Under the flickering light, Jia Cong could no longer hide his feelings for the little girl Jinque. After a peck, he hurriedly backed away.

Even so, he was already overjoyed, feeling indescribably satisfied and happy in his heart.

Jinque was suddenly stunned by this gentle peck. For a moment, she seemed to be floating in the sky thousands of feet high, and her heart was about to burst with joy.

The two looked at each other in confusion for a long time, and Jin Que suddenly turned red, stared at Jia Cong, spat, and cursed in a low voice: "Bah... you are so young... how dare you... become a disciple?

son……"

After reluctantly saying this, Jin Que hurriedly turned around and ran out of the house, ignoring Jia Cong's screams.

Jia Cong looked at Jinque's hastily fleeing back, his eyes full of affection, but he did not dare to hold her back and ask her to stay.

Seeing her back disappear in the blink of an eye, the door curtain was shaking uncontrollably, making a small crashing sound that made Jia Cong feel confused.

He lowered his head, secretly regretting that he had acted recklessly and scared Xiao Qingqing. But at this moment, he really couldn't restrain his eagerness. Apart from a gentle kiss, he didn't know what else to do.

The candlelight was still beating slightly, and the warm light in the room flickered on and off. The door curtain slowly stopped shaking, and a slight night breeze passed through the bead curtain and quietly entered the room. It circled around in the air and came out again.

Got out.

Jia Cong sat in a chair in a daze, his eyes flashing with astonishing brightness.

I don't know how long it took, but the candle made a subtle "beep-beep-beep" sound. The candles exploded again and again, and the light in the room was a bit dazzling.

There was silence all around, and the little brocade bird still didn't come back.

Jia Cong not only regretted it at this time, but also felt a little scared: Where could this little girl run so late at night?

Thinking of the terrible night outside, Jia Cong could no longer sit still, so he stood up and started to walk out. As soon as he took a step, he heard the all-too-familiar footsteps coming from the yard, hurried and panicked.

His heart felt hot, and the rhythm of his pulse suddenly became chaotic and unstable.

The door curtain "cracked", which startled Jia Cong. He hurriedly raised his eyes and saw that it was Jin Que who came in with a large basin of water.

As soon as she entered the room, she glanced at Jia Cong first, then lowered her head, biting her lip, her eyes panicked, and her cheeks instantly turned from pink to bright red.

The water basin is heavy, the sparrow's steps stagger a little, its slender body is swaying, and the corners of its skirt are flying, which has a unique charm.

Jia Cong hurriedly ran over to help carry the water, but Jinque gave him a sharp look and scolded him: "It would be better if you sit down for me obediently. There is no need for you to do this. You have been so busy calling people all day long."

terribly upset……"

The little girl made a double entendre, with a slight irritation in her tone, but more of a doting tone.

She glared at Jia Cong again, but her cheeks turned even redder. Her eyes wandered, hurriedly drifting across his handsome face, and then towards the flickering candlelight.

"Sit down and let me wash you up. Go and have a rest. Isn't there something serious tomorrow?!"

She bit her lip and said, bending down to put the basin on the ground, rolling up her sleeves and squatting in front of Jia Cong, making her slender waist even more obvious.

Jia Cong giggled and let the little girl wet the towel in the basin and wipe his face carefully.

The two of them met each other's eyes by chance, and Jin Que immediately looked away, looking even more embarrassed. Jia Cong wanted to comfort her, but he really didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and gently pressed the back of her hand a few times.

.

"What are you doing again? Well..."

Jinque glanced at him hastily, but she only half-said what she wanted to say and swallowed it. She only dared to glance at him hastily, her expression a little flustered.

"Jinque, I...I..."

Jia Cong looked at Jinque, and the more he looked at it, the more excited he became. He murmured, but suddenly felt flustered and short of breath, and could not speak.

"Sit tight for me!"

Jinque gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, stretched out her hand to push him down on the chair, then tucked up her skirt, squatted on the ground, removed his shoes and socks, and pressed his feet into the basin.

The warm water vapor spread along his feet, and Jia Cong's whole body felt indescribably warm and comfortable. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jinque's shiny black hair.

Her hair was loosely tied behind her head, which showed that her neck was thin and long. Viewed from behind, Jinque looked even more slender, so thin that it made people feel distressed.

"Jinque...you...you are too thin...at least eat more meat from now on...it won't make people feel bad..."

Jia Cong was full of emotions, and every word and sentence he spoke made Jinque's heart flutter.

She lowered her head to wash Jia Cong's feet without saying a word.

"Jinque...I...you..."

Seeing that she remained silent, Jia Cong suddenly became bolder and reached out to gently pat her thin shoulder.

Jin Que suddenly stiffened, and couldn't help but raise her head and curse: "You want to die, and you do whatever you want to do again, I..."

When she raised her head, she happened to meet Jia Cong's extremely bright eyes, and she was immediately speechless.

His eyes were so bright and beautiful, they were like stars in the sky.

"Jinque, can I marry you?"

Jia Cong asked in a low voice.

"Huh? What, what did you say..."

Jin Que's heart suddenly suddenly overflowed with surprise.

"I said I would marry you, okay?"

Jia Cong asked softly again, with a gentle look on his face.

"You and I……"

Jin Que was stunned, speaking incoherently, and her eyes suddenly shone brightly. But in an instant, her expression dimmed.

"Wash your feet well...what are you talking nonsense...did you drink tonight..."

Jinque lowered her head, grabbed Jia Cong's feet in panic, and rubbed them hard, causing Jia Cong's pain.

"Please be gentle...it hurts...speak quickly...are you willing to marry me and be my wife?!"

Jia Cong hurriedly asked. The slightest change in Jinque's expression fell into his eyes. He was a little flustered for a moment and hurriedly asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, you..."

Jinque was slightly startled, and hurriedly lowered her head and fell silent. Jia Cong saw that her delicate body seemed to be shaking a little, and the strength in her hands was much weaker.

"I'm not talking nonsense. What I said is that I really want to marry you. Are you willing or not?"

Jinque still lowered her head and said nothing. She held Jia Cong's feet with both hands and stopped moving, but her thin shoulders were shaking a little.

"Are you... willing..."

Jia Cong asked, feeling very panicked and afraid that Jin Que would say the word "unwilling".

Fortunately, Jinque remained silent, but her breathing was strange. Her thin body was shaking more and more violently. Jia Cong even felt a few warm tears falling on his feet. She seemed to be crying.

Jia Cong was immediately at a loss and asked in a low voice: "Jinque, what's wrong with you? You're fine, why are you crying?"

It was okay if he didn't ask, but when he asked, Jin Que even started to sob and cry, and his whole body was shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Chapter completed!