When Ling Ruonan was struggling, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin were still leisurely sitting back to back on the chairs hidden by the green willows in the Old Summer Palace eating and chatting.

"Senior sister, have you recovered some strength?" Yang Qingyin's soft back was leaning against her body. Luo Ziling felt very comfortable. He hoped that the two of them would sit and chat like this. But seeing that it was getting dark and it was getting late, he also asked in a low voice.

Yang Qingyin, who relaxed her body comfortably and placed her entire weight on Luo Ziling's back, still had not fully recovered her physical strength.

She felt lazy all over her body and didn't want to move.

However, she also saw that it was too late and it became cold. The park was about to close, so it was impossible for her to sit like this all the time. So after hearing Luo Ziling's question, she immediately agreed, "Okay, why don't we go out first and be locked in it later."

Although she said that, her body did not move at all and she still leaned on Luo Ziling's back.

After a while, she slowly withdrew her strength and sat upright.

Luo Ziling also stood up, quickly packed up some of the garbage after eating, threw it into a nearby trash can, and then called Yang Qingyin to get up.

Yang Qingyin picked up the bag placed in front of him, smiled at Luo Ziling, and stood up.

I don’t know if it was because she sat for too long and her nerves were compressed, or other reasons, when Yang Qingyin stood up, her feet suddenly became soft, she screamed in a low voice, and her body turned over.

Afraid that Yang Qingyin fell, Luo Ziling saw this situation and quickly reached out to support her and surrounded her waist.

Yang Qingyin's figure is not plump, and she can even be said to be thin, very slim, with a very slender waist.

When Yang Qing sang her waist around her, Luo Ziling even thought of a poem: "Chu's waist is slender and light in her palm."

"Senior sister, you are too thin," no accident happened when she surrounded Yang Qing's waist, and Luo Ziling did not feel any blasphemy, but she still couldn't help but tease her: "Beauty, you are all outside the sky and the flying swallows on your palms. Don't ask for a slim waist too much, health is the first priority."

After being wrapped around Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin felt his body tremble, and his strength seemed to disappear all of a sudden. He naturally leaned in his arms, but he quickly struggled out.

"Senior brother, you actually made fun of me with the poem "Liu Sanbian," Yang Qingyin stood up from Luo Ziling's arms with a red face. She looked at Luo Ziling with a smile, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't make fun of me. My weight is born with me, and I don't mean to diet on purpose."

"Since I say this, I can only advise you to work hard to make your body healthier, and I will help you." After saying this, Luo Ziling asked curiously again: "Do you also like Liu Yong's poems?"

"Are you allowed to like it?" Yang Qingyin had adjusted his emotions and looked at Luo Ziling with a smile, "Do you think I can only immerse myself in Li Yian's sentimentality?"

"Liu Yong's sentimentality is the same type as Li Qingzhao!"

"It's still different, at least the writing angles are different," Yang Qingyin did not deny Luo Ziling's statement. After thinking about it, Qingyin said this masterpiece Luo Ziling used to make fun of her just now.

"Love the Emperor's Li, the Jingu Gardens, the Pingkang Lanes, the prosperous places, the days of being sparse and crazy, never letting go, and the eyes are full of heart.

Besides, the beautiful woman is full of clouds and flying swallows on her palms. She is all good at choosing to go to the tortoise banquet. She is always addicted to wine and is stumped by flowers.

What a pity, the pavilion and terrace are so beautiful, and the pillows are in the summer. The frost and moonlit nights are cool, and the snow and sleet are flying towards us. The scenery of the year is as beautiful as you can, and you can travel with your youth.

It’s a matter of life, and it’s a short time, and it’s a lot of famous officials. They are laughing and trying to disperse for the time being. But they hate the rain and the clouds, and the earth is far away."

This is the famous work "Feng Guiyun" by Liu Yong, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty. Yang Qingyin liked it very much and wrote a long essay with this lyrics. Unexpectedly, Luo Ziling casually made fun of her with the sentences in this lyrics.

"I like this poem very much," I didn't expect that Yang Qingyin could recite the poem completely, and it was quite emotional. Luo Ziling couldn't help but be a little surprised, "It seems that there are quite a lot of people with the same interests."

Yang Qingyin smiled back, but after she recited the word silently again, she suddenly changed her face.

"It's a matter of life, and it's a matter of time. It's just a matter of laughter, trying to disperse temporarily. But it's a pity that the rain and clouds are so sad, and the earth is far away." These words made her feel very uncomfortable.

When she wrote essays with this word as the title, she was also sad about these words, but the sadness at that time was far less touched by her than she is now. "I am laughing, I'm trying to disperse for the time being," these two short sentences made her feel sad that she could not express in words.

I can't tell the reason, but suddenly I feel like I'm having a sudden feeling.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yang Qingyin's sudden change in expression and a solemn look, Luo Ziling was startled and asked quickly: "Don't feel well?"

"No," Yang Qingyinqiang smiled and shook his head, "Maybe I've been sitting for too long and my head is a little dizzy. Now it's fine."

"I don't believe it," Luo Ziling smiled and joked, and felt a little embarrassed: "Maybe I have walked too many roads and I'm tired of walking? Otherwise, I'll carry you out?"

"No," Yang Qingyin blushed her head, "It's okay, let's go!"

Luo Ziling didn't force her and walked slowly outside with her.

The two of them were talking casually while walking.

However, Luo Ziling soon discovered that Yang Qingyin was walking slower and slower, as if she could not bear the physical strength.

"The feet hurt a little, let's go slowly," Yang Qingyin smiled embarrassedly when she saw Luo Ziling paying attention to her.

"Stop being arrogant, I'll carry you out," Luo Ziling said. Before Yang Qingyin could react, a princess hugged her in her arms.

Yang Qingyin didn't expect Luo Ziling to launch a sudden attack. She screamed in surprise and naturally hugged his waist with both hands.

"Let me down," she asked softly with a red face.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly shy guy is so brave.

"It's okay, I'm not tired. You are so light, I can carry you out with one hand." Luo Ziling didn't let it go. The warm feeling was so good. He finally took Yang Qingyin with courage. How could he put her down? Looking at her beautiful face, breathing the fragrance emitted from her body, feeling the softness and trembling when the two of them were in contact, he felt that nothing was better than this.

Yang Qingyin struggled for a few times but didn't struggle, so she had to accept her fate.

In fact, she was not very resistant to being hugged by Luo Ziling like this.

Feeling the strength of his body and breathing the manly smell emitted from him, she felt a little drunk.

So, Luo Ziling hugged Yang Qingyin and walked slowly towards the entrance of the scenic area.

The distance between the face is too close, the body is hugged together, and the accidentally contacted eyes makes Yang Qingyin blush naturally.

Her extremely shy look made Luo Ziling unable to help but get drunk.
Chapter completed!