Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 473: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (43)

"Nothing... nothing, it's just that there's mulberry juice on your mouth."

As if she had not yet recovered from Song Guanwen's actions just now, Lin Xi blinked, her eyes uncontrollably falling on Song Guanwen's lips stained with bright red juice, and her voice became a little tense.

"Huh? Where?" Upon hearing this, Song Guanwen leaned towards Lin Xi unconsciously and met her dazed eyes, seeming a little puzzled.

Feeling Song Guanwen's breath suddenly getting closer, Lin Xi suddenly became nervous for no reason. She pursed her dry lips, stretched out her finger and gently touched her lower lip, stammering and gesturing to Song Guanwen.

"Right, right here at the right corner of the mouth."

As if attracted by Lin Xi's actions, Song Guanwen's gaze involuntarily moved from her fingertips stained red by mulberry juice to her lips, which were also stained with juice. His breathing became deep, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "Here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xi's eyes suddenly widened.

Song Guanwen's pale lips slightly opened, and the tip of his tongue poked out from between his lips, quickly sweeping across his lips, rolling the remaining mulberry juice between his lips into his mouth, leaving a very light watery glow on his lips.

This was a very common little action, even seemed a bit childish. Song Guanwen's expression was also very natural, without any frivolity between his eyebrows, which were even slightly furrowed due to concentration.

But for some reason, the fleeting beauty between her lips and teeth seemed to have taken root in Lin Xi's mind, causing her heart to skip a beat.

A heat suddenly rushed up from her spine and rushed to her head, as if someone had lit a fire under her skin, burning her from her cheeks to her fingertips as if she was about to explode.

After realizing what she was thinking, Lin Xi took a step back and lowered her head in panic, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.

But the moment she lowered her head, she heard a rapid beating sound coming from her chest, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound made her feel helpless.

"Hmm!" A hot and wet touch suddenly came from the cheek, accompanied by heavy breathing. Lin Xi was so startled that she opened her eyes suddenly, and her whole body suddenly froze in place, not daring to move.

Suddenly, something wrapped around her knuckles, and she felt a pulling sensation on her hand. The sticky touch startled Lin Xi, and she shuddered. She abruptly retracted her hand, and looked down in shock, only to be met with a pair of large, wet eyes.

The old ox blinked its big eyes and looked at her innocently, its lips moving as it chewed something. Purple-red juice dripped from the corners of its mouth and was rolled up by its tongue and released back into its mouth.

Seeing Lin Xi dodging, this greedy guy stretched his neck again, rolled up his thick and long tongue, and stretched it towards her face.

A familiar heat mixed with the smell of grass hit her face. Lin Xi finally realized what had just happened. She immediately raised her hands to cover her still wet cheeks and took several steps back. Her beautiful thoughts shattered in an instant, and she was so embarrassed that even her ears turned red.

"Whoa!" The old cow, which stretched its neck to steal food, was suddenly grabbed by the rope, causing the bell on its neck, which was originally a little rusty, to make a chaotic and crisp sound.

"Are you okay?" Song Guanwen's eyes swept across Lin Xi's face, then he pulled the cow away with a dark face, pulled down a wild vine on the side of the road and hit it twice. Seeing that it had calmed down, he looked at Lin Xi who was covering her face.

"No, it's okay." Lin Xi realized that she had just been thinking about something. When she met Song Guanwen's concerned eyes, she suddenly wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. She hurriedly shook her head and spoke incoherently.

Lin Xi's earlobes were so red that they seemed to bleed, and a faint crimson hue was revealed in the setting sun. Song Guanwen's gaze lingered on the tip of her ear for a moment, and he pursed his lips slightly before giving the greedy old cow a cane with his backhand. The cow mooed in pain, swung its tail, and took two steps forward.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xi, "Your face is sweaty. This beast likes to lick people. Wipe it first."

"No, no need..."

Lin Xi subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Song Guanwen took the bag of mulberries from her without saying anything, and then stuffed his neatly folded handkerchief into her palm.

"This one isn't clean anymore." Song Guanwen rewrapped the bag of mulberries and stuffed it back into his pocket. He waved the cane to drive the cattle forward again. He glanced back at Lin Xi, who was still in a daze, and as if he had thought of something, he added, "I'll pick some for you tomorrow."

Lin Xi wanted to say no, but Song Guanwen had already turned his head, and his gentle voice drifted over with the evening breeze, "It's getting dark, let's go back."

Looking at Song Guanwen's thin but tall back, Lin Xi's heart suddenly calmed down. She lowered her eyelashes and looked at the neatly folded handkerchief in her hand.

The handkerchief had been washed white, and even had some fuzz on the corners, but it still had a faint scent of soapberry. The soft fabric was like a docile cloud, curled up quietly in her sweaty palm.

There was still mulberry juice on her fingertips. When she clenched the handkerchief in a panic, she left a few faint fingerprints on it, which were particularly eye-catching. She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently unfolded the handkerchief and carefully touched it to her hot cheek.

I don't know if it was to wipe away the moisture from the cow's touch, or to suppress the heat on his face.

"Cousin, the handkerchief is dirty. I'll wash it and give it to you tomorrow." Lin Xi wiped her face, trotted to catch up with Song Guanwen, and gestured to him with the handkerchief raised.

Song Guanwen turned around when he heard the voice, but his eyes did not fall on the handkerchief in her hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on his profile, casting a light golden halo on his deep brows. His gaze rested quietly on her upturned face, his eyes slightly deep. After a moment, he suddenly curled the corners of his lips very lightly.

In the distance came the sound of birds flapping their wings returning to their nests, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bells dangling from the old ox's neck, which made Lin Xi's heart rise and fall.

"What, what's wrong?" Lin Xi felt that the heat on her face, which she had just suppressed with great difficulty, suddenly showed signs of surging again, and she couldn't help but start stuttering again.

"It's okay." Song Guanwen lowered his eyelids and shook his head gently, "Let's go."