After preparing everything, Dong Huiying plopped down on the quilt.
The quilt was laid thickly, and even though the spring ground was a bit damp and cool, sitting on it was quite comfortable with a layer between.
"Co on, hurry up, everyone co over!" She waved cheerfully at Shujun and the others.
The n exchanged smiles and then walked over to Dong Huiying.
The wife, a woman who had both the youthful beauty of a young girl and the mature charm of a grown woman.
Today, her face seed to carry a hint of childlike innocence. Her almond eyes curved like crescents, teeth aligned like pearls, and her skin was fair. Her face was full of brilliant sunshine, smiling joyfully.
Looking at such a wife, Shujun suddenly felt a sense of tilessness.
You could call it a cold war, probably a cold war. Although neither of them was conscious of it, in Shujun’s feeling, in these days, even though the wife laughed and chatted like she used to, there was always a hint of sadness and lancholy in her smile.
Now, seeing her wife so happy, Shujun was also very pleased. He grinned cheekily and walked towards Dong Huiying, then suddenly threw himself onto her, knocking her to the ground.
The girl’s laughter rang like silver bells as she pushed at Shujun’s shoulders, "Okay, okay, stop ssing around."
Her face turned red from laughter, but Shujun instead reached out his mischievous hand and tickled her underarm.
He loved her smile, loved her laughing so happily like this.
"Oh, stop it," she wiggled beneath him, unable to bear it, laughing until tears almost spilled from the corners of her eyes.
The happier she was, the wider Shujun’s smile beca.
After a while, suddenly a large hand landed on Shujun’s shoulder. Shujun turned around and saw Shu Yu, looking indifferent, saying coldly, "Enough, she’s laughing until her stomach hurts."
Shujun playfully said, "I’m happy!"
Shu Yu shook his head, "Even if you’re happy, you can’t mistreat her like this."
Shujun was speechless.
Mistreatnt? Can this even be considered mistreatnt?
Yixuan ca to Dong Huiying’s side. He helped her sit up and gently patted her back to calm her breath.
Having just been played with by Shujun, Dong Huiying laughed until her insides almost got twisted, and she almost ran out of breath.
Shujun was really too naughty.
She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then imdiately glared at Shujun with mock annoyance.
Seeing this expression, Shujun sheepishly rubbed his nose.
Lao Si, Liang Haoming, carrying a lunchbox, walked over from the carriage.
He placed the lunchbox on the quilt used as a dining mat.
Yixuan smiled and said, "We missed lunchti on the road. Co on, let’s eat. Fortunately, the lunchbox is thick enough, and the food inside isn’t too cold."
As Yixuan spoke, he reached out to remove the cover of the lunchbox. His hand, as white as jade, hovered above the food, asuring its temperature.
Dong Huiying nodded repeatedly and then pulled each of the n to sit beside her.
Once everyone was settled, Yixuan had already arranged the food from the lunchbox onto the quilt.
The camping atmosphere was wonderful, neither too cold nor too warm. Sitting here, one could hear the wind rustling through the forest and the distant babbling of a stream.
The freshness and tranquility belonging to nature filled the heart with ease,
The tip of the nose was filled with clean air, the sunlight was gentle, and the light cast spot after spot through the branches of the trees, scattering all over the ground.
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