Suddenly, a strong arm came out from behind and took the sickle from her hand.
The hand was smooth, and the fingers were long.
Shen Rumei was startled and looked up. He saw that mochuan was dressed in black, with a belt around his waist. He was tall and straight, with his back to her. He was quietly cutting the grass in front of him.
Although he was mowing grass, his every move was elegant and elegant. Just a figure of his back was pleasing to the eye.
Shen Rumei asks herself that she is not Yan Kong, but she is still attracted by him.
It was a while before she came to her senses.
"How is it you?" Her voice was cold with a trace of displeasure.
The man looked at indifference, but like the same as brown sugar follow up, what is the meaning?
Mo Chuan did not speak, continued to cut the grass, his arm gently rowed, soon cleared out a large area of road, let her pass unimpeded.
He went up to her, quietly put the sickle beside her and looked at her.
Shen Rumei is also looking up at him.
The sun came from behind him. Although the backlight, it made his facial features more clear and three-dimensional.
His eyes were black and clear, and there was a look she couldn't understand. He stood in front of her, luxurious and elegant, like a king above.
King?
She laughed at herself.
If he was really a king, how could he mow her?
"Say, what are you doing with me?" Shen Rumei is not angry. She sits on the ground, rubs her aching wrists and scolds her body. It's useless.
After walking for half a day, I was so tired that I couldn't walk.
Mo Chuan did not speak, his eyes fell on her ankle, suddenly stretched out his hand and held her foot.
"Hello, what are you doing?"
Shen Rumei was shocked, but he couldn't.
Mo Chuan did not say a word, took off her shoes, one hand easily wrapped her foot, the other hand controlled her ankle, palm heat, strength just right to give her massage.
Shen Rumei first felt a little itchy, then, the whole foot and the lower leg had a kind of crisp feeling.
Comfortable, also let her heart beat faster.
Her face suddenly got a strange heat.
"Let me go!" She gritted her teeth. "I'm a doctor myself. I don't need you."
Mo Chuan is still silent, but did not release her feet, continue to help her massage the ankle.
"If you don't let go, I'll be rude to you!" Shen Rumei raised eyebrows, threatening tone.
Mo Chuan suddenly raised his head, a pair of black eyes looked at her, some sad, but also some sweet, complex so that she could not understand.
She was stupefied, suddenly no longer struggling, let him massage himself.
"All right." He let go of his hand and let go of her feet.
Her face was a strange heat again.
At that moment, she was a little disappointed, as if she wanted him to press a little more.
She was angry with herself.
Standing up to walk a few steps, the original pain of the lower leg pain, only feel tired.
"Thank you." She said three words stiffly.
Mo Chuan did not speak again, reaching out to pick up the burden she had carried on her back, bent down to pick up the sickle, and then looked at her quietly.
Shen Rumei understood his meaning.
"I don't need you to follow me. I'm going into the mountain to collect herbs. Do you understand? If you have nothing to do, find a place to play by yourself and don't follow me! "
She said grimly, a little angry.
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