Xin Qing smiled mockingly, curled her lips, closed her eyes and smiled, looking very happy, but Jiu Qianmo felt that his whole body was surrounded by a cold current.
Jiu Qianmo's eyes swept across the expression of the little woman in his arms, and his brows knitted into a Sichuan shape: "Xinqing, what's wrong with you? Are you happy? Why are you laughing?"
"I'm not very happy, it's because I'm unhappy, that's why I smile like this. If I'm not happy, it doesn't matter whether I'm smiling or not. Even if the corners of my mouth are wider, I'm still unhappy. Even if I'm not smiling, I'm still unhappy."
"..." The surroundings fell into a wordless silence. Xin Qing did not move, Jiu Qianmo did not move, the two people were in a stalemate, and time slipped quietly in a subtle way.
"I thought wrong..." Jiu Qianmo was buried in the darkness with his eyes closed. "I thought you wouldn't care about Gong Yiling." He lowered his head.
His shoulders trembled as if they were shaking. "I thought... you wouldn't care about what happened to Gong Yiling and Yin Lu. It seems that I was wrong." Jiu Qianmo's thin lips were still wet.
"No...it's not them." Xin Qing struggled a little excitedly. Jiu Qianmo put her on the ground and glanced at her hazyly: "Xin Qing, how much do you care about him?"
Xin Qing was startled, her eyelids twitched, and her legs felt slightly weak. "..." Jiu Qianmo was silent, finally looking at his mood, he couldn't bear to shake his head.
"You're kidding, I said, don't take it to heart, lest I think... how much you care about what I said." He pinched her little nose, but he didn't expect his hand to be knocked off.
"Jiu Qianmo, please tell me clearly. What do you mean by this?" She reacted like a frightened little rabbit. "You mean it as a joke, dear, don't take it to heart." Jiu Qianmo's eyes dimmed.
"...Idiot, I obviously care about you." This discordant voice passed through Xin Qing's heart, she glanced at Jiu Qianmo, frowned, and left.
Jiu Qianmo spread his long legs and stood in front of her: "Hey, if you're not happy... watch me perform a stunt."
Xinqing was stunned.
"Jiu Qianmo sings with ducks. I've only done this with you a few times. Do you want to watch it?" He forced a smile, just to make her happy. "No." Xin Qing looked at her cheeks and flatly refused.
"I guarantee you won't be able to put it down after watching it." Jiu Qianmo was not affected by Xinqing's objection at all. He pulled her behind a big tree, stood with her hands behind her back, spread her legs apart, and sighed slightly.
"Lu la la la la la lulu la la, la la la la la, la la la la la." His movements were quite humorous. Xin Qing laughed wildly and waved her hands in disgust: "Jiu Qianmo, don't talk about me.
Knowing you, you’re so ugly!”
Jiu Qianmo smiled slightly and said in his heart: As long as you are happy.
...I suddenly want to write about being a couple for the rest of my life...I found that I love a certain man here and I can't help myself. Tyt. Do you agree...If you agree, I won't write np
Oh... I happened to write np and was criticized for being unable to do so.