Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

As soon as Zhu Jiu finished his sarcastic remark, his mouth was pinched.

There was silence outside the house for a moment.

He pushed Jingzhi's hand away, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, "Why were you angry just now?"

"Is it because I didn't know what was best for me and fought back?"

Jing choked, then raised her middle finger and lightly tapped his forehead.

"You're so stupid! In my previous life, I never let you get hurt. I'm not angry, I'm just heartbroken."

Zhu Jiu blankly touched his red brow and asked, "Are you really not angry with me? In this matter, it was clearly me who kissed first..."

He was halfway through his words when she stopped him from speaking.

Jingzhi pulled his hand down, lightly touched the dark circles under his eyes, and then gently stood on tiptoe. Just as she was about to peck him, Zhu Jiu suddenly took a step back.

"My face is covered in dust, don't..."

His heels slowly landed on the ground, Jingzhi sighed, lowered his head to adjust his wrinkled collar, suddenly shook his head helplessly and smiled faintly.

"I find that I can't be mad at you."

"If you insist on finding someone who made a mistake, then I, who didn't reject you, am also a sinner. Shouldn't Ah Zheng be angry with me too?"

The person in the room tightly grasped the water scoop and quickly responded, "I'm not angry with you."

Jingzhi: "...Hurry up and wash, the water is getting cold."

I've been in there for a long time, and there's not even a sound of water.

One or two of them both make her worry.

The sound of water gradually rose in her ears, and she took a step closer to Zhu Jiu, but her toe kicked a sword that had lost its scabbard.

Jingzhi lowered his head to take a look, but before he could squat down to pick it up, Zhu Jiu raised his toes and the sword flew into the air and was caught steadily by him.

Without even turning his head, he threw the sword back casually. With a swish, the sword fit right into the scabbard.

Jingzhi withdrew her gaze and gently punched him on the chest again.

"I know you two are both skilled fighters, but when the three of you are together, friction is inevitable. If you want to spar in the future, don't use knives or guns, and don't point your knives at your family members."

"……it is good."

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

She came out of the thatched cottage with a white towel draped over her shoulders and her hair slightly wet.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had been washed away, but there was a crack at the corner of his lip, from which blood was slowly oozing out.

Jingzhi quickly pinched the corner of his towel to press on his wound and said to Zhu Jiu:

"It's your turn now. Hurry up and get in. The water is really getting cold this time. I'll take him to get some medicine first."

Zhu Jiu kept looking back as he stepped over the threshold. After closing the door, he opened it a crack and said, "I..."

Jingzhi: "I know what you are going to say."

Her face suddenly flushed, her fingers entwined with the sleeves of the thatched cottage, and she lowered her head and whispered softly, "Then wash quickly."

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged away by Caolu.

Looking at the two clasped hands, Zhu Jiu gritted his teeth and secretly complained.

The big-tailed wolf always pretends to be pitiful in front of her!

Hearing a dark hum behind him, Cao Lu raised his eyebrows, without turning his head, and smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, there's still plenty of time. You can take your time washing. There's still plenty of hot water in the kitchen. If it's not enough, add more yourself."

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The next second, the sound of splashing water came from the room.

Cao Lu quickened his pace and suddenly felt regretful for what he had just said.

He walked faster and faster, and Jingzhi almost had to jog to avoid being pulled down by him.

"What are you doing?"

With a bang, the door of his room closed.

The bolt was pulled and the lock was unlocked.

The stunned Jingzhi was hugged by him, and after a spin, the two of them sat on the chairs beside the table.

To be exact, on the same chair.

Jingzhi sat on his legs.

As soon as she sat down, her brows furrowed and the pain in her eyes couldn't stop flowing out.

Too thin, it hurts my butt.

"Eat well from now on, you're almost as skinny as a bag of bones."

Cao Lu responded softly, thinking that there was no time. He said "I, I, I" a few times, but before he could finish asking for a kiss, he heard footsteps approaching quickly. He became anxious, tilted his head slightly, aimed at her neck, opened his mouth and bit it.

The water droplets flowed down his hair into her collar, feeling a little cool and a little itchy.

But she had no time to care about that. When he bit her, she frowned and groaned, then raised her hand and pushed his chin away.

"Let go, let go! I'm not a duck neck, and you're not a vampire. Why are you biting me? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

The two wooden doors were suddenly shaken violently, but fortunately the bolts were strong enough and the doors did not open.

Zhu Jiu cursed outside, "I heard everything. Are you capable of this? If you really hurt her, I'll see who will feel the pain!"

Jingzhi covered her mouth, looked down at the thatched cottage on her neck with some bewilderment, and whispered softly: "I...I just feel pain."

Caolu glanced at the figure at the door, slowly loosened his grip, and then, like a blood-sucking mosquito, he grabbed a small piece of skin on her neck and began sucking.

Jingzhi felt like she had lost all hope in life, her cell fluid was almost sucked out.

But she didn't dare cry out in pain anymore, purely to save Caolu's reputation.

The door couldn't be opened, so Zhu Jiu looked for another shortcut.

He kicked off and jumped in through the window.

The almost dead Jingzhi was pulled out of Zhu Jiu's arms from the thatched cottage.

The two strawberries on her neck that were about to bleed were particularly obvious, and a tooth mark with blood beads bursting out was imprinted on her white neck, which looked a little scary.

"You! Look at yourself. How can she not feel pain? She's not dead. You..."

Zhu Jiu really didn't know what to say to him.

To be honest, he was a little too shy to curse.

Because in his previous life, he knew nothing at the beginning and was also so reckless.

The man had strong hands, and he often accidentally hurt her when they were together.

Jingzhi touched his neck lightly, endured the pain, and smiled at the two of them, "I'm fine, Ah Zheng doesn't understand, don't talk about him."

"Don't laugh if you don't want to. Your eyes are red, and you're still speaking for him." Zhu Jiu was sulking with a long face.

She hooked her feet over the chair and sat down, took out the ointment from her pinky ring and gently applied it to her.

Cao Lu sat beside him somewhat helplessly, not daring to argue with him anymore.

"I'm sorry, I... was just a little impatient."

"I don't blame you." She took the ointment from Zhu Jiu's hand, picked up a little, and gently applied it to the corner of Cao Lu's mouth. "Next time I say stop, you will let go. Do you understand?"

"Okay." Cao Lu nodded obediently, stood up, walked to the door and opened it, "I'll go boil an egg for him to roll his eyes."

Jingzhi saw that he looked uneasy and lonely, and her heart ached, and she stood up.

He called Xigui and told him to boil eggs, then closed the door and fastened the bolt again.

When she turned around, the two men stared at her with burning eyes. If she locked the door, would she...

The two people who were full of anticipation gradually showed a bit of aggression in their eyes. Jingzhi's back was pressed tightly against the door panel, and her palms were sweating with nervousness.

"How about you guys have another fight to blow off some steam?"

Cao Lu and Zhu Jiu said nothing, but took a step forward at the same time and surrounded her behind the door.

She gave up.

Jingzhi flipped her hand and clenched two thin sticks in her fist. "Draw them. Whoever draws the red stick first will get two strawberries planted on him."

Cao Lu and Zhu Jiu looked at each other and attacked almost at the same time.

After seeing the bottom of the lottery ticket clearly, they were all delighted and showed their lottery tickets.

Both are red sticks.

"No, that's impossible! I clearly..."

Jingzhi took the stick and looked at it, only to find that the palm of her hand was also red.

Oh, by the way, her palms were sweating and the red stain was on her finger.

"No, no, let's do it again!"

Zhu Jiu took the lead and took a step closer, gently holding her waist, "No, I'm obviously a red sign."

Cao Lu pursed his lips and hugged the other half of her body, "Mine too."

"Then...what should we do?"

"Together?"

Jingzhi was shocked, "How come together?"

Zhu Jiu chuckled and raised his chin towards Cao Lu, who looked embarrassed. "You help him first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he asked Jingzhi for credit, "Am I okay?"

Jingzhi was speechless. "Move your head away from my neck before you say that. You're going to rub off the ointment."

Zhu Jiu: "I'll help you apply it again later, okay?"

Jingzhi gritted her teeth, looked at his dark circles under his eyes, but couldn't bear to blame him.

I had no choice but to turn towards the thatched cottage, only to see that his collar was slightly loose, his collarbone half exposed, and he tilted his head and lowered his eyes to stare out the window, as if there was something there that attracted him.

However, his constantly moving Adam's apple and the slightly loud swallowing sound betrayed his nervousness.

Is he... ready?

"A Zheng, you..."

Cao Lu's ears turned red, and he said in a muffled voice, "You... come on, I will definitely learn well."

"Oh, you're still so cute."

She smiled and leaned over...

Cao Lu was a little dazed and didn't have the courage to look down at what she was doing.

The slight sting in his neck was a bit arousing, making his heart itch.

Is this the right kind of intimacy?

I don't know who started it, but while planting strawberries, they ended up planting them in her mouth.

The three of them rolled into a ball behind the door.

The little turtle waited and waited, but couldn't understand why the medicine rolled into a ball.

After waiting for a long time, the eggs were getting cold. He had no choice but to knock on the door.

Jingzhi pushed away the incessant Zhu Jiu, straightened her messy shirt, and punched him.

"Look at you, how am I supposed to get out now?"

The strawberry marks on her neck were connected into a string, as if she had just been hanged.