Chapter 117: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 117: Unexpected Kiss
Recently, Xiao Cheng's crew cut had grown slightly longer, to be precise, his short hair had grown a bit, not exceeding a finger's length, and it didn't dry as quickly after washing.
As a habit, he didn't bother drying his hair after a shower. After washing his clothes, he casually wiped his hair with a towel, leaving it on the chair near the bed after walking a few steady steps.
"Little issue, already resolved."
"Oh..." No need to elaborate.
Bai Lu picked up her book again, half-lying down, using it to shield her face. The bed sank beside her, but she didn't react.
It wasn't until she heard a low laugh from the man beside her that she nonchalantly turned a page, letting the sound of the book cover the laughter.
Xiao Cheng leaned against the head of the bed, his gaze fixed on the thick book. Speaking through the pages, he said, "The aged fir trees on the mountain are large in volume. When the workers cut them, they sometimes roll down the mountain unintentionally. This time, one hit a tomb halfway down the mountain, and Grandpa asked Xiao Guofu to inform me to go back and burn incense for the ancestors."
In the future, Bai Lu had only paid respects at the cemetery and hadn't seen the graves on the mountain. Going up the mountain to worship the ancestors during the Qingming Festival was her first experience with the folk graves.
Curiosity about unfamiliar folk customs easily aroused her desire to learn more.
Expanding her knowledge: "Was the collision severe? Or do you have to burn incense just because it hit something?"
The book on her face fell down.
Xiao Cheng didn't shift his gaze, meeting the curious and clear eyes of the girl. After a moment of contemplation, he calmly spoke, "During the Qingming Festival, the villagers of Xiao Village go up the mountain to worship their ancestors. They clear the weeds around the tomb, and a few days ago, there was heavy rain. The soil around the tomb loosened. When the fir tree fell from a height after being cut, it scattered the soil around the tomb. Grandpa said it disturbed the ancestors, so I need to go back and burn incense for them."
He didn't mention the fact that the fir tree scattered the loose soil around the tomb, exposing the urn.
Listening to Xiao Cheng's calm and unruffled explanation, Bailu not only felt no fear but became even more curious. "When you burn incense, does Grandpa say anything beside you? Is it like what he says during the Qingming Festival?"
Xiao Cheng nodded slightly, "Yes."
"What does he say?" Bai Lu continued to inquire.
After a moment of contemplation, Xiao Cheng, lying down now, closed his eyes.
Softly, he said, "He said the same things he says during the Qingming Festival."
Bai Lu: "..."
"What does he say during the Qingming Festival?"
She had to dig deeper and wouldn't give up.
After a moment of thought, Xiao Cheng, who was now lying down, turned over, facing away from her, and answered in a nonchalant manner, "Nice words."
Bai Lu decisively put down her book, forcefully turned him back, and unexpectedly met a pair of eyes that seemed to smile but not quite. His lips were...
They met, up close, unexpectedly close.
Their noses touched, and their breaths intertwined in confusion. It was hard to distinguish whose was whose, and warm breaths filled the small space, lingering between the motionless lips.
Bai Lu, still covered by the blanket and lying in the large cocoon, turned abruptly, not expecting him to be so close. Her face went straight into...
She thought Xiao Cheng was still sitting, the position she assumed when she turned.
However, Xiao Cheng had already lowered himself without her noticing, so close that their faces met...
Her upturned face automatically met the kiss.
Bai Lu's mind went blank, momentarily losing her ability to think. When she reacted, she quickly moved back, retreating to the innermost part of the bed with the blanket.
Behind the blanket, against the wall, her head tucked into the cocoon. In a not-so-natural muffled voice, she said, "It's late, go to sleep. If you have something to say, let's talk about it tomorrow."
When Xiao Cheng returned to his senses, he was already facing a tightly rolled cocoon blanket. The warmth from his lips lingered. He licked his lips, and a faint, satisfying color flashed in his deep eyes.
Under the dim light, with moonlight filtering through the window crack, the two figures on the bed, who had not slept for a long time, seemed to have a starry reunion.
The stars returned home.
The horizon showed a hint of dawn.
Xiao Wei felt that he had woken up quite early today, but his older brother and sister-in-law had woken up even earlier.
Before he approached the kitchen, the sweet and fragrant smell of sugar-fried chestnuts permeated the air, sweetening his entire face. The sound of manually and electrically flipping chestnuts layered on top of each other, seemingly chaotic but with a quick rhythm, reached his ears.
Upon entering, as expected, he saw two familiar figures standing at the stove, each holding a spatula to fry chestnuts.
The electric chestnut flipping machine hummed on the side.
Despite how loudly it hummed, the two people standing at the head and tail of the stove, on both ends, seemed as if they hadn't heard anything.
Apart from regularly adding sugar syrup to the pot, their faces showed no expression, and they didn't say a word.
The atmosphere...
Seemed a bit strange.
With a belly full of doubts, Xiao Wei brushed his teeth, washed his face, finished breakfast, washed the dishes, grabbed his school bag, and headed to school.
Three batches of sugar-fried chestnuts meant double the amount of chestnuts to be fried. If they didn't get up early, it would definitely not be enough. Fortunately, they had agreed to take the supplies in batches during the negotiation.
As Wang Cuihua left after receiving the goods, she was unexpectedly singled out by Bai Lu, with a face full of excitement, waiting for her score to rise.
However, Bai Lu shattered her expectations with her first words: "Has Luo Shiliu returned the ladder to you?"
Wang Cuihua had a complicated expression on her face. "Not yet."
Bailu frowned slightly. "Did he mention when he would return it?"
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