Qingheba was previously a reservoir located in the suburbs of Rongcheng, but was later built into a leisure and cultural tourism base by the Rongcheng government. It was developed into a scenic spot in combination with the vegetation along the coast and the spacious plains.

Although it is not a key scenic spot of A, it is also a place where people in Chengdu often visit during festivals and festivals, a bit like the advanced open source version of People's Park.

Lin Xiaoxian was originally planning to take the family of three there, but my aunt unfortunately sprained her ankle again.

"I can't leave? I sprained last time, didn't you jump up the stairs and jump around?"

"It's different. I pretended to be like you to hug me before, but this time it's true."

What a sad story.

When my aunt got depressed, she told the truth. She wore a coat and leaned against her legs on the sofa like wild mushrooms after the rain, holding the pillow in a cowardly manner, calling her beauty a poor life. Her little feet were obviously so beautiful and cute, but she could not be treated with gentleness in this world.

"Xiaoxian, you must have hurt its heart."

“???”

"You didn't love it well on the first night of the New Year. You just took it a few strokes and left, and your feet became depressed, so you committed suicide today... right, feet?"

The white and tender toes bent aggrievedly. Mu Changqing raised his head with confidence and looked at Lin Xiaoxian resentfully:

"Look, you nodded your head, it's all your fault."

"Mu Changqing, I'm afraid you don't know. I'll mention it. Wang Xiaomeng next door is not as naive as you."

"I don't believe it unless she sprained her ankle, too."

My aunt thought about calling Wang Xiaomeng over and letting her spit out one for Lin Xiaoxian on the spot, but after thinking about it, she felt that this idea seemed a bit cruel and seemed to prove anything, so she gave up.

"Even if Xiao Meng sprained, she would at least honestly admit that it was caused by her own accident and would not say that she committed suicide."

"Of course, her little feet are not depressed..."

"Not yours."

"Yes, you've got it..."

My aunt's voice was lazy and she casually threw the pot on her nephew. Lin Xiaoxian naturally would not be serious with her aunt. He was standing by the coffee table to comb his sister's hair, turning his face to look down at Mu Changqing with a fool's eyes, and then his eyes uncontrollably penetrated into a deep gully, and he frowned:

"Where did your clothes come from?"

"This? You bought it for me." Mu Changqing shook the coat he draped over his body.

"That one inside."

"Oh, I bought this one when I was shopping. It's cheap and beautiful."

Mu Changqing's coat was a gray open-breasted sweater, and a heart-shaped hole was opened under a high collar. Two high-end arcs could bulge and swell up the love, revealing a seductive mysterious abyss and a dazzling white and plump blockbuster. Lin Xiaoxian's old face was hot:

"You buy less unruly clothes in the future."

"Tsk, if you have the ability, don't look at me with inappropriate eyes..."

Mu Changqing blinked her eyes and muttered in a low voice. Xiaoshu was there, and she didn't dare to say it too clearly, but just buzzed her lips and walked by in a vague way. She believed that Lin Xiaoxian would definitely understand it.

"Ahem...!"

Sure enough, Lin Xiaoxian was uncomfortable and didn't even dare to refute. A hint of panic floated across his eyes, and his hair was messed up, which accidentally hurt Lin Xiaoshu.

Mu Changqing's eyes smiled.

In this world, there are no unreasonable clothes, just unreasonable aunts and unreasonable nephews...

She thought quietly, and a layer of rouge flashed across her face.

...

Lin Xiaoxian finished combing her sister's hair and tied her two cute buns. Lin Xiaoshu was very satisfied and happily went into the house to change her clothes.

"Xiaoxian Xiaoxian, would we go tomorrow?"

"No, the year will be over tomorrow, and all the stalls and performances will be gone."

Lin Xiaoxian walked around the balcony and returned to the living room. She sat on the sofa and glanced at her aunt. She held a bottle of safflower oil in her left hand and spread her right hand on her thigh:

"Give it to me..."

"What?"

"Feet, see if it's better, I'll apply it to you and consolidate it."

"oh oh."

Mu Changqing obediently lifted his calves over, and gently placed his injured right foot on his legs, and placed it in his warm palm. The originally exquisite foot wrist was stained with a small bruise. Lin Xiaoxian pressed it gently:

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

After observing it, there was no improvement, and I had to apply safflower oil again.

Lin Xiaoxian poured a few drops on his palm and slowly covered it. The force of rubbing his palms from small to large, and Mu Changqing gradually began to cry out in his pain, and shallow tears rolled out in his eyes.

"Xiaoxian...be gentle...well..."

Mu Changqing moaned with a whimper, stretched his arch and stepped on it slowly. He accidentally kicked Xiaoxiaoxian, and his tender toe seemed to have found a point of focus, and subconsciously rubbed softly.

Of course, this is not as delicate and deliberate as lightly zipping and wiping. It is just a gentle press and scraping through the pants, but it is enough to make Lin Xiaoxian shocked, and his blood surged into his heart. He hurriedly moved away his butt and subconsciously eased the strength of his hand.

"Uh...that's it..."

The sudden tenderness of my nephew made Mu Changqing's frowning eyebrows relax, which was less painful, and his breathing was slowing down. Lin Xiaoxian originally tried so hard to rub the blood stasis and rub the medicinal power of safflower oil into it, but every casual whisper and movement of the beautiful woman around her was exuding a moving atmosphere that plucked people's hearts like a freehand painting.

This pair of Lin Xiaoxian, who has been with her family for seven days during the Spring Festival and has not been intimate with her girlfriends, has caused a very irritating stimulation, so in the end she dared not exert force any more, so she would not let her continue to seduce her. After gently rubbing her wrists warmly, she quickly packed up and prepared to go out.

"Xiaoxian, the smell of safflower oil is so bad." Mu Changqing lay on the sofa, squinting his eyes in disgust.

“Just wash it off with soap later.”

"Well, then I'll wait for you to come back."

“…”

Lin Xiaoxian didn't want to ask Mu Changqing what he meant, but he felt that there was another handle that fell into Mu Changqing's hands.

He glared at Mu Changqing with anger, called Lin Xiaoshu, and hurried out after saying hello, leaving only my aunt lying on the sofa alone, recalling some messy thoughts in his mind, holding the cushion to cover his face, revealing only two beautiful eyes that were gradually getting darker and blinking.

"...Bad nephew...is indeed a pervert..."

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When we arrived at Qingheba, Lin Xiaoxian and Lin Xiaoshu's feelings could only be described with ease and joy.

The blue sky, white clouds, green grass and green water. Although the comfort of this heart is not as good as that of Qinghai Lake, it can be regarded as a small holy place compared to the noisy and chaotic city.

The reservoir has a special area for people to fish. Although Lin Xiaoxian was eager to try it, he came with Lin Xiaoshu after all, so he couldn't ignore his sister, so he bought two kites and put them together with Lin Xiaoshu.
Chapter completed!