C23

The breeze was blowing gently, the Jin Family people were eating dinner in the courtyard. After finishing the work, Jin Xiaolou returned to the thatched cottage.

The sky had already darkened, and there were sparks of fire in the thatched cottage.

This Silly Young Master knew how to light lamps.

What made Jin Xiaolou even more surprised was that the hut was already prepared neatly.

Gao Lang lied on the straw mat on his side, his eyes lightly closed and his face bright and clear. His ink-black hair was let down, contrasting with his face which was as white as jade.

It was truly a peerless beauty. This worn-out thatched cottage that could not avoid the wind and rain shone brilliantly.

Jin Xiaolou sighed, if it wasn't for the fact that she was a fool, such a good-looking man would probably cause all the women in Great Zhou to lose their heads.

Jin Xiaolou carried the wild sweet potato leaves and was about to go to the back of the thatched cottage to roast the prawns for two people to eat, but just as she picked up the leaves, a fragrance wafted into her nose.

Jin Xiaolou was surprised. Opening up the sweet potato leaf, what appeared in front of him was actually a handful of jasmine shrimp.

Shrimp oil saffron white, double color, elegant and extraordinary. The texture was fresh and fresh, the jasmine flower's fragrance was pleasing to the nose, after lowering his head slightly, he immediately tasted it, causing Jin Xiaolou's appetite to stir.

She looked at the Jasmine Shrimp in her hand and then looked at Gao Lang who was lying on the mat.

A fool could cook such exquisite dishes? Could it be that he had met a conch youth …

"My wife, why are you looking at me like that?" Sensing Jin Xiaolou's gaze, Gao Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

"You did this?" Jin Xiaolou reached out the thing in her hand.

"How was it? Delicious, right?" Gao Lang stretched his back and sat up, "I know a lot!"

"Mm …" Jin Xiaolou looked at his naive, pleading, and praising expression. It really didn't seem like she was pretending.

Could it be that he really picked up a treasure? Although this Silly Young Master only had the wisdom of a child, but was she really good at cleaning and cleaning?

"My wife, hurry up and eat! After eating, we should get married!" Gao Lang spoke in a very serious manner, to the point that Jin Xiaolou almost choked on his own breath.

After coughing for a while, he put the prawn down, squatted down, and extended his hand to touch Gao Lang's forehead.

"Kid, where did you learn these words? The bridal room is something that adults do, you are still young, and... Not yet. "

Jin Xiaolou treated him as a child, but he was sitting in front of him with his back towards him. The aura of a man filled his nose, and his eyes did not even blink as he looked at.

At such a close distance, Jin Xiaolou felt a bit of panic, yet he had actually gotten closer in an instant. The tip of the jade white nose nearly touched Jin Xiaolou's forehead.

Her silky and soft hair uncontrollably brushed against Jin Xiaolou's ears, and her ears started to turn red as if they were on fire.

Jin Xiaolou hated this feeling. It was too shameful.

Her rapid heartbeat and blushing cheeks seemed to announce that she was having thoughts about a fool with a mind of only five years old.

Jin Xiaolou instinctively wanted to avoid it.

His body straightened, and retreated, but Gao Lang's hands quickly followed.

Jin Xiaolou felt his waist tighten as two warm hands climbed over and wrapped around her waist gently. Then, she pulled her forward.

Jin Xiaolou then fell into Gao Lang's embrace again.

Gao Lang laughed: "My mother taught me that to marry a wife, I have to get married. My wife, don't lie to me."

"You … Let go! " Jin Xiaolou leaned her face against Gao Lang's neck, and the hot air that rushed out was like a rain cloud, accumulating more and more. All that was lacking was a flash of lightning and it fell straight to the ground, she hurriedly turned her head away, struggling wanting to leave.

However, the difference in power between men and women was too great, so Jin Xiaolou's body could no longer decide for itself.

Gao Lang hugged her as if he was a gentle and obedient little rabbit.

"My wife, be good. You have to get married on the day of your wedding. This is a rule." Gao Lang said as he carried Jin Xiaolou and laid on the mat.

Just as she laid down, Jin Xiaolou started struggling even more intensely. She raised her head and looked at Gao Lang who was pressing his forehead against his chin.

Moonlight shone down from the roof of the thatched cottage, and the more Jin Xiaolou looked at the chin in front of him, the more familiar it felt.

There was a sudden flash of inspiration. That night!

That night, the man who had carried him into the sorghum field had such a sharp jaw.

Only, that night was so absent-minded that it made Jin Xiaolou once thought that she had been dreaming.

"It's you!" Jin Xiaolou was so angry that sshe almost trembled. Gritting her teeth, he reached out to grab Gao Lang's clothes …