Ever since Xiu Niang moved into the quiet courtyard to cook for him.

Ouyang Rong became addicted to the sport of washing dishes, no, housework.

How nice it is to wash dishes, to digest food after meals; to be alone with the embroiderer side by side, bumping shoulders from time to time; and to cultivate tacit understanding.

How to cultivate them specifically is that I brush mine, you brush yours, you brush mine, I brush yours... In the end, don't they stick together after brushing? Just like the two of them are doing now.

Well, the main thing is that the embroiderer is wearing an apron and her back is turned to others, and her beautiful posture is very beautiful.

For some reason, women wearing aprons and washing dishes seem to have a different kind of virtuous and dignified feeling, which is very consistent with the decomposition of the word "An", which consists of two parts: if there is a woman in the family, it means An.

In addition, I have to say that the kitchen is also a good place, not only for cooking and washing dishes...

In front of the sink, the atmosphere remained quiet for an unknown period of time.

Until Ouyang Rong tried to break through.

"Well, if you don't say anything, that means you agree?" He suggested seriously.

Ouyang Rong was holding one of her soft little hands to clean, when he suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and his palm was grabbed by Xiu Niang.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Zhao Qingxiu tightly grasped Ouyang Rong's palm with her two small hands, opened her mouth wide, and made a panicked sound. Her head shook, and the ice white jade pendant on her temples made a crisp sound of "Long Ling Ling Ling".

This scene looks like the little girl holding her brother's clothes at the door of the dentist in panic and afraid to go in.

"Don't worry, I'll ask for your opinion first. If you have any unspeakable secrets, you can tell me and we can discuss it slowly."

After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he turned his hand again and grabbed her right hand that she used to write every time.

He pressed two fingers of Zhao Qingxiu into the palm of his own hand and said, "If you have something to say, write it down."

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

Ouyang Rong was smiling, but his face was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Qingxiu's index finger did not write, but kept drawing circles on the palm of his hand.

"Well, what do you have to say? Just write." Ouyang Rong said helplessly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and was still drawing circles.

It was quiet for a while by the sink.

"It's itchy, stop drawing." Ouyang Rong said seriously.

As he finished speaking, he felt the slender index finger on his palm pause for a moment, then move again.

This time, she switched to hooking her fingers and scratching the palm of his hand repeatedly.

It was like she was tickling him, very seriously.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head.

Ouyang Rong raised his free hand and helped her straighten the ice-white jade hairpin inserted in her thick hair.

His face was gentle.

In fact, even if Fang raised his sleeves and didn't mention the matter today, Ouyang Rong was ready to ask in the next few days.

Even the Fang sisters, who had just arrived, could tell that there was something wrong between the two of them. This relationship had progressed to an ambiguous relationship, which was already somewhat unfair.

It is estimated that only Xiu Niang, a little fool, has deceived herself until now, thinking that there is no problem with the current situation...

Just like a little ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

But as a man, he should always think one step ahead than a woman, instead of waiting for the other person to suddenly ask one day and be caught off guard.

“It’s useless to draw circles and act cute.”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and leaned forward, like a jade mountain about to fall. His tone was slightly fierce, and he asked in a burning tone:

"Well, this hairpin on your head is a relic of my mother. It's very valuable. I've worn it for so long without giving an explanation. Oh, this matter is not so easy to get rid of. You... even if you just draw a picture,

Even a hundred circles won't work, and it won't be enough to pay off the debt.

"But, Xiu Niang, you can also see that I am the most generous person. After all, I have eaten so many meals from you. I am so embarrassed. Between us good friends, this matter is not a big deal or a small matter.

It’s not small…it’s not a problem.”

Ouyang Rong waved his hand generously, and his words were vaguely "coercive and tempting":

"I can still do it, but my aunt is different. She has a bad temper and is picky and fussy. If you want to wear this hairpin properly, you need her to nod. Do you understand?"

Zhao Qingxiu listened with a confused face. Before she could react, she heard Ouyang Rong's last words intensified.

"Ah... um." She hesitated for a moment and nodded her head.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the corners of his mouth, frowned and pursed his lips, with a serious look on his face. He looked at her confused little face and continued:

"But don't worry, I'm definitely not asking you to come here alone. There is also me. What's our relationship? Well, we are fellow patients and old friends in Longcheng, comrades who wash dishes together, and good friends who coax us to sleep. Yes, we are all sincere.

"Can I still ignore you and let my aunt and the others bully you? There is no such thing as giving up between good friends. You are not allowed to give up either, do you hear me?"

"Uh-huh."

Ouyang Rong came close to her delicate pink ear again and confided:

"Actually, Auntie should have noticed you, but she never said it. Auntie is fine, but it's not a big problem. I'm here, let's see how long she can endure it. This is called being immobile, and we can't do anything.

"If the enemy wants to move, then we should move first and catch her off guard..."

Ouyang Rong's tone was persuasive and his words were reasonable and well-founded.

Zhao Qingxiu listened with a dazed face, feeling the firmness and confidence in Tan Lang's voice.

At the same time, the two of them were so close that his face seemed to be so close to hers, and her hot breath was sucked in by her somewhat irregular breathing.

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded hurriedly, took out her hand, turned back to the sink, and immersed herself in work.

Why still wash it?

Ouyang Rong glanced at it.

There is a bowl left in the sink.

It was delayed when the two of them were chatting just now, so they didn't finish it.

But the embroiderer is now painting with extra seriousness and concentration, and has been painting for a long time.

Seeing that she couldn't finish washing the bowl.

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

After waiting for a while, he glanced at the back of her apron.

He suddenly walked over and hugged Zhao Qingxiu's thin back from behind.

He put his hands on her hands that were washing the dishes repeatedly and began to help.

The two bodies were tightly connected.

Ouyang Rong felt that the slender body of the blindfolded girl in his arms visibly stiffened.

He didn't speak, and kept helping to wash the dishes with his hands.

Instead, her hand washing the dishes stopped and couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

In front of the sink, the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Ouyang Rong was quiet and made no further moves.

All these actions seem to be talking about: What's wrong with good friends washing dishes together and hugging each other?

Zhao Qingxiu bowed her head deeply.

Ouyang Rong said nothing, waiting for some kind of response.

But time passed by, and what he responded to was the hot touch of the delicate body of the girl in the apron with her head buried in her arms gradually heating up.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Qingxiu resumed some movements.

Her two little hands started moving again, and together with this "good friend", they washed a bowl with four hands.

But Zhao Qingxiu had just adapted to and acquiesced in this state, when Ouyang Rong, who was quietly hugging her waist from behind, suddenly moved again.

His nose seemed to be tickled by the hair, and his face was buried in her neck from behind. Ouyang Rong's head shook slightly, as if he was rubbing the tip of his nose with the help of her thin white porcelain neck.

Zhao Qingxiu's delicate body trembled and itched.

The close posture between the two, coupled with the itching caused by his breath on her neck, made Zhao Qingxiu's washing the dishes even more difficult.

However, Ouyang Rong buried his neck this time and made no other movements. His hands washing dishes still moved as usual.

Maybe she was aware of this and still believed in great friendship. Zhao Qingxiu adapted to the local conditions and bent down a little. She only twisted her body slightly and continued to wash the dishes. She gently bit her lower pink lips and held her breath in concentration.

Beside the sink, the atmosphere returned to quiet, with only the sound of "gurgling" water.

There was also the faint sound of the Fang sisters chatting outside the kitchen. Fang Shengnan in the yard outside seemed to be asking her sister Fang Juxiu if she wanted some after-dinner fruit.
To be continued...