Xie Lingjiang volunteered to knead the dough.

Ouyang Rong was preparing condiments on the side.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly noticed a wave of heat approaching around him. He turned around and saw that it was Ouyang Rong who had moved the stove in the center of the room.

Watching him blowing his fingers for a while, and then inhaling and burning his fingers, Xie Lingjiang felt something warmer than a stove flowing through his heart.

Move the stove.

Ouyang Rong smiled, stood up, clapped his hands, turned around and asked:

"Isn't it cold anymore? I saw you hunching your shoulders just now. This monk's robe is too thin. It's really a bit cold to wear one."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

The lights in the dormitory are brighter than those in the kitchen.

She seemed to have discovered something, and looked at Ouyang Rong's larger-than-life monk's robes.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help biting her lower lip and looked away with a hint of anger.

Ouyang Rong reacted and looked calmly at his junior sister who was wearing a narrow monk's robe.

The monk's robes in Lin'an Temple were made of coarse linen and were dusty, giving Ouyang Rong a feeling of sluggishness.

But now, when it was worn on Xie Lingjiang's body, it looked particularly bright and charming.

I don't know if it's because the young lady's face is as bright as the morning sun, or because the monk's robes are so narrow and tight, making her delicate body extraordinarily tall and graceful, but somewhere a huge 'flaw' is about to emerge.

As if feeling someone's uncontrollable gaze, the little girl in monk's clothes who was kneading the dough turned sideways shyly, turning her back to Ouyang Rong, hiding the possible bulge in her front.

Ouyang Rong coughed and continued his work without squinting.

After lighting a stick of incense, the ingredients were almost ready. The two of them informed and moved to the kitchen.

The kitchen is dimly lit.

Xie Lingjiang pursed his lips and walked in first, still keeping his back to Ouyang Rong.

This tight and thin monk's robe made Xie Lingjiang reluctant to face Ouyang Rong, and the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit awkward.

Ouyang Rong squatted down and silently lit a fire.

In order to maintain the toughness of longevity noodles, Xie Lingjiang continued to knead the dough at the stove next to him.

Xie Lingjiang remained silent.

Ouyang Rong didn't speak either.

Time passes minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the kitchen fell into an odd silence.

There was a strange atmosphere flowing in the air between the two of them.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the virtuous back of the girl in monk clothes in front of the stove and the dough in her hand.

He felt that the dough was almost kneaded, but for some reason, Xie Lingjiang kept lowering his head and kneading it vigorously.

It seems that it is inertia and does not dare to break the current deadlock.

Ouyang Rong chuckled.

Because seeing the little junior sister's appearance, he thought of an animal.

Ostrich, the ostrich that likes to bury its head.

Ouyang Rong's laughter was amplified in the silent kitchen. Xie Lingjiang's graceful back was slightly stiff for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong, who was squatting down to burn firewood, clapped his palms, suddenly stood up, walked to the water tank, lowered his head to scoop out water, and washed his palms.

Just when a little girl in monk clothes with pricked ears relaxed in front of the stove.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, walked towards the stove, walked behind Xie Lingjiang, gently held her waist, and pressed his slender body against her delicate body.

It was raining heavily outside, and in front of the warm stove with a fire in the kitchen, the two of them hugged each other, one behind the other.

Ouyang Rong hugged her tightly from behind with a normal expression.

He noticed that the beautiful and convex back in his arms tightened rapidly like a bowstring on the battlefield, and started to tremble slightly.

Even though the lights in the kitchen were dim, Ouyang Rong could still roughly see clearly from behind. The skin on her pink neck was quickly covered with a sunset-like blush.

The battered dough in Xie Lingjiang's hands finally took a breath. She buried her head deeply in her chest and froze her bare hands on the dough.

When Ouyang Rong saw the virtuous beauty in his arms, he was so clumsy and panicked that he didn't know what to do. He pursed his lips.

His face remained as usual, his two big hands covered her bare hands that were kneading the dough, and he moved actively.

The experienced guide taught her how to knead the dough.

Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Rong felt the delicate body in his arms trembling even more violently. He gently placed his chin on her shoulder, narrowed his eyes and said:

"You are too slow. It will make people anxious. I will help you rub it together. Don't be afraid." He took her delicate body and gently swayed it to coax her.

The gentle and magnetic voice of the man behind him seemed to have some kind of soothing magic power. Xie Lingjiang relaxed a little and glanced at his handsome and serious profile.

"Hmm..." Xiaoshou nodded imperceptibly.

Ouyang Rong, who was looking for excuses, found that the little junior sister in his arms was actually so virtuous and well-behaved. He had been bullied by him in a bad way, so he bowed his head silently and accepted it, with a low eyebrow.

He couldn't help but feel shocked.

It seemed that the vicious mischief he had just done in the kitchen had indeed progressed too fast, scaring the beautiful lady, which was a bit too much. The junior sister probably did not mean to make him embarrassed.

Otherwise, why is she so resigned to being hugged from behind like this?

Ouyang Rong has great insight and roughly grasps the scale of love in his heart.

The straight man has finally figured it out and is ready to do it step by step.

Xie Lingjiang bit her pink lips, lowered her head, and kneaded the dough with Ouyang Rong.

As time went by, her delicate body was subconsciously tense and stiff for a while, and the bones of her body slowly softened. The embrace of the senior brother behind her was like a huge furnace, continuously transmitting hot heat, as if it was going to melt her completely.

Xie Lingjiang, who was obviously a seventh-grade qigong practitioner, had a soft hand when kneading the dough.

After kneading, her hands were still kneading the dough. It was clearly Ouyang Rong's long and slender hands kneading the dough and two catkins.

A pair of beautiful starry eyes that have captivated so many young talents at tonight's banquet are slowly covered with a layer of hazy mist, making my heart full of expectation and fear.

This novel experience of intimacy with her lover was the first time in her life.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

"Yes." Xie Lingjiang regained consciousness and nodded, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Ouyang Rong sighed:

"That kick really hit me hard. My back hurt for three days. At that time, I really didn't expect today's fate."

"Then let me rub your waist, okay?" she said weakly.

"What's the use of rubbing it now?"

Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head, pinching her cute catkins:

"At that time, I thought you were quite tough, serious and a bit boring... I wanted to stay away from you."

Xie Lingjiang asked nervously: "What happened next?"

Ouyang Rong smiled gently:

"Later, for some reason, I gradually got used to having you around. You are a bit of a tiger, but you can't stand the cuteness...

"Sometimes, it's not that I don't care about you. When I was in Dragon City, I had unresolved obsessions in my heart, but you caught me in time.

"Later, when I arrived in Xunyang City, I was just too busy. I thought you could wait, but when I attended the birthday party tonight, I suddenly discovered that you are already eighteen, and you are considered a big girl in Dazhou."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but explain: "Tonight, my aunt..."

"It's okay. I actually know roughly what she was thinking. It's not wrong. She did remind me."

Xie Lingjiang was very moved.

Ouyang Rong laughed: "If I delay it any longer, who knows if I will miss it..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned his head, raised his onion finger to press his lips, and trembled: "You are not allowed to say depressing words."

"Okay." A straight man said helplessly: "Then what should I say..."

"Hey~" Xie Lingjiang suddenly groaned and frowned slightly: "Move the skirt knife, it hurts."

Ouyang Rong said blankly: "My skirt knife was left in the dormitory and I didn't bring it over."

Xie Lingjiang took it out out of curiosity, his face was stunned, and his eyes slowly moved down...

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Xie Lingjiang: "..."

I'm afraid that the air will suddenly become quiet.

Ahem, one more chapter, and try to get back to the main plot in the next chapter! Some brothers said that something is wrong with Xiaorong's writing. Well, first of all, this is a light novel category. Secondly, the protagonist is also a normal person, and there is love between men and women. Moreover, the character of the gentleman is serious.
Chapter completed!