The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"I..."

Xia Ling lowered her head.

There was a blush on her fair and pretty face.

However, she said, "Brother Tang, I have nothing more to say. You let go of me. If others see this, it will be a misunderstanding."

Xia Ling originally wanted to flirt with Tang Nan again at night to settle their relationship.

However, she did not expect that Tang Nan was a person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. When she flirted with him, he became so passionate.

Looking at them now, if she flirted with him again, it might become a raging fire. It would be out of control once it was ignited.

In this era, without marriage, Xia Ling would never have that kind of relationship with Tang Nan.

Otherwise, if there was a mistake, she would put herself in a passive position.

"Good girl." Tang Nan curled his lips.

As expected, he got up and patted the girl's head gently as if he was comforting a small animal.

Then, he held her hand in his.

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

Seeing that his house was in front, but it was already so late, Tang Nan was not at ease about Xia Ling going back alone. He asked her to walk him all the way here because he just wanted to stay with her a little longer.

*

He did not expect Tang Nan to be so straightforward. Because of her, he could not bear to leave her and wanted to spend some time with her under the willow tree.

Xia Ling: "Okay."

Then, she looked at the man.

The side of his face was firm and straight, looking solid and cold. However, there was a deep passion hidden in his body.

"Mei Qian, don't do these things to men in the future."

"It will make people think you're frivolous!"

As they walked, Tang Nan's voice suddenly rang out beside her.

These words were a little harsh.

Xia Ling frowned, but she saw that Tang Nan's ears were also completely red.

Thinking about how she had rejected him under the willow tree, he did not seem to have much of a reaction.

Xia Ling somewhat understood.

Tang Nan had suddenly become so passionate towards her under the willow tree. Was it because he was provoked by her and wanted to use his actions to make her feel afraid and know the consequences?

Xia Ling: "I got it."

If she was really an ordinary teenage girl, she would definitely be frightened by him.

If she was not married, she would brew it with soy sauce. If word got out, it would be soaked in the pig cage.

"Be good." Tang Nan's big hand landed on her head and rubbed it.

*

On the way back, Tang Nan "trained" Xia Ling.

Seeing the girl listen to his words and be obedient by his side, Tang Nan felt very comfortable.

He walked her back and forth for half a day.

The two of them returned to their original place, outside the Mei family's door.

Seeing the girl enter, Tang Nan turned around and headed home.

He said it was soothing, but how could his tense body feel so good?

Before he went home, he went to the river at the village entrance and soaked in it for a long time.

Only then did he go home.

*

Tang Nan came to visit, and mother Mei looked at him with good conduct.

In her heart, she tacitly agreed to this marriage.

However, speaking of which, Mei Qian had been entangled with that Li Qing non-stop, and she had even made a lot of jokes in the village.

Therefore, when Mei Qian confirmed that she wanted to be good to Tang Nan, mother Mei let her go to school. No matter what, she had to make it clear between her and Li Qing.

Xia Ling had been dragging it out.

Li Qing was not in the Mei family village.

The results were going to be released in the city in the next few days. Li Qing and the two Zhiqing stayed in a guest house in the city, waiting for the news of the release of the results.

If he counted the time, he should be back in a few days.

*

Uncle Liu's ox-cart came back from the town.

Li Qing and a few people who rented his cart were in the cart.

They were wearing checkered shirts that were washed until they were white.

Li Qing sat on the ox-cart. His face was handsome, and his temperament was very gentle.

Sitting on the bumpy ox-cart, along the road, there were little girls who could not take their eyes off him.