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Huang Guizhi was scolded by the Madame Zhou as he left the room after a while.

Madame Zhou really wanted to hack a Huang Guizhi into two for two so she couldn't be lazy for even a second.

Jin Xiaolou placed a soft and dry handkerchief on Gao Lang's head. Seeing Gao Lang looking at his in a daze, he had no choice but to use it.

Fortunately, Gao Lang was obedient and didn't make a move with his head lowered. He let Jin Xiaolou play around with his head like he was wiping a big yellow dog.

After a long while, Gao Lang suddenly buried his head deep into Jin Xiaolou's neck.

Jin Xiaolou was startled, she only felt the side of her neck was burning, the handkerchief in her hand was raised, and she forgot to move for a moment.

It was a rare peace of mind and peace that lasted for a long time.

Even though they were leaning against each other, the two of them were wet and cold to the point of trembling.

It was reliable in one place, but felt warm to the touch.

The door opened with a creak, and Huang Guizhi walked in while carrying a large bowl in one hand. As she looked at the two people leaning against each other in the cottage, warmth surged up within her heart.

However, he had no choice but to come in and place the bowl on the table, ”I stealthily made two bowls of ginger soup for you two while Mother wasn't paying attention. The rain has stopped. Warm up in the hot spring. If we continue to delay it, it will become cold. ”

After saying that, he lowered his head and ran out in a flash.

Jin Xiaolou finally reacted and pushed Gao Lang away with a blush. She took the clean clothes and threw him behind the screen.

This screen was made from the broken straw mat, just for the sake of making it convenient for the two of them to change clothes.

Jin Xiaolou picked up a bowl of ginger soup and gulped it down in one breath.

After the two of them changed their clothes, Gao Lang pinched his nose and drank the ginger soup.

Jin Xiaolou pulled him, and walked towards the maple tree forest.

The maple trees in the autumn were red as the flames burning on the slopes of a mountain.

It had just rained, and dawn had just arrived. There was no one around, only the raindrops gathering and the sound of flowing water.

The hot spring that Huang Guizhi was talking about was something that she had accidentally discovered a few days ago. In front of the Maple Tree was the village's unmarked cemetery. Normally, no one would come here, but everyone felt unlucky.