The pastoral wife of the evil leader

Chapter 101 It's hard not to marry (2)
"it is good."

The person on the back was not heavy, and Yu Zuiyue said it would not be the slightest burden. She stood up, carried the person on her back firmly, and walked towards the entrance of the village to the west.

On Zuiyue's hair, there was a faint scent of saponin, lying on his back, the faint fragrance was passed into his nose, Huahua remembered that every time he looked for him at night, his body, will have this taste.

Her long hair was only tied behind her head with a jade-colored ribbon. In a moment of excitement, Hua Hua brushed aside Zuiyue's hair, revealing her jade-like neck that was covered underneath. Her hands were never old. I rubbed it back and forth on the other person's neck, and the neck that was originally white jade turned red from frustration.

The person who was as cold as water couldn't stand the tossing of the person on his back. He stopped, turned his head, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Why is the lady doing this?"

"See if there's dirt on your neck."

"...Did the lady rub it out?"

"No..." Compared with this Zuiyue, Hua Hua felt a little ashamed. It seemed that she hadn't bathed for a long time, not to mention dirt, which could definitely be rubbed out. After such a short time, her nose suddenly became sensitive. Several times, I seem to have a strange smell on my body...

"I'm a person who doesn't like cleanliness. Do you dislike me?"

If there is a hole in the ground now, Huahua will carefully consider whether to go in or not, with her head resting on Zuiyue's shoulder, unable to lift herself up.

"Do not."

"I'm going to take a bath in your pool with hot springs, you are not allowed to peek."

"it is good."

Originally, there was a beautiful woman in the company of the moonlight, poetic and comfortable, how elegant and incomparable, but the flowers were disturbed by the smell of their own body, full of poetic and picturesque walks, died halfway, the two turned and went to the big pool.

Under the moonlight, the clear water warm pool surrounded by faint green bamboos, surrounded by steaming clouds and mist, looks like a fairyland. In the small pavilion beside the pool, a man dressed in water-colored clothes is sitting beside a stone table, with his head propped on one hand , holding a glass of sake in his hand, taking a sip occasionally, looking at the dark bamboo forest in front of him with a pair of alluring eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Woooooooo..."

It was a very quiet place, but it was suddenly broken by this female voice like a ghost crying. If ordinary people pass by this place, they must have their hairs standing on end, thinking that the female ghost is taking their lives.

It was the person who was sipping sake comfortably in the pavilion, who was also taken aback by the ghost cry, but remembered something, and was about to turn his head away, and stopped immediately.

"Dodo, what's the matter?"

"Woooo...I'm dead, why is it so dirty, I haven't cleaned it after rubbing for so long..."

Huahua lay on the big rock in the water, rubbing it and crying. After rubbing it dozens of times, she always felt dirt on her body. I don't want to live anymore.

The neck was tilted thirty degrees, and slowly turned back, "Madam, you want to rub your back for your husband?"

"no need."

Huahua wiped away her tears, then retracted into the water again, rubbing wildly...

After rubbing a layer of skin off her body, Huahua felt a little satisfied. After putting on her clothes, she climbed onto the deck chair next to the pavilion to enjoy the moonlight bath.

The reclining chair is pretty good, the front and rear legs of the chair form a small arc, people can shake slightly when lying on it, and it is covered with the fur of an unknown animal, which is smooth and soft, very comfortable, and it won’t take long to lie on it People are drowsy.

"Drunken moon dead ghost, how about I come to be your neighbor?"

Huahua squinted her eyes, and ate the peanuts on the small table next to her, talking lazily.

"it is good."

"I've taken over the place of Resentful Ghost Dao to cultivate the land, okay?"

"it is good."

"How about I come to this pool to take a bath every day? You don't need to peek."

"it is good."

"If you are my husband, how about I raise you?"

The wine glass that was about to pick up was paused in the air, Zuiyue turned her head to look at the person who had closed her eyes, her eyes were slightly rippling, "Okay".

"I'll treat you, okay?"

"it is good."

"I want to be a rich woman with a lot of money, I miss my parents, I want to buy a villa, a computer, a TV, I want to travel..."

The person on the reclining chair was in a daze for a long time. He didn't know what nonsense he was talking about. He fell into a deep sleep, and when he let go of his hand, all the small handful of peanuts he was holding fell to the ground.

The undried wet hair was carefully held in the hand and gently wiped with a dry cloth, "There is a lady here, but as a husband, I am reluctant to go underground to meet the king of Hades."

A good night's dream, the flowers that have always liked to sleep late, were aroused by the tangy smell of rice, and their stomachs growled, and they woke up from hunger. Sitting up in a daze, when he lowered his head, he happened to find some thick blankets covering his body, a moment of doubt flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw Zuiyue sitting at the stone table next to him.

"Miss, did you sleep well last night?"

Zuiyue turned her head to look at the flowers with unkempt hair, raised her eyebrows secretly, opened a red lacquered food box on the table, and took out the contents one by one, a can of yam, red dates and millet porridge , a steamed bun, a bowl of steamed eggs, a small dish of stir-fried vegetables, and a dish of jujube cake.

"Well, sleep well." It was a dreamless night, Hua Hua's eyes never looked away after Zuiyue brought out the food.

"Come and have breakfast."

"it is good."

Hua Hua just waited for this sentence, lifted the thick blanket on her body, got off the reclining chair swiftly, sat directly beside the stone table, took a bowl of porridge from Zuiyue, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Steamed eggs, steamed buns, jujube cakes, Hua Hua did not expect to see these things when she came to this world. These things her mother would help her prepare for breakfast every day, although the tastes are not all the same, they are so delicious. She was so familiar with her that she wanted to cry, and as she ate and ate, the tears really flowed down.

"Miss, don't you think it's delicious?"

"No, it's delicious. I haven't had such a delicious breakfast for a long time."

Huahua raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears on her face, smiled at Zuiyue, and ate the steamed buns again.

Seeing the crying and laughing people, Zuiyue's eyes flashed with distress, "Would you like to prepare these breakfasts for the lady every day from now on?"

"it is good."

After she was full of wine and food, Hua Hua remembered the person sitting across from her who had never touched her chopsticks, "Why don't you eat?"

"To eat."

Zuiyue smiled faintly, picked up the silver spoon in the bowl and drank the porridge gracefully.

"..."

Hua Hua stared at the elegant-looking person, and was stunned. Did this person deliberately make such a comparison?
(End of this chapter)