Chapter 297

Twenty-Six: Xie Lingjiang: Move Your Skirt Knife Away

Blocked by a mere kitchen wooden door.

Ouyang Rong had black lines on his forehead.

However, could this small obstacle extinguish the considerate care for the Xiao Shimei at this moment? Block the righteous energy that had already overflowed?

Ouyang Rong shouted at the door: "Xiao Shimei, don't panic, I'm coming!"

"Ru Shixiong, don't..."

Before Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he had already taken a step back. By the time the Xiao Shimei's voice inside the door had only just started, he had already drawn his knife at flying speed, hand falling with the knife.

Crack—!

The door lock broke.

Bang! Ouyang Rong kicked open the kitchen door, racing against time, rushed into the kitchen, and at the same time, his tone was righteous:

"Xiao Shimei, are you... alright?"

Ouyang Rong's words choked, and the action of loosening his belt to offer his coat and considerately cover the beauty stopped.

He saw the scene in the kitchen clearly.

On the ground in front of the stove, there was a small pile of broken porcelain pieces.

But there was no sign of the snow-white delicate figure that had been expected to be panicked.

"What is Ru Shixiong looking at?" Xie Lingjiang's curious voice came from not far away.

Ouyang Rong turned his head in a daze. The Xiao Shimei was standing by the door, the monk's robe on her body complete and close-fitting, without a trace of spring light.

She stood prettily in front of the door, with both hands behind her waist, tilting her head to look at him, her big eyes blinking.

Ouyang Rong's slightly stammering tone gradually became serious: "Jun... Xiao Shimei, what happened just now."

Xie Lingjiang shook her head: "Nothing, just saw a pair of mice, a bit scary."

"A pair of mice?"

"That's right, one big and one small." She nodded and said seriously: "The small one was stealing oil in the bowl on the stove, the big one seemed to be as greedy as the small one, and also wanted to sneak in to steal oil."

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "There's such a thing?"

"Mm. The small one was silly, fell into the oil bowl and couldn't run out,"

Xie Lingjiang's beautiful eyes glanced at the door, her voice crisp: "What a pair of stupid mice."

Ouyang Rong frowned: "Then why did Xiao Shimei cry out?"

Xie Lingjiang looked at him and sighed:

"The small one was fine, mainly the big one. I didn't expect it to be so brave, rushing in directly. Hmm, it also stupidly knocked over the oil bowl, so I was a bit surprised."

"Hmm." Ouyang Rong analyzed solemnly:

"Maybe it wasn't greedy for oil, it was a mother mouse, returning from foraging, thinking the young mouse was harmed, protecting the young one, and was a bit reckless."

"Maybe."

"Where did this pair of mice go?"

"Empty-handed, naturally they ran away dejectedly, how dare they linger."

"So that's how it is..."

Xie Lingjiang asked strangely: "Ru Shixiong seems very interested in them."

Ouyang Rong looked at the Xiao Shimei's expression, hid the hand holding the knife behind his back silently, and shook his head:

"No, I thought it was some dangerous accident, it turned out to be a false alarm. It's good that Xiao Shimei is fine, it's good that you're fine."

Xie Lingjiang's cheeks puffed up slightly, looking Ouyang Rong up and down, tilting her head:

"Why did Ru Shixiong untie his belt after coming in?"

Ouyang Rong frowned with a solemn face, his tone worried:

"Isn't this because I was worried about a sudden situation, but Xiao Shimei hadn't put on her clothes well, so I wanted to cover you up."

Xie Lingjiang nodded, "Ru Shixiong is truly thoughtful."

Ouyang Rong stood straight, saying righteously: "My duty."

"Is that so..."

Xie Lingjiang drew out her tone, glanced at the broken-locked door kicked open by the Ru Shixiong, her tone suspicious:

"How did Ru Shixiong come in so fast? I hadn't finished speaking, and Ru Shixiong kicked open the door."

Ouyang Rong didn't blush or pant:

"Isn't this because I saw you hadn't come out for a long time, and was preparing to come over to urge you? It just so happened that I walked close, and you had an accident. It really gave me a fright. Don't do this next time. If there's something, say it clearly, do you know?"

Speaking to the end, someone had the tone of a domineering Ru Shixiong, glaring and scolding the Xiao Shimei.

Xie Lingjiang held back her laughter: "Okay, okay, if that big one comes again next time, see if I don't capture it alive and teach it a good lesson."

Ouyang Rong raised his hand to touch his nose, raised it halfway, stopped and withdrew it, he pulled a face and asked:

"By the way, Xiao Shimei, why did you lock the door for no reason? What if you really encountered danger?"

Xie Lingjiang blinked, looking at the cute and impatient Ru Shixiong who seemed to be angry from embarrassment, smiling:

"Isn't this because I was afraid of outsiders coming in? Naturally, I had to lock the door."

Ouyang Rong snorted lightly and nodded: "Understood, Ru Shixiong is also an outsider, also have to be guarded against, okay."

He turned around, preparing to go out with a straight face. The next moment, his right palm was tightly grabbed by two soft hands.

"Alright, Ru Shixiong, don't be angry."

The stunning young lady, wearing only a monk's robe, jumped forward, grabbed Ouyang Rong's long palms covered in flour with both hands, and swayed them left and right:

"I know you were tired from kneading dough outside." She raised her chin and pouted coquettishly: "I won't be startled next time, I won't dare to anymore, okay, okay..."

Ouyang Rong, who was pretending to be straight-faced but actually guilty, was stunned. Looking at Xie Lingjiang, who was acting coquettishly with an unusual tone, he felt a bit embarrassed:

"I wasn't angry, hmm, I'll let you know before coming in next time, won't force... recklessly break in again."

The tone was serious.

"Okay."

Looking at Ouyang Rong, who had become honest, Xie Lingjiang smiled sweetly and responded.

Immediately, she didn't mind the flour on Ouyang Rong's palms, pulled him out of the kitchen, held hands, and went to the dormitory to make longevity noodles together.

Kneading the dough for a while in the dormitory, Ouyang Rong turned his head and said:

"I'll go get some clean water."

"Okay."

Ouyang Rong walked out of the dormitory, returned to the kitchen, and took a ladle of clean water.

Before walking out the door, he turned his head and glanced at the empty kitchen, looked down, and landed on the broken copper lock on the ground.

Ouyang Rong squatted down quietly, reached out two fingers, touched the broken copper lock, and a greasy, cold touch came.

The copper lock was greasy, and he twisted it with two fingers.

It was lard.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground by the stove not far away.

This was the lard he had originally poured into the broken bowl for the young mouse to eat.

"This..."

Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

Whether there was really a big mouse that broke in the kitchen just now, as the Xiao Shimei said, Ouyang Rong didn't know.

But he finally knew the reason why the Xiao Shimei locked the main door but didn't make a big sound.

Good guy.

"Why is Xiao Shimei so smart." Ouyang Rong sighed.

In this day and age, it's really getting harder and harder to be a Ru Shixiong...

Ouyang Rong carried a ladle of clean water and left the kitchen.

In the dormitory, Xie Lingjiang, who was lowering her head to knead the dough, turned her head when she heard the sound and looked at Ouyang Rong.

The latter returned as if nothing had happened, turned his head and smiled at her, and handed over the clean water.

Xie Lingjiang took it and smiled shallowly.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced outside the door. The rain hadn't stopped, still pouring.

A short while later, the two continued to make longevity noodles in the dormitory with tacit understanding.

Xie Lingjiang volunteered to knead the dough.

Ouyang Rong prepared the seasonings on the side.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt a wave of heat approaching beside her. Turning her head to look, it was Ouyang Rong who had moved the fire stove in the center of the room over.

Watching him blow on his fingers for a while and suck in air from the heat for a while, Xie Lingjiang felt something warmer than the fire stove flowing through her heart.

Moved the fire stove.

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

"Not cold anymore, right? Just now I saw you shrinking your shoulders, this monk's robe is too thin, wearing one is indeed a bit cold."

Xie Lingjiang shook her head.

The candlelight in the dormitory was brighter than in the kitchen.

She seemed to have discovered something and looked at the monk's robe on Ouyang Rong that seemed a bit large.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but bite her lower lip, turning her face away with a hint of coquettishness.

Ouyang Rong reacted, looking at the Xiao Shimei wearing a narrow monk's robe without a sound.

The coarse hemp material of Lin'an Temple's monk's robe gave Ouyang Rong a feeling of being lifeless.

But now, wearing it on Xie Lingjiang, it appeared exceptionally bright and moving.

I don't know if the young lady's face was as bright as the morning sun, or if the monk's robe was narrow and tight, setting off her delicate body to be exceptionally tall and graceful, with a certain "shortcoming" ready to come out.

Seeming to feel someone's uncontrollable gaze, the young lady in the monk's robe who was kneading the dough turned her body sideways shyly, with her back to Ouyang Rong, hiding the front that might have a mysterious bulge.

Ouyang Rong coughed, continued his work, and didn't look aside.

After a stick of incense time, the ingredients and small materials were almost ready. The two informed each other and moved to the kitchen.

The light in the kitchen was dim.

Xie Lingjiang pursed her lips and walked in first, still maintaining a position with her back to Ouyang Rong.

This narrow, tight, and thin monk's robe made Xie Lingjiang not dare to face Ouyang Rong, and the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit awkward.

Ouyang Rong squatted down and started the fire silently.

In order to maintain the chewiness of the longevity noodles, Xie Lingjiang continued to knead the dough by the stove on the side.

Xie Lingjiang didn't speak.

Ouyang Rong didn't speak either.

Time passed second by second.

The atmosphere in the kitchen fell into a strange silence.

A strange atmosphere flowed in the air between the two.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the virtuous back of the monk's robe lady in front of the stove, and the dough in her hands.

He felt that the dough had been kneaded enough, but for some reason, Xie Lingjiang was still lowering her head and kneading it with force.

It seemed like inertia, not daring to break the current stalemate.

Ouyang Rong smiled lightly.

Because looking at the Xiao Shimei's appearance, he thought of an animal.

An ostrich, an ostrich that likes to bury its head.

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

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong, who was squatting and burning firewood, clapped his palms, suddenly stood up, walked to the water vat, lowered his head, scooped water, and washed his palms.

Just when the monk's robe young lady in front of the stove, who was pricking up her ears, relaxed.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, walked toward the stove, walked behind Xie Lingjiang, gently hugged her waist, and pressed his long body against her delicate body.

Heavy rain outside the door, in front of the warm stove with fire in the kitchen, the two were one in front and one behind, hugging and sticking together.

Ouyang Rong hugged her tightly from behind as if nothing had happened.

He noticed the graceful back in his arms tense up like a bowstring on the battlefield, and tremble slightly.

Even though the kitchen light was dim, Ouyang Rong could still roughly see from behind that her skin at the pink neck was quickly covered with a blush like the evening glow.

Xie Lingjiang's hands, which had been suffering from kneading the dough, finally took a breath, her head buried deep in her chest, her plain hands stiff on the dough.

Ouyang Rong saw the virtuous beauty in his arms, who was now clumsy and panicked to the point of being at a loss, and pursed his lips.

He looked as usual, and his two large hands covered her plain hands that were kneading the dough, taking the initiative to move.

Instructed her with experience on how to knead the dough.

Immediately after, Ouyang Rong felt the delicate body in his arms tremble even more violently. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder and narrowed his eyes:

"You are too slow, it makes people anxious to watch, I'll help you knead together, don't be afraid." He brought her delicate body, gently swaying and coaxing.

The gentle and magnetic voice of the man behind her seemed to have some kind of soothing magic. Xie Lingjiang's body relaxed a little, and she flew a glance at his handsome and serious side face.

"Mm..." Her head nodded imperceptibly.

Ouyang Rong, who was making up excuses, found that the Xiao Shimei in his arms was so virtuous and obedient. After being bullied by him, she just lowered her head and adapted to accept it, looking down and obedient.

He couldn't help but flutter in his heart.

It seems that his dog-blood mischief in the kitchen just now was indeed too fast, scaring the beauty, a bit too much. Xiao Shimei shouldn't have been deliberately trying to make him eat a loss.

Otherwise, how to explain the appearance of being submissive when being hugged from behind like this?

Ouyang Rong had a strong insight and roughly grasped the scale of love in his heart.

It counts as a straight man opening up, preparing to come step by step.

Xie Lingjiang bit her pink lips, lowered her head, and followed Ouyang Rong to knead the dough together.

As time passed, after her delicate body stiffened with tension subconsciously, her body slowly softened. The embrace of the Ru Shixiong behind her was like a huge fire stove, continuously transmitting heat, as if to completely melt her.

Xie Lingjiang, who was a seventh-grade Qi Refining practitioner, felt her plain hands kneading the dough become soft and powerless.

By the end of kneading, it was no longer her hands kneading the dough, but Ouyang Rong's pair of long hands kneading the dough and two soft hands.

A pair of beautiful star-like eyes that didn't know how many young talents had been fascinated by tonight's banquet slowly covered with a layer of hazy mist, her heart full of anticipation and panic.

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

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Still remember the first time we met?"

"Mm." Xie Lingjiang sobered up a bit, nodded, and memories couldn't help but emerge in her eyes.

Ouyang Rong sighed with emotion:

"That kick really kicked me miserably, my waist has been hurting 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 shook his head with a laugh, pinching her pair of obedient plain hands:

"At that time, I felt you were quite fierce, your personality was serious and earnest, a bit boring... wanted to keep a distance."

Xie Lingjiang asked nervously: "And then?"

Ouyang Rong smiled gently:

"Later, I don't know why, I gradually got used to you being by my side. You were a bit fierce, but you couldn't resist being cute...

"Sometimes, it's not that I didn't care about you. When in Dragon City, I had obsessions in my heart that hadn't been fulfilled, and later I was pulled back by you in time.

"Later, when I arrived in Xunyang City, I was purely too busy. I thought you could still wait, but tonight at the birthday banquet, I suddenly discovered that you are already eighteen, and in the Great Zhou, you can be considered a big girl."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but explain: "Tonight, Aunt she..."

"It's okay, I actually roughly know her thoughts, it's not wrong, it did remind me."

Xie Lingjiang was moved.

Ouyang Rong smiled: "If we drag it on, who knows if we will miss it..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned her head, pressed her onion-like fingers against his lips, and said with a trembling voice:

"You are not allowed to say discouraging words."

"Okay." A certain straight man was helpless: "Then what should I say..."

"Yingning" Xie Lingjiang suddenly groaned, frowning slightly: "Move your skirt knife away, it hurts."

Ouyang Rong was stunned: "I left the skirt knife in the dormitory, didn't bring it over."

Xie Lingjiang asked curiously, reached back and poked, her little face froze, her gaze slowly moved downward...

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Xie Lingjiang: "..."

Just afraid that the air would suddenly be quiet.

Cough cough, let's water another chapter, try to return to the main line in the next chapter! Some brothers reacted that Xiao Rong is writing incorrectly. Uh, first, this is light classification, second, the protagonist is also a normal person, also has love between men and women, besides, the gentleman's character is serious about big things and not serious about small things, you can see from the book title, when treating girls, it is definitely not dull and rigid, but a kind of jumping and unexpected temperament. Hmm, to summarize in the words of a book friend... a gentleman.