Flirting

He Yanxi stood watching from a distance, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move a bit.

The midday sun fell on her embroidered cap, creating a layer of golden glitter, which fell like a spot of fire, scalding his body to pieces.

He knew that she must have said and done this for himself, and he felt both sweet and painful in his heart.

The sweet thing is that she still likes to care about herself in her heart, and the painful thing is that the father will never let go of his promise to the two of them. All efforts are in vain, and this matter will never be achieved.

They can only be a couple who have nothing to do with each other.

However, Gu Shan'er let out a soft drink, her arm muscles swelled up slightly, and she lifted the boulder up with her strength.Her body also sank due to the huge load. Under her feet was soft river mud, and those brightly colored embroidered shoes were deeply sunken.

It's like a camel supported by a reed, which will be crushed at any time.But she didn't, she stood up, and slowly lifted the boulder above her head, it seemed that infinite power was hidden in that thin and slender body, and it burst out at this moment.

She took a step forward, took another step forward, then steadied herself and walked forward with her usual slow pace.

At this time, everyone recovered from their astonishment, and let out a voice that seemed to be amazed and ashamed: "Hey! Hey!"

He Chonghai's expression was not good-looking, nor ugly, but he was silent, his eyes were cloudy and deep, hiding some kind of elusive emotion.He just waved his hand and pushed away the maid who was holding a fan to shade him, and followed behind Gu Fan'er.

Jiu'an Mountain had winding trails and dense forests. When he reached the halfway up the mountain, He Chonghai, who was still healthy and bony, began to breathe heavily, and his legs and feet felt a little sore.

But looking up at Gu Fan'er in front of her, her breathing was still as steady as usual, and her steps were still not hurried or slow, and she didn't even stop for a rest.

If she wasn't still holding that boulder in her hand, it almost made her think that she was just walking normally.Because her calm demeanor was almost the same as usual, except for a few drops of sweat on her forehead and nose, the rest was not the slightest difference.

He Chonghai panted and shouted to her: "Enough! Gu Faner! Enough!"

Like a defeated old man, he sat down on the ground and made the slightest concession that he rarely made.

"Tell me, which one do you like?"

Gu Fan'er stopped in her tracks, but she didn't put down the boulder immediately. Instead, she calmed down and said, "Your Majesty knows it in your heart!"

He Chonghai smacked her words carefully, and saw her eyes drifting leisurely behind him.

Not far below was He Yanxi who was leaning on crutches, staggering and limping, trying to keep up.

He felt unbelievable: "You actually fell in love with him!"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Okay!" He laughed loudly, as if he was happy about it, "This is my son's blessing!"

"Then... the king agrees?"

"Yes, I agreed. Tonight I will hold a big banquet to announce your marriage, and then choose another day to get married!"

After he finished speaking, the cheerful smile disappeared, and the serious and majestic expression returned to his face. He stood up without looking at Gu Faner, as if the pain in his legs was gone, and Go quickly down the hill.

When passing by He Yanxi, his gaze was very light, with a hint of anger falling on his weak son, then he quickly glanced away, walked behind him without saying a word.

Those maidservants followed in a hurry, rubbing He Yanxi's shoulders one by one, knocking him to the side of the path, and stepping into the thorn bushes half a person's height.

The thorny branches scratched his arms and cheeks, leaving tiny bloodstains.

Gu Fan'er put the stone on the gentle slope beside her, and shouted loudly at He Chonghai's back: "Thank you, my lord father!"

When He Chonghai heard this, his feet softened, his body swayed to the side, and then stabilized again, without stopping for a moment, he continued to walk down.

He Yanxi looked at Gu Shan'er with an almost reverent gaze, watching her walk towards him slowly with her hands raised.

She smiled happily, and her eyes were bent, covering the light shining into the forest through layers of branches and leaves, shining brightly.

"What are you doing standing there, my hands hurt so much."

He Yanxi hurriedly walked over, wiped her sweaty hands on her clothes before she dared to stretch out her hands cautiously, and gently supported her stiff arms, as if holding a light and sweet dream, fearful and frightened, lest she would lose her broken.

"Knead it!" She complained softly.

He Yanxi was just in a trance, when she urged her, he moved, pinched her wrist with a very light force, and stroked it gently as if he didn't dare to touch it.

"Try harder." She continued to complain.

With a little strength, he kneaded her wrist all the way up, and the whole palm was next to her white and warm skin, slowly pushing and kneading the tight and sore muscles under the skin.But my heart was fluttering uncontrollably, as if it was full of something, it was hot.

Gu Fan'er showed a very useful expression on her face, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed and raised slightly.

He clasped his elbow with his hand, and when he raised his head, his eyes fell on her crimson lips, and he couldn't move away.He stretched out his tongue and gently licked the dry skin of his mouth, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

She glanced at him with lowered eyes, pushed away his hand, tried to bend her arm, and twisted her wrist. There was still a slight tingling pain, but it was not serious.

Just smiled at him: "I feel much better."

"Sister Fan'er—" he called out, and looked at her with obsessive and eager eyes, "Are you mine?"

Gu Fan'er seemed to be frightened by his gaze or his blunt words, with an uncomfortable expression on her face, she seemed to want to smile, but the corners of her mouth were stiff and she couldn't pull it away.

But he didn't care at all, he hugged Gu Fan'er, got into her arms like a child, put his head on her shoulder, and smiled: "You are mine now."

The eye sockets were moist, and hot tears flowed down the nose and into the mouth, which was a little wet and salty.

But Gu Shan'er hesitated, her eyes rolled uneasily, her expression gradually became flustered, and there was a feeling of being at a loss lurking beneath the surface.

But soon, all these emotions were suppressed by her, and the light and bright smile appeared on her face again, she put her hands on his back, patted it carefully, and said softly: "Of course I belong to you." Yes, my person, my heart, all belong to you."

He Yanxi's body trembled slightly, and those skinny hands stretched out close to her waist, and the palms pressed tightly on her flat back, as if all the strength of her whole body was pressed on it.

He was so overwhelmed with joy that he couldn't speak, he just choked up and grinned again, like a mindless fool.

There are crisp birdsong and the rustling of the wind in the forest.

Gu Shan'er suddenly felt that this moment was so quiet and long, the warm body in her arms was nestling in front of her like a child, crying and laughing.

It gave her a subtle throbbing, something she hadn't expected, so she quickly pushed the person away from her.

It's just that there is still that soft smile on her face. If you look carefully, her eyes are dull at this moment, which seems a bit deliberate.

She pressed the corners of He Yanxi's eyes with her fingertips, gently wiped his tears, and said with a smile: "Why do you cry so much, are you a girl or am I?"

He Yanxi was a little embarrassed, and mumbled, "I don't usually like to cry."

Gu Shan smiled, as if she wanted to say something, but her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something, she stopped, lifted his chin with one hand, turned to his right side of the face, looked carefully, and said: "Hey, Your face has been scratched by thorns, and there are still thorns on it."

He Yanxi didn't care, and leaned closer to his face: "Sister, take it for me."

Gu's fan moved close to his face, carefully discerning the thorns stuck in his flesh, stretched out two fingers, gently picked it out, and even blew on the wound.

Half of He Yanxi's face was flushed red by her, even the flesh was red.

A pair of eyes just slipped to her side, slipped to her slightly parted lips, one could faintly see a little bit of bloody red lying behind the teeth, it was her hot tongue with steam.So he swallowed a little impatiently, and his breathing became heavy.

Gu Shan gave him a sideways look, she didn't know what he was thinking, so she let go of her hand, backed away, and said, as if deliberately teasing him, "We should go back."

He Yanxi grabbed her hand, blushing and shouted: "Sister..."

"how?"

"It's just... I can... you for a while..."

"what?"

He Yanxi didn't dare to say anything, but just looked at her shyly, grasped the crutch tightly with one hand, and touched the floating patterns on it back and forth, his palms were sweaty and greasy.

Gu Fan'er walked a few steps closer, grabbed his slippery hand, fingers rubbed against each other, and held it tightly.

Then her face got closer, so close that he could see the fine hairs on her face clearly, so close that his heart beat violently, so close that he closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at the eyes that were approaching suddenly.

Her lips were close to his, and with a thin line of distance between them, she let out a long breath, then wiped his cheek and moved away.

He was in a trance, as if he had kissed, but he didn't seem to have kissed. He only felt a hot breath sprayed in his mouth, which made his mouth numb and his hands and feet weak.

When he regained his composure and opened his eyes, there was no one in front of him.

Turning around and looking, Gu Shan'er had already walked down the mountain more than a dozen steps, and the long braid behind her swung briskly and then fell down quickly, like a red-faced black-boned folding fan that kept opening and closing, with a chic posture.