But she is still a girl or a girl with ancient thoughts.

I can think about everything in my heart, but when I want to say it or do it, I know that even if I think about it thousands of times and need to say it, even if I rehearse it thousands of times in my mind, it is still nowhere.
"Miss, can I help you?" Personal service Zhang Xuecui son after hearing Zhang Xue that "don’t" quickly came to the front and asked.
Chapter 175 I want to be your wife
"Miss, can I help you?"
Listening to tweety’s anxious and crisp sound at the door, Zhang Xue’s blushing tide in the room has just faded and become Guoguo Hong very moving.
"It’s okay. You watch at the door and don’t let people in." Zhang Xuehong looked at Lingyun and said to Tweety outside.
Listen to Zhang Xue, it’s okay. Tweety has some doubts in her heart, but she still walks to the gate of the hospital and is poking around. Zhang An is scolded by Tweety again.
Although Lingyun is not Zhang Xue, frequent visitors here often don’t come once every ten days and a half, but compared with other men, Lingyun comes to Zhang Xue for the most times.
Tweety and Lingyun don’t know each other very well, but she knows Lingyun’s identity is her master’s brother, and the maids in the state animal husbandry house also have a good eye, especially when looking at the Lord.
Although Zhang Xue didn’t say anything to her, it was in bud and Tweety saw that Zhang Xue was different from Lingyun.
Zhang Xue said that it was nothing. She naturally couldn’t hold on to the courtyard door and say that it was Zhang An’s fantasy about the age of * * that Tweety unconsciously guessed what Zhang Xue and Lingyun had done in the room.
Unconsciously, my face is also dyed with a layer of hongxia.
Fifteen-year-old Tweety is still confused about men and women. In her mind, in her fantasy room, Zhang Xue was held in her arms by Lingyun.
However, even if it is such a fantasy, the exclamation before adding Zhang Xue makes this girl who knows or doesn’t understand have a strange feeling.
Listening to Tweety’s footsteps in the room, Zhang Xue glanced at Lingyun’s blushing tide for a long time.
Lingyun was a little confused. He wanted to leave Zhang Xue and cried out, Don’t let him go and stay. Zhang Xue didn’t say anything again.
Just when Lingyun wanted to let Zhang Xue have something to say directly, Zhang Xue blushed and suddenly closed her eyes and hugged Lingyun with her hands tightly around her waist.
A head of black hair leans against Lingyun’s shoulder and his soft chest is tightly attached to Lingyun’s chest.
Lingyun stunned his hands in the middle. I don’t know whether to push Zhang Xue or embrace Zhang Xue’s soft body.
This feeling lingyun felt it before this.
However, what they have done together since childhood is reasonable, so they won’t feel much in their hearts.
Maybe I’m used to the form of getting along with the wind and dance. When Zhang Xue is soft and in my arms, Lingyun feels like touching half. It’s wonderful.
He wants to push Zhang Xue, but he is not willing to experience one more time.
He wants to hug Zhang Xue, but there is a voice in his heart telling him that it is wrong to do so. Your embrace can be dancing for the wind.
Lingyun hesitated in his arms, but Zhang Xue held it tighter and tighter, just like worrying that Lingyun would fly away as soon as she let go.
Lingyun struggled for a minute and his hands finally landed on Zhang Xue’s back.
He knew that Zhang Xue had something to say, but he was embarrassed to say it.
Lingyun feels that if he doesn’t hold Zhang Xue, Zhang Xue won’t talk to him.
Lingyun wants to know if Zhang Xueyou has something to say to him. His warm hands fall on Zhang Xueyou’s back, and their bodies stick together tightly.
Lingyun doesn’t know if this is his reason or excuse, whether he is unwilling to give up Zhang Xue’s arms or really wants to listen to Zhang Xue’s unspoken words.
Feel the generous and warm back, and Zhang Xue’s body relaxed a lot. Before that, she was really worried that she would be pushed by Lingyun.
In Zhang Xue’s view, girls will not only make people feel shameless, but also be seen by men.
But Zhang Xue had a hard time waiting for such an opportunity, such an opportunity to be alone with Lingyun, and she didn’t want to give up, otherwise she didn’t know when it was again.
I feel that Zhang Xuexin’s hands on my back have relaxed a lot. I wish I hadn’t been pushed by Lingyun.
Zhang xuehuan lingyun waist hands strength gradually reduced, but not from the whole person or on lingyun arms.
Feeling the change of beauty in your arms, Lingyun said softly, "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"
Leaning in Lingyun’s arms, Zhang Xue was silent for a moment and finally said, "I want to be your wife."
The sound is very small, very small, and you can’t hear it every meter away, but now Zhang Xue is almost whispering in Lingyun’s ear. Although the sound is small, Lingyun can still hear it clearly.
Hear lingyun is startled. I didn’t expect Zhang Xue to say this.
Before Zhang Xue fell in his arms, Lingyun felt touched. Now, after hearing Zhang Xue say that he wants to be his wife, Lingyun feels that he has been struck by lightning.
What did the original Lingyun ask Zhang Xue to help? I didn’t expect Zhang Xue to be his wife.
In lingyun’s mind, if you marry someone, then your wife must have been dancing with him for more than ten years, and there will be no other candidates.
At this moment, I thought of the wind dance Lingyun again and gave birth to the idea of pushing Zhang Xue, but he held back.
Anyway, I’ve already hugged it. Pushing it won’t help, and it will hurt Zhang Xuexin.
I am also very fond of Zhang Xue Lingyun. After all, whether she is a beauty or a lonely parent, a woman or a man will have a good impression on her.
This will change to Lingyun’s silence. Zhang Xue didn’t open her eyes before or after she said it. She didn’t dare to look at Lingyun.
Lingyun hasn’t been silent for too long, feeling the warmth and softness in his arms. Lingyun’s heart is very tangled.
Lingyun is not entangled in whether to marry Zhang Xue or to promise to marry her wife.
Lingyun’s entanglement is that he should refuse Zhang Xue. In Lingyun’s heart, his wife has a wind dance.
It is true that he, like many men, likes to stay with beautiful women and to get in touch with them.
But it’s just beautiful. Lingyun didn’t have an ambiguous idea or other ideas with each other in his heart.
For Zhang Xue Lingyun, it is more sympathetic to the heart and * *
Lingyun is entangled in her heart now, such as refusing Zhang Xue and not breaking her heart.
Lingyun doesn’t know why Zhang Xue likes himself, but he knows that it is not easy for a girl to say such a thing, especially a woman with ancient thinking.
Before reaching out and hugging Zhang Xue Lingyun, there was already a war between heaven and man. Now I want him to marry Zhang Xue …
Silent for a minute, Lingyun moved her hands to Zhang Xue’s shoulder and slowly moved Zhang Xue’s body, which made the two people face to face. It was a minute before Lingyun could clearly feel Zhang Xue’s breathing.
Zhang Xue finally opened his eyes and looked at Lingyun. I don’t know when Zhang Xue’s face hongxia finally receded.
Bright eyes and Lingyun look at each other without shifting their sight.
Lingyun is thinking about how to tell Zhang Xue that Zhang Xue is waiting for his fate.
Chapter 176 Two worlds
Zhang Xue in the room lifted her head slightly and Lingyun held the bar slightly.
Lingyun’s neck is itchy because Zhang Xue is just in this position.
"You know I already have a wind dance" has been brewing for a long time, and Lingyun finally dared not refuse Zhang Xue to pull it out.
"What’s the matter?" Zhang Xue didn’t expect to wait for Lingyun, so I don’t know whether I am happy or unhappy.
Or did the ancients have the concept of polygamy? Zhang Xuegen didn’t think there was anything wrong with her sharing Lingyun with the wind and dance.
"Isn’t this?" Lingyun replied along with Zhang Xue’s words, but after saying it, Lingyun Ma reacted that she was in the game now, in an ancient Three Kingdoms background game. Zhang Xue was a np woman with ancient thinking.