Looking at her back, Lin Qiao felt something was odd, but couldn't quite pinpoint it. Soon, her gaze fell on Song Tingfan, "Bend down a bit."
Song Tingfan pressed his lips tight, holding back the joy that wanted to break free. He bent over, almost the same height as her, their eyes met, and his heart once again raced.
Now it's just like beating a drum.
Zhou Tiedan said that when you like a girl, your heart beats like a drum.
He liked his sister-in-law.
He wanted to be with her day and night, even if it meant getting a beating.
"Sis, who do you want to hire to turn over the soil?"
Lin Qiao was focused on the sweat on his forehead, not noticing his burning gaze, she raised her hand to wipe his forehead gently, answering as she wiped, "Isn't there still a piece of wasteland at the back? I want to turn it over and plant some peach trees or the like, so I don't have to buy petals everywhere in the future to make pastries."
