The feelings are already born today

Author: Ming Weiwei

Yan Changan must have deliberately chosen sour. As soon as he opened the paper package and put it in Shu Nong's hand, a sour smell rushed into her nose.

Shu Nong seemed to be a little interested, shook the plums in the paper bag, twisted two of them and put them in his mouth.

It's a pity that her sense of taste is really not very good, no matter how strong the sour taste is in her mouth, there are only sporadic bits left.

She bit the fruit pulp in her mouth at will. Yan Changan was bathed in the moonlight, his entire face hidden in the shadow of the leaves, his dim eyes stared at Shu Nong's face, refusing to let go of her face.

A slight change in expression.

The breeze was blowing slightly, and Shu Nong was chewing plums and touching the withered cangyuan flowers.

This is a phenomenon caused by the birth of Qingguang. The Cangyuan flowers that relied on the spiritual power of Cangyuan Mountain have all withered. The birds and beasts that fled have gradually returned, but it is estimated that it will take some time for the Cangyuan flowers to recover.

At this moment, her revenge was avenged, and she had nothing else to worry about. She was a bit leisurely, casually swaying her toes, tilting her head to ask Yan Changan to pour a glass of water, but she suddenly met his dark gaze.

Shu Nong paused while grabbing the paper bag, blinked, frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Changan uncertainly: "Are you okay?"

Yan Changan approached silently and leaned slightly: "My hair is loose."

Shu Nong raised her hand and touched it, and it was true that the hair tie was easily pulled off without much force on her hand. She threw the hair tie on the low stool with pastries indifferently: "If it falls apart, let it fall apart."

Anyway, no one is around at this time."

Yan Changan pursed his lips slightly, frowned slightly, and seemed to hesitate to speak.

Shu Nong took in the changes in his expression, chuckled lightly, sat up, shook his head, and the black hair on his head fluttered with her movements.

"Do you mind?" She smiled, arched her eyebrows, shook her head, threw two sour plums into her mouth, and raised her chin towards the white hairband on the stool, "If you mind, you can

tie."

Yan Changan moved his fingers hanging by his side, with a smile in his eyes. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then lowered his eyes and stared at her fingertips stained with bits of sour plum skin: "...it doesn't fit.

rule."

Pulling her hair up is too intimate.

"What's against the rules? Ah -" Shu Nong paused for a moment before reacting. A teasing smile appeared on his face, intending to tease him, "But the Green Light Sword and I are one. You have been wiping the sword every day these days.

Could it be that the body is in compliance with the rules?"

Yan Changan suddenly raised his eyes and looked into her smiling eyes. He moved his fingers slightly, and unexpectedly did not show any ill-will. He only leaned over to pick up the two hair ties on the low stool and approached Shu Nong.

Someone gently grabbed her hair, and Shu Nong's body stiffened. After a moment, he relaxed again.

Anyway, the two of them have to be tied together from now on, no matter what they do.

She grabbed a handful of plums and threw them into her mouth.

Yan Changan stumbled and barely managed to tie her hair up. He just breathed a sigh of relief when Shu Nong looked back at him and shook his head. The hair that he had just tied up became loose again.

Yan Changan was startled, and subconsciously grabbed her loose hair. Shu Nong turned around slightly, assessed the appearance of his hair at the moment, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "That's it, it's already dark anyway, and there's no one around.

, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Yan Changan whispered "Hmm", stepped back slightly, and asked her again: "Are you unhappy tonight?"

"Huh?" Shu Nong was confused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, what am I unhappy about?"

Yan Changan pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, staring at her for a moment. Shu Nong's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly felt a little hairy. After thinking for a moment, he reached out to explore his eyebrows.

However, Yan Changan raised his hand and stopped Shu Nong's movements. He grabbed her outstretched hand, took out a letter from his arms, and gently put it into her hand.

Shu Nong grabbed the thin letter in his hand: "What is this?"

Yan Changan watched her open the envelope and whispered: "Love letter."

"..."

Shu Nong's hand paused, and he shrank his neck with some guilt. He was too embarrassed to look at Yan Changan's face, so he lowered his eyes and opened the letter.

"I first met Wutong Mountain with you, played together with you, and stayed with you day and night. To this day, we are already in love."

Shu Nong's hand trembled, and Yan Changan knelt down, reached out and grabbed her cold wrist, and raised his head slightly to look at her: "Did you see it in the illusion?"

Shu Nong's tiger body trembled.

Her eyelashes were trembling so much that she no longer had to look at Yan Changan's face. At this moment, in this atmosphere, she thought on her toes and knew what Yan Changan was asking.

What else could she see?!

Isn't it the illusion that was created according to his wishes in order to keep him, that happy scene where Shu Yue called him brother-in-law?

She coughed lightly: "...what did you see?"

Yan Changan was silent for a moment, but his grip on her wrist suddenly became stronger.

"Once upon a time, Lu Wangyi read a storybook to me." Yan Changan whispered, his voice slightly tight, which made Shu Nong suddenly feel a little uneasy, "There was a female temptress in it, playing in the world, and I love those handsome ones the most.

She played tricks on them and made those men love her deeply, and all of them had to be hers. However, she herself never gave her sincerity and just played with these men casually. "

"Shunong." Yan Changan pulled her wrist slightly, forcing her to look directly into his burning eyes.

He stared into her eyes: "Are you playing with me in the past two months?"

"Cough——" Shu Nong was startled and choked slightly, a trace of panic flashed across his face, which was keenly caught by Yan Changan.

Shu Nong pursed his lips and smiled guiltily, then avoided his eyes: "Isn't that what we agreed before? You cooperate with me in acting -"

"I never said that."

Yan Changan interrupted her, "I never said what I wanted to act."

Shu Nong was strangely silent for a moment, raised his eyes, twisted his wrist, raised his chin, and said with great momentum, "Then why have you been so cooperative in the past two months?"

Yan Changan approached her, and he could even smell the faint sour smell of plums in her breath. She remained calm and watched him approach, looking at him thoughtfully.

"The cakes are made, the love letters are written, and just now, my hair was combed." Yan Changan's eyes lingered on her face, "How can I let you just walk away? I -"

Shu Nong suddenly made a move, broke free from his palm, and moved his cold fingertips towards the center of his eyebrows.

Yan Changan looked slightly startled. After a moment, he silently retracted his hand that tried to grab Shu Nong again, with a complicated look on his face.

Shu Nong stretched out his hand, stuffed a handful of plums into his mouth in retaliation, and chuckled: "Are you awake?"

Yan Changan couldn't dodge and subconsciously opened his mouth to hold the thing in his mouth. The irritating sour taste suddenly filled his entire mouth.

His brows suddenly knitted together, but seeing Shu Nong's expression, he didn't dare to spit it out. He could only chew the pulp and swallow it with a grimace, and said in a harsh voice: "Well. I just--"
Chapter completed!