don't mess with her

After that day, Cheng Jin made excuses to see Wei Mu from time to time, and the master's arrangement was always pushed as soon as possible. He looked very busy, but he also had to pretend to be sneaky.

Looking back, that period of time was also the happiest time for Weimu in Ninghe. Although it was not long, it should be said that it was only two or three days, but she always felt satisfied when she recalled it. It was only a few hours, and she kept recalling , with the company of Cheng Jin, I learned all the handicrafts that I couldn't sit down before.

She finally understood a sentence, the person she likes is by her side, no matter what she does, she feels comfortable, even the most superficial trance.

However, even in a daze, she was thinking of Cheng Jin.

Later, Weimu kept thinking about why she liked Cheng Jin so much. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't understand, but undoubtedly, during those three days together, her feelings for her grew a little deeper.

It's just that on Cheng Jin's side, Weimu has never been willing to admit it, refused to believe it, she was buried in her own cognition and refused to come out.

In this way, all illusions are logical.

Occasionally, Cheng Jin took a book and leaned on the chair to read it, while she was busy with her own work, the two of them didn't speak and chat, the atmosphere was very quiet, she planted a small potted plant, would show her a look, and did embroidery work Will give her a look.

Cheng Jin always responded with a smile, and Wei Mu half-kneeled and raised her head to listen to her explain her views in detail.

After two days like this, Weimu almost indulged in such days.

One afternoon, Cheng Jin came to look for her as usual, Weimu put down the little clay figurine she was still making, and went to meet her, Cheng Jin walked in a hurry, seeing Weimu just smiled.

"Why is it so early today?"

"Nothing to do today." After she finished speaking, she looked back and walked in with Weimu.

Weimu put the newly dried pillow on Cheng Jin's recliner, took two small books and put them in front of her, and smiled at her slightly.

I don't know what's wrong, Cheng Jin always likes those tacky folk stories, she doesn't read them with the emotion of being deeply involved, but appreciates them with an interesting state.

Simply, I searched for these things in my spare time.

Cheng Jin chose a book with an appropriate title, Weimu pursed her lips, and put the other book back on the shelf. When she came out again, Cheng Jin was already leaning on the recliner, reading the book lazily.

Weimu smiled and moved over, and moved the big pot of mud just now.

Seeing this, Cheng Jin asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Weimu smiled and didn't look up at her, "I found a fun one. I went to find someone to draw our portraits, and I found a craftsman to learn the craft. Maybe tomorrow, I can see if I can make a villain."

Cheng Jin smiled, stretched out her hand and suddenly pinched Weimu's chin. She didn't want to do anything, just pinched and rubbed lightly.

Weimu stopped holding the muddy hand, and wanted to look up at her, but she was afraid that if she looked up, her hand and chin would miss it.

She dared not move.

You can only slow down the movements of your hands and feel the delicate touch.

"Where are you going to put it when you're done?" Cheng Jin suddenly asked in a low voice.

Weimu was in a good mood, and his words were much more relaxed: "My room, put it on the window sill, and we put it together."

After she finished speaking, Cheng Jin's hand suddenly stopped, and then retracted, Weimu felt strange, turned to look at her, but saw that there seemed to be an annoyed smile on her face.

Weimu bit her lip.

Cheng Jin laughed: "I thought you would give me a pair."

Wei Mu let out a cry, she had thought about it.

"But I'm afraid you don't like it."

Cheng Jin tilted his head and smiled: "Why do you think I don't like it?"

Surprised, Weimu wiped her face subconsciously, and looked at Cheng Jin with bright eyes: "Do you like it?"

Cheng Jin's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he took the book in another hand, stretched out the free hand, wiped off the mud on Weimu's face, moved closer, did not withdraw his hand, but raised his fingertips, Touching her muddy fingertips in the air, with some wet mud on her hands, she turned her head to look at Weimu, and said with a smile, "I also want to put a pair on the windowsill."

After she finished speaking, she put the bit of mud on Weimu's nose, "Is it okay?"

Or thought it was funny, after saying this, she laughed.

Weimu was so intimidated by her facial expressions that she didn't know what to say, and it took a while to realize that her legs were numb and she didn't feel uncomfortable, so she just nodded her head and said yes, yes, yes, yes.

Seeing her amused look, Cheng Jin reached out and put the piece of dirt on her fingertips in front of her eyes.

Weimu: "What?"

"Wipe me off."

Weimu gave a dumbfounded oh, picked up a wet towel beside her and wiped her hands.

When it was clean, Cheng Jin reached out and patted her head, "Okay, now you don't bother me to read a book, and I don't bother you to be a clay figurine."

After she finished speaking, she leaned back on the reclining chair easily, but she was not admiring, and she was completely distracted by the teasing.

I was already proficient in the craft, but I couldn't do it well in an afternoon, and I always couldn't do it well.

After finally finishing Cheng Jin's, she looked at it lightly and smirked for a while, then turned around and wanted to ask if she looked like her, but unfortunately, she saw that it was indeed a person with a book covering her head, already asleep.

Weimu laughed, wiped her hands with a wet towel, got up on her knees, and wanted to go over, but because her legs hadn't moved all afternoon, she suddenly became paralyzed, unsteady and fell over directly, throwing herself into Cheng Jin's arms inside.

That day she finally understood why those scripts always said that women who are soft and soft don't like them.

She felt that she was a little obsessed with Cheng Jin.

Weimu swallowed her saliva, Cheng Jin showed no sign of being woken up, she slowed down for a while, walked over quietly, first patted her hand, then called her name a few times, but she still slept soundly.

Weimu licked her lips, stepped forward gently, and quietly removed the book she had covered. When she reached her eyes, she saw her frowning suddenly because of the light, and Weimu suddenly stopped in fright.

But Cheng Jin just frowned, showing no signs of waking up, Weimu pursed her lips, became more careful, and brought the books bit by bit.

Since the last time she came out of her mother's house and lay in bed for so many days, Weimu rarely looked at her like this.

It seems that no matter how you look at it, you will never get bored, and every place can make her linger, she thought, she is so beautiful, why is she so beautiful.

Looking a little crazy, she felt Cheng Jin's breathing evenly, and she unconsciously smiled.

But suddenly, Cheng Jin's eyelashes trembled a few times, Weimu took a step back in fright, but she only trembled.

Such a trembling made Weimu tremble a little.

She hasn't woken up for so long.

Weimu licked her lips again, pressed against the edge of the recliner, and leaned forward a little. The closer she got to her, the more nervous she became, and she could even feel her heart pounding.

At this moment, a little wind suddenly blew, blowing the hair around her ears, making her itchy, but it was not the ears that were more itchy.

She controlled her breathing, for fear that Cheng Jin would wake up because of this.

Her lips are right in front of her eyes, just like that, the longing in Weimu's heart is getting stronger and stronger, it turned out that she had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Weimu's hands clenched on both sides, and she could even feel the wetness.

When she was about to touch, she suddenly saw the person in front of her smile, and then her waist was hugged, and a force lifted her up, and the unexplained change made her scream, and when everything quieted down again, she had already Being crushed by Cheng Jin.

In this way, her heart beat faster.

"You want to do something bad while I'm sleeping?" Cheng Jin looked at her with a smile.

This was the first time that Cheng Jin approached her so actively, Weimu realized that her body was completely out of his control, and her arms were still around Cheng Jin's neck.

Thinking of this, she felt a little hot on her face.

"No, I'm just, I'm just..." Weimu stammered.

Cheng Jin turned his head to look at her, "Just want to kiss me secretly?"

Wei Mudun suddenly mustered up courage in the next second: "Yes, I just want to kiss you."

Cheng Jin didn't expect her to be like this, and was taken aback by her sudden loud words. After a while, he smiled, and with one free hand, he straightened her somewhat messy hair.

She didn't respond, she just did all this gently, letting go of the body that was pressing her.

Weimu felt ashamed, of course she felt ashamed of being caught like this, and took advantage of this opportunity to break free from her arms.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Weimu looked at the clay figurine on the ground, suddenly let out an ah, pointed to it and asked, "Do you like it?"

Cheng Jin tidied up and got up, sat down beside her, the two sat side by side, Cheng Jin's hand was placed behind Weimu's back, seemingly in an embrace, and said: "I like it, but."

She said this, but didn't go on.

Weimu looked back at her, "Huh? But what?"

Cheng Jin looked at the unformed little clay figurine on one side, did not look back at her, and said in a low voice, "I like you more."

Whether this you are Weimu or Weimu's little clay figurine, Weimu thought about it for a long time.

This afternoon, except for the slight changes just now, there is no difference from the previous two days.

In fact, Weimu understood that she had already discussed with Cheng Jin, and Cheng Jin had also told her that everything that happened in the future should not be taken too seriously.

But she still took it seriously, and the more she sank, drinking poison to quench her thirst wanted more.

Some even expected Cheng Jin to act like her.

That night, she tossed and turned unable to sleep, closed her eyes, her mind was full of Cheng Jin's words, I like you more.

I like you more.

The next morning, as if she had just fallen asleep, the door was knocked open. She opened her eyes and saw Cheng Jin walking in with a beam of light from outside the door.

Weimu got up from the bed and looked at Cheng Jin in front of her, who seemed to be in a good mood. She rubbed her eyes, and when she saw Cheng Jin coming up, she suddenly held her hand, and said with a soft smile, "Come on, let's act in front of the master." go."