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Upon arriving home, Yu Songyu discovered that Yang Qinghe was also there. She hurried over to him.
"How did you get here?"
Yu Songyu set down her bag and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Are you tired?"
The man reached out his large hand and gently ruffled her hair, his face filled with affectionate concern.
"I'm not tired. What's up?"
"There’s a big dog in the neighboring village that just had a litter of puppies."
"Huh? Are they giving them away?"
"Yes, it’s already been arranged!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go! Grandma, I’m stepping out for a bit! I have meat buns in my bag!"
Before Old Lady could respond, the two of them dashed out like the wind.
Yang Qinghe rode his bicycle with Yu Songyu sitting behind him. The setting sun cast a warm glow over them, stretching their shadows long on the ground.
Yu Songyu tightly wrapped her arms around Yang Qinghe's waist. His waist was firm and strong, radiating a sense of power.
Yang Qinghe smiled but then noticed that in her haste to leave, the young girl had forgotten to wear gloves.
With one hand on the handlebars, he unbuttoned two buttons at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled Yu Songyu's small hand from around his waist and tucked it inside his clothing.
"It's so cold; your hands will freeze without gloves!"
But even now, she could still feel the cold wind biting at her wrists. It hurt!
"Huh?"
Just as Yang Qinghe was about to stop and check on her, Yu Songyu swiftly withdrew her hand from under his shirt.
Her icy little hand met Yang Qinghe's warm skin, causing both of them to shiver involuntarily.
The sensation was exquisite; they felt as if they had been electrocuted, a tingling warmth spreading throughout their bodies.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces...
Yu Songyu silently counted the number of Yang Qinghe's abdominal muscles in her mind, completely lost in the moment.
Yang Qinghe felt a ticklish sensation in his heart from her little cat-like paws. This couldn't go on; after all, he was a man—a young man with normal desires and vigor. How could he withstand such a test?
He took a deep breath and pressed one hand down on her restless little hand.
Xiao Yu, this feels so ticklish and unsafe!
Oh!
Yu Songyu was getting into the mood when suddenly, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, instantly dampening her enthusiasm and making her hands settle down.
I didn’t mean it like that! I meant, once we get there, you can touch however you want!
Oh!
Yu Songyu's voice was lazy as she pretended to be unhappy, teasing Yang Qinghe.
No, wait—
Yang Qinghe stopped the car and turned to look at Yu Songyu, only to find her pouting with an unhappy expression.
No, I really don’t want you to fall. So go ahead and touch now!
Let’s hurry up; it’s getting dark!
Yu Songyu pretended to huff in annoyance as she pulled her little hand away, reaching to unbutton her clothes and wrapping her arms around Yang Qinghe's waist over the fabric.
Yang Qinghe wanted to say something more, but Yu Songyu urged him on.
Are we going or not? If we don’t leave now, I won’t go!
Let’s go, let’s go!
The neighboring village wasn’t far, and soon they arrived at the door of a house.
Uncle Feng, are you home?
Footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a few coughs.
The door creaked open, revealing an old man hunched over in a thick cotton coat with a pipe in his mouth standing before them.
You’re here? Come in!
The two followed him inside. As it was getting dark outside, they didn’t turn on any lights, leaving the room somewhat dim.
Over there—
The old man pointed to a corner of the room where the light was even dimmer, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Yang Qinghe was worried that Yu Songyu couldn't see clearly, so he pulled the basket into a well-lit area, allowing Yu Songyu to choose.
Inside the bamboo basket were several small puppies, a mix of yellow and white, each one adorably chubby, though a bit on the thin side. Judging by their size, they seemed to be less than a week old.
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