Worship tomorrow

33 A Dream
Go back to the Song family.

Luo Qingfeng put away his things and sat at the table to read.

While I was reading and thinking about things, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Cousin, are you in the house?"

The courtyard door opened.

Song Wan'er wore a pink skirt and entered the courtyard with food.

Ping'er followed behind, seemingly holding soup in her hand.

Luo Qingfeng glanced at the window, slowly closed the book, stood up and walked out.

"Cousin, it's time to eat."

Song Wan'er placed the food on the stone table in the small courtyard and looked at him gently with a slight smile on her face.

Under the setting sun, the girl is soft and graceful, standing gracefully like a flower that has just bloomed, fragrant and eye-catching.

Luo Qingfeng glanced at it, thanked her, and said, "Just ask Ping'er to bring it over from now on. You don't have to come over in person."

Song Wan'er laughed softly and said, "Wan'er is fine anyway."

Then he looked at him again, frowned slightly and said, "Cousin, don't you want to see Wan'er?"

Luo Qingfeng said: "Of course not, I'm just afraid that you'll get burned. Also, if my cousin sees you doing these things, she might scold me behind my back again."

Song Wan'er suddenly laughed, covered her mouth and said, "Is cousin still angry with mother?"

Luo Qingfeng shook his head, sat down in front of the stone table, and said, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have contradicted my cousin."

Song Wan'er stared at the expression on his face for a few times, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "My mother is like that, cousin, just don't take it to heart. Wan'er will try to persuade her again in the future."

Luo Qingfeng nodded, without saying anything more, picked up the chopsticks, turned to look at her and said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Song Wan'er shook her head: "Wan'er isn't hungry."

Then he whispered: "Wan'er is afraid of gaining weight after eating at night... If she gains weight, she won't be able to get married in the future..."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her face and said, "My cousin is so beautiful, there's no need to worry."

Song Wan'er smiled reservedly and looked at him tenderly with her beautiful eyes.

Luo Qingfeng lowered his head to eat and said no more.

He quickly ate most of the food on the table.

After putting down her chopsticks, Ping'er picked up the soup at the table and said, "My dear cousin, this is the tonic soup that the lady made specially for you. You are tired from studying, so you need to replenish your body."

Luo Qingfeng glanced at it, took it in his hand, turned to look at the girl beside him and said, "Wan'er, thank you."

Song Wan'er smiled softly: "You're welcome, cousin, we are all part of the same family."

Luo Qingfeng was silent for a moment, looked at the soup in the bowl again, lowered his head and drank it.

Soon, he drank the entire bowl of soup.

At this time, night has come.

Ping'er collected the dishes and left.

Song Wan'er said a little embarrassedly: "Cousin, Wan'er, can you come in and read a book with you for a while? It's so boring to go back to the house alone now."

Luo Qingfeng seemed to hesitate for a moment, then stood up and said, "Of course."

Song Wan'er showed a happy smile on her face and followed him into the house.

When she walked to the door of the room, she took off her shoes, revealing a pair of delicate feet wearing white socks under the pink skirt.

As soon as she entered the house, her feet suddenly stumbled, she screamed and fell forward.

Luo Qingfeng quickly supported her and said: "Be careful."

Song Wan'er leaned softly in his arms, with a hint of pain between her brows, and whispered: "It hurts..."

She stood on tiptoe, bit her pink lip and said, "My foot seems to be sprained..."

Luo Qingfeng quickly helped her to the bedside and asked her to sit there. Then he squatted down and was about to reach out to help her, but suddenly stopped.

Song Wan'er's eyebrows were full of pain, and she whispered: "Cousin, help... help Wan'er rub..."

Luo Qingfeng looked up at her and said: "Men and women cannot touch each other, let alone a girl's feet. Otherwise, I'll call..."

Song Wan'er said with a painful expression: "Cousin, we are a family, there are no taboos, Wan'er hurts so much..."

As she spoke, the look of pain on her face became even stronger.

Luo Qingfeng lowered her head and looked at her little white stocking feet under her pink skirt. She hesitated again, then stretched out her hand to hold her ankle, gently lifted it up, and then held it with her other hand while rubbing it gently. While twisting carefully.

"Um……"

The girl bit her lip, suddenly her body trembled, and she let out a groan of pain.

Luo Qingfeng stopped quickly, looked at her and said, "Does it hurt?"

The girl frowned, looking pitiful: "It hurts..."

Luo Qingfeng didn't dare to rub it anymore, so he had to put it down and said: "It's better to go see a doctor, I guess it needs bone correction."

The girl's face was full of pain. She bent down and gently took off the white socks on her feet, revealing a snow-white and delicate little foot.

She rubbed her ankles with her slender fingers, hissed, and said a little aggrievedly: "Cousin, look, they are all red..."

Luo Qingfeng looked at it and turned red as expected.

"Cousin, you...can you help Wan'er rub her for a little longer?" The girl begged with tears in her eyes.

Luo Qingfeng glanced down and had no choice but to hold her slender ankle again, lift her little foot up, hold it with the other hand, and rub it gently.

Without the barrier of white socks, the girl's feet were particularly delicate and smooth in her hands.

Song Wan'er bit her pink lips, two blushes rose on her cheeks, and she looked at him with gleaming eyes.

After a while.

Ping'er's voice suddenly came from outside: "Miss, are you still in the house? Madam asked you to come over."

Luo Qingfeng quickly helped her put on her socks, then helped her put on her shoes at the door, and helped her out.

Ping'er was shocked when she saw it: "Miss, you...what's wrong with you?"

Luo Qingfeng said: "It's okay, I just accidentally sprained my ankle. Let my cousin and aunt take a look. If it doesn't work, go see a doctor to straighten the bones."

Ping'er quickly helped her young lady leave.

Song Wan'er turned around and said with a blushing face: "Cousin, thank you..."

Luo Qingfeng said: "Family, you're welcome."

Song Wan'er said "Yes" softly, her eyes were like water, and her face was as delicate as a flower.

Ping'er helped her out of the door.

After passing through a round door outside, the little maid couldn't help but whisper: "Miss, it's already dark, why are you in my cousin's room? A man and a woman are alone in the same room. If the master and his wife find out... …”

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, a slap suddenly hit her hard on the face.

The little maid trembled and froze in place.

Night fell.

Luo Qingfeng stood in the small courtyard for a while, then went over to lock the door, then picked a branch and prepared to stab his throat.

But suddenly, he stopped again, and the expression on his face gradually became complicated.

"You should be dreaming tonight..."

He raised his head and looked into the dark night in the distance.

"What would you dream about?"

I stood in the small courtyard for a long time.

He threw away the branch and returned to the house.

I hope his guess is wrong.

There was both a trace of expectation and a trace of pain in his heart.

Soon it was night.

He was lying on his bed, thinking about things in his mind.

Before I knew it, sleepiness came over me.

He didn't stop, he closed his eyes naturally and let his mind go.

In the sea of ​​​​fu, it also became calm.

Not long after, he had fallen asleep...

In the dead of night, all sounds are silent.

He tossed and turned on the bed, his body extremely hot.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stood up and went out, quietly entered another small courtyard, then walked to a window and looked into the room.

This is a girl's boudoir, filled with pink decorations.

On the bed, covered by a curtain, a figure was lying inside, looming, and a delicate little foot wearing white socks was exposed from under the curtain.

His heart became increasingly hot, so he suddenly opened the window and slipped in quietly.

He came to the window, struggled in his heart for a long time, suddenly took off his clothes, opened the curtain, and got in.

The girl on the bed suddenly woke up and let out a cry of surprise.

But he lost his mind and held her down like a beast in heat...

"Cousin, don't..."

He woke up with a start and opened his eyes.

Just a dream...

Outside the window, the sun rose and it was already dawn.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open and his expression was in a trance. He was stunned for a long time before he gradually came back to his senses.

"Is it just a dream?"

he murmured.

As soon as I got up and washed up, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Cousin, are you up?"

(End of this chapter)