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"Jianjun, I'll just ask Ling'er to bring it in for me."

I saw Ling'er, who had been washed and changed, walking out of it.

The door closed so quickly that Wang Jianjun didn't even have time to look up. He only saw a flash of white snow before the door was closed.

Wang Jianjun looked at Ling'er who was standing in front of him with her hand stretched out. He hurriedly stuffed the small clothes in the middle of his clothes and handed it to her, and then walked back to the yard.

It's so hot this summer!

Not long after, Li Nanzhi walked out after taking a shower and putting on new clothes.

There was no towel to wipe himself with, so Li Nanzhi wiped it with dirty clothes randomly.

But there were still a lot of water stains on her body, so that her new clothes stuck to her body in many places, making her already beautiful figure more vividly displayed.

Li Nanzhi obviously noticed this and blocked it with his hands in embarrassment.

"There are still too few things here. Let's go back quickly and bring the quilts and other things over."

Li Nanzhi said shyly, his ears turning red.

Wang Jianjun smiled, took off his coat and put it on her body, blocking most of the spring light.

"Come on, let's go home before it gets dark!"

It's just that when we went back, Ling'er didn't want to sit in the middle this time and insisted on standing in the front.

She is short, so standing does not block her sight, but Li Nanzhi still feels that it is too dangerous to be in front.

"Ling'er, be good and sit with mom in the back. It's too dangerous in front."

But no matter how Li Nanzhi tried to persuade her, Ling'er just shook her head, held on to the motorcycle and refused to move.

Li Nanzhi was helpless for a while.

"It's okay, Nanzhi, just let her stand in front. My legs are here to block her, so she won't fall."

"And since my arm is here to stop her, it's safer for her to stand in front. I'll drive slower."

Seeing that Wang Jianjun had said so, Li Nanzhi nodded and had no choice but to compromise.

But as soon as Ling'er stopped in front, Li Nanzhi sat directly behind Wang Jianjun.

Thinking of the speed at which Wang Jianjun was riding his bicycle just now, she hesitated for a moment, then put her hands around Wang Jianjun's waist, and the two of them pressed together tightly.

Wang Jianjun could even feel that Li Nanzhi's hair was blown by the wind onto his face, itching and mixed with a faint fragrance.

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