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Aunt Wang playfully shoved a small basket filled with mixed grain cakes into Yang Qinghe's hands, signaling him to help put it on the small dining table. Yang Qinghe, not wanting to refuse Aunt Wang's kindness, complied obediently.
Wang Jianjun was thrilled; this was a great opportunity for him to interact with Yu Songyu, and he didn’t want to miss it. At the dining table, Wang Jianjun was as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline, chattering away about his experiences and observations, making both Aunt Wang and Yu Songyu laugh heartily.
Yu Songyu was filled with curiosity about this era and listened intently, fully engaged in the conversation. Amidst their lively discussion, no one noticed that Yang Qinghe's expression had grown somewhat dark.
Could there really be so many good things in the mountains during autumn? Yu Songyu loved adventure, and she was intrigued by everything Wang Jianjun said about the mountains. When it came to mountain goods, she couldn’t help but picture herself carrying a small basket up the hill to pick mushrooms.
Tsk, what’s there to lie about! Pine cones, chestnuts—there’s an abundance of them. If you take a small basket up the mountain, you won’t be able to pick them all!
Wang Jianjun wore a proud expression, as if all these wild treasures sprouted from him, resembling a peacock displaying its feathers.
Ah, just talking about it makes me excited!
Yu Songyu was incredibly curious; she hadn’t expected such richness in the mountains. Although Wang Jianjun had a somewhat delicate appearance, he certainly had a good sense of humor. Chatting with him was easy and relaxing, allowing her to let down her guard.
Since being captured and taken to Cambodia until now, Yu Songyu felt genuinely happy for the first time, both inside and out. Little did she know that when she said this, Yang Qinghe’s heart jolted sharply.
While Yu Songyu meant that she was excited about going up the mountain, all Yang Qinghe heard were the words "excited" directed at another man. How could she express such feelings for someone else?
The pressure around Yang Qinghe dropped as he radiated coldness. Unfortunately, everyone else was so engrossed in their conversation that no one noticed his changing complexion.
Yu Songyu was in high spirits as they chatted. She felt that whether they ate or not was secondary; what truly mattered was the sense of fulfillment from the experience.
"When spring arrives, I'll take you up the mountain to play. The blooming flowers will be absolutely beautiful!"
Wang Jianjun extended the invitation, his face flushed red. He had a clean and fair complexion, exuding an air of scholarly elegance. His features were delicate, falling into the category of those who looked somewhat feminine.
Although he was handsome, he paled in comparison to Yang Qinghe's charisma. They were two entirely different types; Wang Jianjun possessed a certain softness in his beauty.
Yang Qinghe had refined features, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his profile strikingly masculine. In modern times, both of them would undoubtedly be considered handsome men.
Yu Songyu gazed at their faces, unable to suppress her admiration. Men like these were truly good-looking, unlike those from later generations who formed groups and looked effeminate—she felt an urge to slap them.
"Alright, you better keep your word!"
Yu Songyu gave Wang Jianjun a firm pat on the shoulder.
At her touch, Wang Jianjun's face turned even redder; who could withstand that?
"Once spring comes, there will be plenty of snakes and wild beasts!"
Yang Qinghe suddenly interjected coldly.
Wang Jianjun was momentarily speechless at this remark. He was most afraid of insects and rodents in everyday life, let alone snakes and wild animals.
"True, but Xiao Yu, don't worry! I'll protect you; I promise nothing will go wrong!"
Under the influence of hormones, Wang Jianjun was lost in his feelings, making grand promises without a second thought.
"You can't even protect yourself; how can you protect others? Every time we go hunting in the mountains, you're hiding behind us!"
Yang Qinghe showed no mercy, directly hitting Wang Jianjun where it hurt.
Wang Jianjun wanted to argue back but faltered when faced with Yang Qinghe's piercing gaze.
On the way there, Wang Jianjun couldn't contain his inner joy; his heart fluttered with excitement.
Seeing him like this made Yang Qinghe want to strangle him. She thought to herself that Yu Songyu couldn't possibly have such poor taste as to like this effeminate fool.
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