In fact, the yard is very neat and clean, with asphalt slates paving the floor, white papered window edges, copper-colored bells hanging under the eaves, brand new paint on the doors and windows, and a large vat of lotus flowers in the patio.
Zhang Ying swallowed hard: "Qingqing, why do I feel a little cold?"
It was so cold that my arms got goosebumps.
Isn't it haunted?
Thinking like this, she immediately held Yang Xi's hand tightly beside her.
Xihe turned around and glanced at them. Zhang Ying had short hair and a lively temperament. Yang Xi was taciturn but the clothes on her body were expensive. Li Yun was gentle and beautiful. The three of them lived in the same dormitory as the original owner.
Among the four, the original owner hated Li Yun the most because Wang Jun liked her.
As a frustrated person who cannot love, the original owner's biggest wish is to be with Wang Jun and let Li Yun, the green tea bitch, die wherever he wants.
However, after two years of hard work, Wang Jun remained unwavering and Li Yun remained the same.
Xihe said warmly: "It's cold at night in the mountains, just wear more clothes."
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the bluestone, Xihe raised his feet, crossed the threshold, and walked into the door.
The few people behind looked at each other and walked in one after another.
The house was spotless, with a faint scent of flowers lingering on the tip of his nose. Xihe put the suitcase on the ground and began to introduce the rooms to them: "The first floor is the room, and the second floor is the attic. There are farm tools and sundries. You can decide where you like to live. ?”
Zhang Ying hugged Yang Xi first: "I want to sleep with Xixi."
Several boys chose to share a room.
Li Yun smiled softly: "It seems that I want to live by myself."
Because the original owner never lived with others.
Wang Jun immediately stepped forward and held her hand: "It's okay, I'll live next to you, don't be afraid."
Several people shouted and cheered, and Li Yun's pretty face turned red instantly. He glared at Wang Jun and entered the room on the left first.
Carved bed, clean brocade quilt, glazed mirror,
Soon everyone cheered from every room. Xihe smiled softly and walked to the last room with his luggage.
The layout is similar to other rooms, with table, bed, and dressing table, but it is larger than theirs. There is an extra bathtub behind the bed curtain. Warm water vapor rises in the bucket, and the water is covered with rose petals, exuding a faint fragrance.
Xihe took a casual look, opened the suitcase, took out the clothes and put them in the cabinet.
Then he turned and walked towards the tub.
Perhaps this body had been traveling for two days, and Xihe fell asleep while soaking in the tub. It was already dark when I woke up, and Yang Ying's chirping laughter could be heard outside the house.
She stood up, and the warm water dropped down her bumpy body.
Wrapping herself in a bath towel to dry her body, Xihe walked to the closet and paused as she was about to pick up the dress. The dress she had just put here was gone, and there were only rows of cheongsams neatly arranged.
Xihe...
Looking at the various cheongsams and smooth silk pajamas in the cabinet, Xihe was speechless.
How much does this ghost love cheongsam?
She moved her fingertips and chose a white cheongsam inlaid with pearls.
She has curved willow eyebrows, a delicate nose, bright red lips, and a slender figure. She is dressed in a white lace cheongsam with pearls, which makes her look unique.
Xihe put on the emerald green bracelet and earrings, and looked left and right in the mirror.
It was as if she didn't see the man in the mirror leaning against her neck.
As if she was satisfied, she stood up and walked out from the man's side as if no one else was around.
