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"What are you doing?" Diao Chan turned around and said coquettishly, "You scared me."

"You smell really good." Qian Mingduo leaned over to the back of Diao Chan's neck and took a deep sniff. "When I stew you, I won't need to add any seasoning. It will definitely be very fragrant."

"Bad guy" Diao Chan glared at him shyly, "Why do you always want to eat me? Why don't you stew yourself?"

"Didn't you say that if we were going to stew it, we would stew it together?"

"Did I say that?" Diao Chan said complacently. "You seem to have remembered it wrongly?"

"You're bullying honest people again." Qian Mingduo said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you that bullying honest people is a crime?"

"Really?" Diao Chan said wickedly, "Then go to the government office and sue me! Tell the official that Ren Hongchang bullied me and ask the official to make the decision."

"How can I sue you? Should I tell the county magistrate that Ren Hongchang doesn't want to take a bath with me? The county magistrate will beat me to death with a stick."

"What did you mean by taking a bath together? What is a bath together?"

"It's like two people are put into a big pot together and stewed by others"

"Oh! Stewing them together makes us a couple's bath. There's nothing we can do about it." Diao Chan turned her head and snorted complacently.

"When a person is beautiful, everything she does looks good. Even the most ordinary household chores can be performed so beautifully by her." Qian Mingduo, sitting on a stone bench, looked at Diao Chan with a gentle and focused gaze, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every detail of her in his heart. He narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the beauty in front of him, and an indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in his heart. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you these days?" Diao Chan said in a low voice, "You keep looking at me no matter what!"

"Because you are so beautiful, I can't help but admire you."

"I don't even think I'm that good-looking, so how come in your eyes... I'm so beautiful?"

"Fuck!" Qian Mingduo couldn't help but swear, "If you're not beautiful anymore, I'm afraid there will be no word 'beautiful' in this world, no, in the whole universe."

"Although I don't understand what you said," Diao Chan blinked and said, "but you said I was beautiful... I still like to hear such words."

"Have you thought about what you want me to call you?" Qian Mingduo said, "I really don't like calling you Hongchang. It sounds too bad to you."

"My father and mother used to call me Chan'er. Can you call me that too?"

"That's what the elders call you. How can I call you that?"

"Then what do you call me?" Diao Chan wrinkled her cute nose. "Several sisters of the same generation at home call me Diao Chan, so why don't you call me that too?"

When Diao Chan said the name "Diao Chan", Qian Mingduo's heart was excited again.

"That's what your peers call you. I don't want to call you that either."

"You don't call me by my elders, and you don't call me by my peers either." For some reason, Diao Chan's face turned slightly red. She thought Qian Mingduo might call her by a very intimate name that he would only call her by when they were alone. "Then what do you want to call me?"

"You are so beautiful and you like to eat pork, why not call you a vain pig?" Qian Mingduo tilted his head towards Diao Chan. "What do you think?"

Diao Chan glanced at Qian Mingduo, turned away aggrievedly, and said slowly: "Brother Zhou Jun, I feel that you have changed a lot in the past few days, as if you have become a completely different person."

"Why don't I feel any changes in myself?" Qian Mingduo pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Are you too sensitive these days?"

"No," Diao Chan pouted her beautiful cherry lips and said slowly, "You never praised me for my good looks before, and always said how ugly I was, and even said I was an ugly freak... But these two days... Whenever we meet, you keep staring at me, and always praise me for my good looks..."

"Brother Zhou Jun!" Qian Mingduo said in his heart, "You really don't understand romance. You keep saying that such a beautiful woman is ugly. It seems that you need to wear glasses."

"You have a stunningly beautiful face." Qian Mingduo lowered his head and walked out of the kitchen. "You just don't know it."

After dinner, when Qian Mingduo was about to leave the courtyard, Diao Chan called him and whispered in his ear, "I want to go to the pond tonight."

Qian Mingduo originally wanted to ask Diao Chan why she went to the pond, but after Diao Chan said this, she turned around and went back to the house.

Back in his own courtyard, Qian Mingduo placed a bamboo chair at the door and fanned himself with a palm leaf fan. He looked at the bright red sunset glow in the sky and pondered over Diao Chan's words. He couldn't figure out what they meant, so he simply stopped thinking about them. Anyway, it would be dark soon, and he would know when he got there.

Apart from the chirping of insects in the grass, summer nights in the countryside in ancient times were quiet and peaceful.

The pond was like a huge mirror, reflecting the moon and stars. Qian Mingduo saw a beautiful figure sitting by the pond from afar. The willow branches beside her swayed gently in the breeze, like nature's paintbrush, depicting a dreamlike picture.

Qian Mingduo didn't want to scare Diao Chan, so when he was about to reach her, he coughed softly.

"I saw you coming a long time ago," Diao Chan said, turning around, "pacing leisurely in a square step."

"I'm afraid of scaring you, so I walked over here slowly." Qian Mingduo sat down next to Diao Chan. The faint orchid fragrance emanating from her body made Qian Mingduo unable to help but put his nose up and take a deep sniff.

"Hateful." Diao Chan said coquettishly, "I'm not wearing any makeup, how can I have the fragrance you say I have?"

"To say that you smell like powder is an insult to you." Qian Mingduo said softly, "Your fragrance is as elegant and refreshing as an orchid in a valley, refreshing and refreshing."

Qian Mingduo's eyes were fixed on Diao Chan's pair of pink jade feet. His eyes seemed to be filled with fire as he greedily admired the beauty in the water.

Diao Chan's jade feet swayed gently in the water, creating ripples. Her toes were long and slender, as if carved from white jade, and each one exuded a charming luster, making people want to touch them.

Qian Mingduo's breathing became rapid, and his throat rolled unconsciously. An irresistible desire surged in his heart, wanting to hold this pair of beautiful jade feet in his hands and savor them carefully.

He didn't understand why he had such a strong interest and obsession with women's feet. This feeling seemed to be inexplicable, as if it was an instinctive drive that attracted him involuntarily.

Whenever he saw the beautiful feet of women, he would feel an indescribable impulse and desire in his heart. Perhaps this was related to some unsatisfied emotional needs deep in his heart, but he himself could not explain the specific reason.