Chapter 308 The Dangerous Thing in My Heart

Tick tock.

A drop of water touched the corner of the boy’s lips.

For an instant, both of them were silent, staring at each other.

Song Ci felt guilty and ashamed in her heart. She always felt that she had spilled foot-washing water on the boy's mouth, even though it was only a drop - God, how perverted.

I obviously felt very perverted, but I was secretly happy.

It feels so good to trample on Anting.

An Ting recovered from his shock and quickly wiped away the water droplets from the corner of his mouth. He didn't drink it, but it just stayed at the corner of his lips.

There is no disgust in my heart, but even a little excitement.

Finally, I can understand the psychology of those who comment in film and television works - those who see beautiful girls taking a bath or using water, and blindly shout "Spin in my mouth", " One person, one mouthful, no one is allowed to snatch it.”

The reality may not be that exaggerated, but the approximate idea exists.

"An Ting, I'm sorry."

Song Ci didn't know what the boy was thinking. At times like this, no matter how familiar he was, he should still apologize.

Unexpectedly.

At this time, Anting did not shrink back and boldly stated his XP system, "It doesn't matter, I am foot control."

"Pervert..."

While muttering, Song Ci had already pasted up a couplet. When going down the stairs, it would be a lot more interesting to play a common plot of a youth romantic comedy, such as slipping and falling.

It is a pity that Song Ci would not make such a stupid mistake.

It has stabilized.

"It's the other side's turn."

As he spoke, Anting prepared to move the ladder to the other side of the door, and repeated his old trick, letting Song Ci go up and paste the couplets. He was holding the ladder below.

However.

When Anting was about to move the ladder, Song Ci suddenly shouted to stop, raising a malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, a rare moment of sinisterness, and said: "It seems a bit boring, I want to give it a try. Try something else.”

Winter cleaning can be boring and painful.

It is reasonable to enjoy happiness in hardship.

"What do you mean? Our roles are reversed. You hold the ladder below, I paste the couplets on it, and then I drip water on your face."

When you hear this Song Ci really thought about it, and an angry symbol appeared on his forehead, making a disgusted expression.He said fiercely: "Do you want to sleep in the doghouse tonight?"

"I dare not..."

Whoever marries this guy must be a strict wife.

　“Hmph~” After a slight snort, Song Ci expressed his true thoughts, “I want to... ride a pony.”

　“Ride a pony?”< br />
With a hint of shyness, Song Ci added: "Well, just riding on your neck and pasting couplets."

In the past, when picking up takeaways at school , Qiao Liang once rode on the boy's neck; Song Ci also had the opportunity at that time, but she refused. She was reserved and introverted and couldn't do that kind of thing.

Now, she wants to give it a try.

An Ting couldn’t help complaining: "Song Ci, you are getting more and more playful..."

"I want you to take care of it! Do you agree with one sentence?!"

"Okay, okay, willful young lady."

Anting didn't mind playing with her, so he obediently knelt down and let the long, straight black girl sit on her.

Seeing the boy squatting down, Song Ci spread his legs and rode up. In the vague memory, he used to ride on his father's neck like this when he was a child. Now he is riding on the boy's neck, half excited and half excited. nervous.

"I'm going to stand upright, you clamp down."

"Hmm."

While speaking, Anting really felt that he was The neck was clamped.

Actually... in the middle of winter, even though Song Ci pushed his pants up to his knees, the parts that fit the boy's neck were insulated with fabric, which was relatively cold-resistant and had an average touch, not as expected. Skin-to-skin contact.

But... I still feel a little distracted.

Compared with Qiao Liang, the biggest difference is that there is no weight on the top of the head.

That’s it.

As the boy stood up, Song Ci's height increased, his field of vision became much wider, his eyes lit up, and even the air became much gentler, and he could breathe air more than two meters high.

Let’s have fun and make fun, don’t forget the serious things.

Anting passed the couplets up to her hand and walked to the wall where the couplets needed to be posted.

After finally riding on Anting’s neck, Song Ci naturally couldn’t just ride and watch the scenery for a while.

She could easily aim at the position of the couplet, but she still blindly commanded: "A little to the left... Well, no, no, no, right..."

When she said left When you move, your left leg will tighten a little.

When she said right, her right leg would tighten a little more.

Remote control, voice control... I've seen it a lot.

Leg control is still very rare.

When Song Ci got excited about playing, Anting couldn't help but raise his head, cast a resentful look at the other party, and said, "Miss Song Ci, do you think I'm a fool? ?”

He is not stupid, how could he not see through that the other party is playing a trick on him! ?

"Pfft..."

Song Ci wanted to pretend to be cold, but couldn't hold back.

"Okay, if you like to play tricks on me so much, then I will tease you too and take you on a parade to see who is more embarrassed."

"Don't, don't, don't. , put me down."

When playing with Anting in private, Song Ci's psychological burden was very small; in public, she still wanted to maintain a perfect image.

“Don’t come down!”

After a while of fussing, I finally finished posting the couplets.

　……

The follow-up is very busy.

First I cleaned Anjia’s apartment on Zijing Street, and then I went to the commercial housing in my hometown community.

Finally, I went to the rental building.

An’s father bought two huge pots of New Year’s oranges and placed them at the door of the rental building. He asked An Ting to collect the goods and post couplets by the way. Well... rental buildings also have to post couplets. Rural people are very particular about this. The intention is to go in and out safely.

By the time the cleaning was over, the sun was already setting.

It’s actually only half past five. The main reason is that dusk comes early in winter and nightfall comes early too.

There is one last task left - to give Naite a bath.

Since both mother and daughter of the Song family have mild mysophobia, Naite takes a bath once a week.

Seeing that Song Ci couldn’t stand it any longer, Anting showed a gentle smile and said, “You go back and take a nap. I’ll give Naita a bath and then make dinner. , I will wake you up after dinner."

"Oh..."

Song Ci is sleepy. She doesn't sleep in very much in the morning. Even on holidays, she still gets up early, usually at noon. Or catch up on some sleep in the afternoon. I didn’t sleep today because I was cleaning.

Once you reach this point, it’s easy to feel sleepy.

After saying that, Song Ci rubbed his eyes and went upstairs.

When Song Ci stepped on the stairs with his front feet, he felt excited and suddenly sneezed, "Hey~"

A very cute sound.

An Ting squinted his eyes and smiled teasingly, "Don't you have a cold? Idiot?"

Hearing this, Song Ci blushed a little, frowned, and took a breath. He sniffed, looked at Anting with disgust, and said: "No! It's just a little bit of human body reaction caused by the temperature difference."

After saying these words, Song Ci felt dazed. Went upstairs.

Anting didn’t take this sneeze to heart, so he decided to deal with Naite first.

It is not easy to bathe large dogs in winter. You must first go to the bathroom on the second floor, fill a basin of hot water, and then neutralize it with cold water to adjust the temperature.

When Anting finished adjusting the water temperature, Xiaohui and Xiaoya, who were both on Bauhinia Street, ran over.

Hmm.

Anjia is actually located on Bauhinia Street.

An alley, to put it bluntly, is facing the street.

The two primary school students liked Naite very much. When they saw Anting giving Naite a bath, they didn't care about the cold weather and started to do it directly; Naite was very docile and basically didn't resist.

Xiaohui looked around and asked curiously: "Where is Sister Song Ci?"

"Well, I went up to take a nap. She is a pig."

"You are not allowed to say that about Sister Song Ci!"

Anting was a little surprised. He didn't expect the primary school student named Xiaohui to react so strongly. Xiaoya on the side put her mouth to Anting's ear. , whispered in a low voice: "Xiao Hui likes Sister Song Ci."

Hearing this, Anting couldn't help but slapped the guy's head with a black line on his forehead, and said: "No way!"< br />
An Ting is not surprised that others like Song Ci. The latter itself is a super popular Balance sect, excellent to the core, and has the style of a great heroine.

It is impossible to keep describing how outstanding Song Ci is, but in the end no one likes her.

Theoretically, everyone likes Song Ci.

Mainly because I feel helpless that primary school students are so precocious.

"Ah... why are you hitting me?! Is it possible that you also like Sister Song Ci?"

"Well, yes." While Song Ci was away, Anting Shameless, he said.

"555~How can this be like this? You are siblings, you will not be happy!" Xiaohui was angry and ran away from An Ting. While running, he forced Lai Lai.

Crying.

Seeing her younger brother running away in anger, Xiaoya followed him.

Looking at the twoIn the back view of the primary school student, Anting smiled happily. It was really interesting to bully the primary school students.

　No matter what.

With the help of the two little ghosts, Anting finally washed the milk and dried it.

 Immediately afterwards.

When Anting washes his hands, it’s time to cook.

Before entering the kitchen, Anting called his father.

Those two people just went to the hospital for a physical check-up. They were not going to a distant place. They might go home for dinner. Just in case, they still had to ask.

The call was quickly answered.

"Hey, Dad, how is Aunt Song doing?"

"Well, there's no problem, she's fine..."

"Then That's good." At this point, Anting paused and continued: "I'm going to make dinner now. When will you go home? Do you want to cook all your dinner?"

Old Dad replied: "No, your Aunt Song and I shouldn't go home tonight. Your Aunt Song is on Spring Festival holiday. I just happened to take her out to play and go home tomorrow."

"Eh..."

Since my father has said so, it is not easy for Anting, a son, to ask questions.

In this way, Song Ci and I were the only ones at home tonight.

An Ting had to admit one thing - as he gradually analyzed his heart, being alone with Song Ci became a somewhat dangerous thing.

She seems to be a dangerous thing in my heart.

　“Well… I think too much, let’s cook first.”