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Upon hearing this, Wang San instinctively looked at his second sister, who glared at him. Wang San shrank his neck and looked at Linglong. He touched his nose uncomfortably and shook his head: "Thank you, Miss Wang, but let's deal with this first. If..."

Wang Er took a step sideways and pushed Wang San aside, then bowed to Ling Long like a scholar: "My dear, I am ignorant and I am bothering you. Please follow me."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Wang San warningly. He really was a man who would tear down the house if he was not punished for three days.

Wang San ignored the fact that her husband was almost clamoring to go back to his father's home, but her second sister was still being too kind. If she wasn't her second sister, she would not care about her.

Seeing his younger sister's stubborn look, Wang Er felt itchy in the back of his teeth again, and raised his hand to lead the way for Linglong and the other person.

Linglong took the thoughtful boy by the hand and went to the backyard with Wang Er.

Passing through the quiet pavilions and corridors, Wang Er led Linglong and the other person to the nearest private room. After serving them tea and snacks, they hurriedly left the room.

Pulling the boy to sit on a stool, Linglong placed the travel notes in her hand on the table, picked up a teacup, drew some warm spiritual spring water from the space, and handed it to Zi'an: "An'an, what do you think of this bookstore?"

Seeing Linglong casually using magical techniques in front of him, Zi'an's eyes curved, he took the teacup, raised his eyes and looked at Linglong: "Sister, it's OK, it can be considered quiet."

This bookstore is in a remote area, which is just right for Linglong, who likes quietness, and he also likes it.

Linglong sat opposite Zi'an and picked up an empty teacup to play with. "An'an, don't you mind this back street?"

As he spoke, his mental power spread out, observing the layout of the entire bookstore.

I didn’t expect that the yard behind this small bookstore actually covers an area of ​​about two acres.

Zi'an took off his veil, drank a sip of water, and asked instead of answering, "Sister, do you want to buy this place?"

Linglong paused, raised her eyes, and her voice became less cold and more gentle: "My An An is still very smart."

He is indeed smart. I am afraid he knew my plan long ago.

Zi'an smiled gently, feeling the familiar warmth in his body. He glanced at the teacup on the table, stood up and walked to Linglong, took the teacup from her hand, sat on her lap, put his arms around her neck, blinked, and said innocently, "Sister is extremely talented, so of course An'an has to act cute and flirty."

Seeing Zi'an's mischievous look at this moment, Linglong felt as if her heart was being brushed by willow catkins, feeling itchy. She lowered her head and placed a kiss on his lips.

"An An is getting sweeter."

Even though he had been thick-skinned enough to match Linglong's, he still felt his cheeks getting slightly hot when he heard these seemingly teasing words.

He coughed lightly and said, "Sister, do you want to hear my plan?"

Linglong picked up the young man and came to the desk in the private room, then put him on the carved chair. She spread out the rice paper and ruler, ground the ink and picked up the brush, then turned her head to look at the young man and signaled him to speak.

Zi'an looked at Linglong's series of actions and couldn't help laughing. The decisive Linglong was so adorable.

He stood up, pulled Linglong to where he sat, took the pen from her hand, and said softly, "Sister, please sit down. I'll write while I talk."

Linglong nodded, and a rare hint of interest appeared on her cold face: "Okay."

Zi'an smiled and bent down to write: "Sister, I want to make our bookstore like a restaurant. We can serve some special snacks, read and discuss in the private room, and discuss poetry in the lobby."

Linglong raised his eyebrows. The young man had a very avant-garde mind. He rubbed the purple diamond on his ring with his fingertips and asked casually, "Are these people only girls and students?"

Zi'an paused as he wrote, then stood up incredulously, put down his brush, turned around, put his hands on the chair handles on both sides of Linglong, and asked in a trembling voice: "Sister, do you mean that you don't mind men also coming to the bookstore to chat?"

Linglong leaned back lazily and raised her eyes: "Women can gather together for horseback shooting, so why can't men?"

Although there are many restrictions on men in such a world, there are also men who are bold and unrestrained in private. She just puts these people in the open.

Zi'an's pupils dilated when he heard this. Linglong's words were truly unorthodox.

Looking at Zi'an's appearance, Linglong reached out and held him in her arms, then bent down and kissed his lips.

"Humanity refers to people, not gender. When it comes to fame and fortune, businessmen put their interests first, don't they?"

Zi'an looked at Linglong with his sparkling almond-shaped eyes. She really touched his heart. He found that he loved the woman in front of him more and more.

Thinking of this, Zi'an put his arms around the woman's neck, leaned close to her and rubbed her red lips carefully, saying vaguely: "Sister, I find that I love you more and more."

Linglong felt warm inside. She held the back of the boy's head with one hand and moved the other hand to the silk ribbon around his waist, responding to him.

When she meets a suitable and attractive partner, she can't remain calm. This little guy makes her angry again and again. If she doesn't teach him a lesson, he will definitely be very arrogant next time.

Zi'an felt his clothes loosen, and his hazy eyes suddenly cleared up. He was a little panicked and wanted to remind Linglong that they were outside, but it was too late. The coldness of the soft flesh on his waist made him tremble all over. The soft body was like a pool of water.

The soft voice was tinged with brokenness, and the woman's seductive words rang in my ears: "An An is so soft, she must taste delicious."

Zi'an groaned softly as he felt warmth and tingling in the tip of his ear, and his exposed fair skin began to turn pink and hot.

"Sister, sister, this is not possible."

Although his five senses are quite sharp, they are nothing compared to Linglong. He is now certain that Linglong did it on purpose. If she were at home, she would never treat him like this, because he was eager to give it to her.

Hearing Zi'an's soft voice with a tearful tone, Linglong stopped holding her hand under Zi'an's shirt and moved away a little. When she met the boy's misty eyes, her heart tightened and she felt that she had gone too far.

Linglong, who was frowning and racking her brains to think of how to coax the boy, helped him tidy up his clothes, tied his silk ribbon, and stroked his pretty eyebrows with her fingertips.

"sorry.

Before he could utter a single word, a slender finger covered his lips.

Zi'an lowered his eyes and blushed as he spoke softly, "Zi'an is fine, Zi'an is just a little shy."

She pursed her lips, looked up at Linglong, and said shyly: "Also, sister, can you go back and be with Zi'an..."

Zi'an couldn't continue, because there were emotions surging in Linglong's eyes that he couldn't understand, which was neither dangerous nor dangerous.

Linglong suppressed the restlessness in her body and despised herself in her heart. In her previous life, she thought that love was just a hassle, but now she was enjoying it.

Fearing that something might happen if she stayed with the boy, Linglong smoothed his hair and said, "An An, stay in your room. It's a mess out there. I'll be back soon."