fault, that's just how I am. " The beauty " I rushed up to him in two steps and threw myself into his arms, not caring that I was completely soaked through, it's nice not to have to walk with my feet off the ground. When I got back to the pharmacy, I took a hot bath and even managed to wash with the cat. "benefactor"? Did you say "benefactor"? " The beauty " gave him a ginseng, I know it's a very difficult thing to eat, really, it's very difficult to eat raw or boiled.
When I came back, " The beauty " didn't say anything, just looked at me. He seemed gloomy, speaking much less than usual. " The beauty, what's wrong with you?" I can't bear to see a beautiful person in distress, it's like stabbing a knife into my heart. If a beautiful person is in distress, I feel it too. "Nothing," he looked at me again, those eyes were like twin stars, so bright and clear. "Maybe in the future, I can just wear half sleeves at home during Spring Festival?" He frowned as if he had made a big decision and patted my head. Too cute, I feel like something has hit my heart, probably this is a heart attack! But the meaning of his words is that I look bad with half sleeves, and no one will dislike me if I wear them at home, except the cat. I nodded, The beauty smiled, but still didn't feel right, The beauty was too quiet, the cat didn't say anything, it's all the cat's fault for killing the mood.
I muttered in my heart, and unexpectedly, Meow suddenly arched its body and pounced at me. Its little claws left three red marks on my shoulder. It wasn't a big deal, but it hurt a lot, and tears fell like broken strings. The beauty hugged me and gently applied some white ointment, while soothing me with an old story. The stories were all old, but this one was particularly old because The beauty had told it countless times. "Meow, if you're not good, I won't feed you fish tomorrow, okay?" I rubbed against The beauty and tried to act cute, a trick taught to me by Yanhonglou's Yanzhi sister. She said it was a very practical technique that I must master. He smelled really good, like the cool scent of rain hitting the grass, and I rubbed against him and got some on me. "You're such a handful. Alright, don't move. If the white ointment isn't applied evenly, it will leave a scar, and Spring Festival doesn't like scars." I felt The beauty pause in his breath, then quickly resume applying the ointment. It seems that this act of cuteness isn't very practical; practice makes perfect.
I was so tired and sleepy in the arms of the beauty, it was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep. His lips suddenly caught my attention. Every part of the beauty was beautiful, including his lips. I couldn't help but think of benefactor's redness, but The beauty's lips were more like a soft pink, a faint cherry blossom pink. This time, I didn't poke him because I was too lazy to move my hand from his waist. I also wanted to try the taste, so I brought my lips to his. They were so soft~ I licked the seam of his lips with my tongue, sweet like real snow. I was now awake and wanted to continue, but The beauty gently moved away and turned around.
"Spring Festival, this kind of thing should not be done again. This is a responsibility for being frivolous," he explained in a low voice, pressing against my ear. But The beauty was panting right next to my ear. I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. It was clearly very comfortable, so why shouldn't it be done again? After all, I will always be with The beauty. Could it be that The beauty actually prefers meow meow?
Thinking of this, I started to cry again. He panicked and moved me back. I stared at The beauty, meticulously from the eyebrows to the lips, then lingered there. "Spring Festival really wants it," he sighed, stroking down my spine all the way and then stopping. He took the initiative to offer his rosy lips, no need to wait, lactose is really snow! The beauty is a sweet treat, I like to eat him~ fragrant, soft, and delicious.
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