Ouyang Rong seemed to notice the dissatisfaction in his junior sister's tone. He thought for a while and suggested:

"Eat the pickled radish slowly later, and don't rush to stuff it into your mouth with your senior brother, or it won't fall on you.

"Besides, as for the skirt..."

Xie Ling Jiang Yu Guang saw that Ouyang Rong murmured, and then the next second, he suddenly bent down and came to her calves, which were sitting together, and reached out to grab the corners of her skirt.

Senior brother, what are you doing?

Under Xie Ling Jiang's skirt, her delicate body, which was still warm after bathing, instantly tensed up.

But immediately, she seemed to see something, and her body suddenly softened.

"Tie a knot for you, so you won't have to sweep the floor like a mop for Master Shandao and others..."

Ouyang Rong pressed his chest against his knees, bent over and lowered his head, and was busy tying knots in his hands. When he saw such a long skirt, his obsessive-compulsive disorder came over him.

Xie Ling Jiang's pretty face was startled.

She slightly bent her legs and sat with her head held high, lowering her chin slightly and looking down at the man who was immersed in knotting the hem of her skirt.

At a certain moment, something warm flowed through the woman's heart, and she felt that the drafty car around her was getting warmer.

She suddenly felt that the busy and unfamiliar way she had dressed up this morning, worrying about gains and losses, was not so silly.

The atmosphere in the carriage became quiet for a while.

"Senior brother."

"Huh? Why, this knot looks ugly, let's change it to another one."

"No, I just want to call you." Xie Lingjiang smiled.

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Not long after, the carriage arrived at the foot of Dagushan Mountain. A group of people got off the horse and climbed the mountain to enter the temple.
Chapter completed!