The orange candlelight on the table pulled the two of them very long.

The drizzle outside the door fell on the edge of the threshold, dripping like some kind of sleeping song, which made the people in the house feel at ease.

The fragrance of noodles slowly spreads into the house.

"Tan, Tan Lang..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly put down the bowl and called him without raising his head.

The pronunciation of "Lang" is very long, soft and glutinous, and itchy.

Ouyang Rong thought about it and changed his name to "Seventeen Niang."

"Don't let Shiqi Niang be like an elder, but she's still a little unfamiliar. You... call me my nickname."

“Sanna?”

Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes: "Well, before, only my mother and father could call me a nickname, and I might have called me."

Ouyang Rong was distressed: "Why does it feel so numb to use the sound?"

"Tanlang, you... OK, then stop shouting. Mr. Ouyang called me to thank my wife, remember to be polite."

Xie Lingjiang grabbed the chopsticks again, squinted his eyes and competed with the remaining noodles in the bowl, and poked them one by one.

Ouyang Rong smiled: "Okay, mahjong."

Xie Lingjiang reminded: "A gentleman is cautious in his own self, while Mr. Ouyang is cautious in his words."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I understand, my wife."

Xie Lingjiang held up the bowl with both hands, lay on his back and took a small sip of the noodle soup, stood up, took the bowl out, and couldn't see the expression clearly:

"Ignore you, go to wash the dishes."

Ouyang Rong blinked and immediately stood up to follow.

Xie Lingjiang walked out the door. When the night wind blew, she tightened the warm fox white fur shawl and felt someone following behind her.

Xie Ling and Jiang Hongdu's lips bent down hard, walked along the corridor and into the kitchen, cleanly cleaning the dishes and chopsticks.

Ouyang Rong also slipped into the kitchen and saw her beautiful appearance standing in front of the sink on the stove, washing dishes with virtuous appearance.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and checked, tied his skirt around his waist, and walked forward.

He approached the delicate body of the noble lady of Xie from behind, stretched out his hands, grabbed the soft horn, and washed dishes and chopsticks with her.

Sure enough, Ouyang Rong found that the beauty in her arms showed no sign of struggle, but her head was lowered.

After just changing into monk's clothes, she was soaked in rain. She cut off a long strip of fabric from the hem of her skirt as a hair ribbon, tied up like a forged black hair, and tied it into a tall ponytail.

The soft black hair is like willow branches in West Lake, brushing across Ouyang Rong's right face and chin, a little itchy.

Ouyang Rong sniffed the fragrance of his hair, tilted his head to avoid it, and immediately saw the scallion oil stains on the corner of Xie Lingjiang's mouth.

He reached into his arms, paused, and silently withdrew his hand that was about to take out his handkerchief.

Why not wipe her with something else?

Someone nodded.

Xie Lingjiang didn't know Tan Lang's little thoughts behind him.

With the experience from the last time, the two of them stood close to each other in front of the stove, and they had a lot of understanding.

She moved her buttocks slightly, and her body moved slightly, and she cooperated with Ouyang Rong's approach.

Xie Lingjiang no longer asked him if he had a skirt knife, or if he had a skirt knife.

But at some point, for some reason, her face turned redder, her breathing like orchids, her fragrant neck bent like a swan, and her head lowered to wash dishes became a little awkward.

The two of them were speechless and enjoyed the leisurely time of washing dishes for a while.

Until Xie Lingjiang spoke timidly:

"Tanlang, I have done something stupid before."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes: "Hmm? What's the matter?"

Xie Lingjiang whispered hard to speak:

"At the time in Donglin Temple, Aunt Zhen had an intention to get engaged and took the initiative to discuss with my father. That night, my father asked me about my wish..."

"so what."

Xie Lingjiang mustered up the courage to say: "So... refusal to marry is not actually his wish. On the contrary, he encouraged him very much. The reason is that it was me..."

She suddenly turned around and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist: "Tanlang, I'm so stupid, really, why am I so stupid..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and interrupted: "It is normal to be unfamiliar with me when we first meet. I never believe in love at first sight. Slow warmth is the way to last."

Xie Lingjiang looked up at his calm face and murmured:

"But I have been thinking about it recently and even dreaming about it. If I didn't have so many pretentious ideas at the beginning, it would be great to adopt Ah Father's suggestion. Maybe we all..."

"What are they?"

She longed for: "We all went through Yuanzheng together in Wuyi Lane..."

Ouyang Rong pondered for a while and shook his head: "I think it's good now."

Xie Lingjiang asked carefully: "Aren't you angry when you are rejected and denied?"

He pointed at the clear water and pointed the tip of her raised nose:

"I'm not angry, but I'm a little happy, because this is my junior sister, who is arrogant and serious without hitting the wall and not looking back...

"But it seems to have changed a little now."

Ouyang Rong's tone was a little confused: "Has he been stimulated?"

"Nothing exciting..." She turned her eyes slightly.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:

"But now, you may need to wait a while. The situation in Xunyang City is a bit strange. There is nothing wrong now, but many people are waiting. If you take a wrong step, it will be doomed. Can you wait for us to leave Xunyang and go to Luoyang..."

"Okay, I know everything, you don't have to worry about explaining."

Xie Lingjiang pressed his mouth with two green onion fingers and quickly expressed his thoughts:

"I understand, I will be very obedient. I won't mention engagement or something to delay your business."

Ouyang Rong remained silent for a while, and suddenly pointed at her red lips:

"I didn't wipe my mouth."

Xie Lingjiang looked ashamed, raised the back of her hand and tried to wipe the corner of her mouth. Ouyang Rong pressed her hand. The two of them stared at each other for a while. His body suddenly leaned forward. Xie Lingjiang widened her beautiful eyes, her face was briefly panicked, her eyes tried to close, and her eyelashes trembled.

"Where is the lady?"

"Please go here."

Just then, there were shouts from Wan Qing and the maids of Xie, as well as the monks' guidance.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang were separated from stress.

"Miss, you're fine, Madam is looking for you everywhere, worried that you'll be wet from the rain..."

Xie Lingjiang wiped his wet hands on the monk's robes, walked over and lowered his head to tidy up his clothes.

Ouyang Rong let out a long sigh, turned his head to look at the sky that had already stopped rain, and sighed helplessly.

Xie Lingjiang turned his face and begged mercifully: "Don't be sad, okay? I'm sad, you are sad, my heart is cut off."

Ouyang Rong nodded immediately and controlled his emotions: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Xie Lingjiang glanced outside the door, and before the maid could enter the yard, she suddenly rushed into Ouyang Rong's arms and hugged him tightly.

Ouyang Rong was a little confused by her, but when he reacted, he immediately hugged her back with both arms.

In the dark kitchen, the two of them face to face and hugged each other tightly.

Even if we can meet tomorrow, the separation between passionate couples is like a bond and difficult to separate.

Xie Lingjiang ignored it and wanted to rub all his delicate body into his chest.

Unfortunately, compared with other girls in the world, her two hot beating hearts with Tan Lang are always a few inches away.

With a jade man full of heart, Ouyang Rong instantly felt an unprecedented sense of happiness.

In the past, I could see from afar and not play with it, but now I am my son's canteen...

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, leaned into his ear, and explained in a low voice:

"Dan Lang, I'll leave first, but... but there are two soaked clothes in the room. Can you... dry it for me?"

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, Xie Lingjiang's lips wiped the fabric on Ouyang Rong's shoulders hard, ran away with a red face, and flew away like a flying one.

Ouyang Rong was stunned, touched the oil stain on his shoulder with his fingers, and looked at the figure of the young girl in a monk's clothes leaving in a drying dress and a fox white fur shawl. He couldn't help but frown and wonder.

By the way, didn’t she take the dress and the close-fitting gauze away? What other clothes are there to be left to trouble him to dry? Are you socks? Wait...

In an instant, a gentleman's face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!