Lady she is beautiful

Chapter 196
Because of the itching, a few red marks were scratched around the red spot, and the white jade-like hand was even more pitiful.

Wu Erlang's Adam's apple rolled, and subconsciously wanted to wipe some saliva on it, but fortunately, he finally realized it and pressed his extended finger directly on the red spot.

The well-defined but slightly rough index finger rubbed pink on the delicate and cool little arm.

Wanniang suddenly felt that the itching in her arms had subsided a lot, she couldn't help but found a comfortable position and sat down: "It's so comfortable."

The fingers rubbing her arm couldn't help but pause, and Wu Erlang didn't know whether she meant that he rubbed it comfortably, or that he sat comfortably.

"Go on and rub it for me, it's comfortable!" Seeing him stop, Wan Niang couldn't help pouting.

The approaching body carried a warm fragrance, pouted and spoke coquettishly, under the dim butter lamp, the two squeezed together on the same bed, almost stuck together, Wu Erlang's head was a little dizzy, as if he couldn't turn around.

He drank a glass of water before going to bed, why did he feel thirsty again?
He cleared his throat, rubbed Wanniang a few more times uncomfortablely, and said, "I'll ask dad to give some anti-itch ointment tomorrow, and the mosquito bites won't itch so much after applying a little."

Wanniang covered her small mouth, yawned politely, and then responded, "Yeah."

A buzzing mosquito flew between the two of them.

Wan Niang stretched out one hand for Wu Erlang to rub to itch, but the other hand that was covering her mouth and yawning hadn't let go yet.

Seeing the mosquitoes flying by, Wanniang fixed her head, her eyeballs followed the mosquitoes to the end of her eyes.

Just when I was about to carefully slap the mosquitoes with my hand.

"Crack!" Wu Erlang was already a step ahead of her, he let go of her hand and hit her, and there was already a dead mosquito lying in the palm of his hand.

Spreading out her palms for Wanniang to see, Wanniang wrinkled her nose in disgust and said, "Go and wash your hands."

He had to wash his hands even to kill a mosquito, so Wu Erlang didn't bother, so he got out of bed, clapped his hands and blew on the oil lamp before going to bed.

Wanniang immediately hid in the innermost part: "You hit the mosquitoes and didn't wash your hands, it's dirty."

Wu Erlang had already laid down and picked up the sunflower fan and said, "It's just a small mosquito."

Wanniang is fine with everything, except that she is a little pissed off, reminding him to wash his hands all day long.

He washes his hands more diligently than before, and now he has to wash his hands to kill a mosquito, which he thinks is unnecessary.

Wu Erlang was very helpless: "If you don't think about it, you won't be dirty."

"You're trying to hide your ears." Wan Niang turned her back and ignored him.

"Then you're just being critical." Wu Erlang said rarely.

"You're catching birds with your eyes covered." Wan Niang didn't show any weakness.

Wu Erlang smiled: "You are looking for flaws."

"You are deceiving yourself." Wan Niang also laughed.

The two unknowingly began to fight over idioms.

Wu Erlang, who just learned it not long ago, is not inferior to Wanniang at all.

"You ask for full blame."

"You cover your nose and steal your fragrance."

"You create something out of nothing."

"Who made something out of nothing?" Wanniang kicked him, "It's obviously dirty from beating mosquitoes."

"That's why you say you're picky." Wu Erlang fanned the wind for a while and then stopped. Wan Niang suffered from the cold last night and couldn't blow her too much.

It's okay to be a little cooler, he pulled the quilt to cover her, but Wan Niang was not happy: "It's hot, don't cover it."

"No, at least you have to cover your stomach, and you can't kick anymore. If you kick again, it's not a matter of stuffing your nose for a while."

Wu Erlang ignored her protest, and covered Wanniang's stomach with the quilt, but accidentally touched Wanniang's waist. The soft touch from his fingers made him withdraw his hand in confusion.

Wanniang lay down reluctantly, then yawned again and said, "It's so hot, fan me."

Wu Erlang slapped the fan a few times and stopped: "You just caught a cold last night, so you can't fan it for too long."

"Then aren't you hot?" She felt hot, there was no reason why Wu Erlang wasn't hot.

"Be patient with the heat, or you'll have a runny nose tomorrow."

For her sake, Wu Erlang had to endure the heat, Wan Niang had nothing to say: "Okay then!"

What is this heat?
What Wu Erlang had to endure was not only the heat, but also the sudden restlessness in his body.

(End of this chapter)