After Bai Youmo cleaned up the stall, he said to the woman: "Since my wife wants to go back later, let's go around everywhere. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with the house."

"Um..." The woman nodded and nodded in response.

At this time, the nineteenth death of the East Gate waiting in the forest was slapping the wild mosquitoes in the forest.

"The mosquito is so big, it's so cruel to bite people." Dongmen Shijiu Sang killed one mosquito after another. Sometimes when he was really bored, he let the mosquitoes suck blood, and then observe the mosquitoes that grew gradually. Of course, he didn't know that mosquitoes were not biting people, but sucking blood. No one has studied mosquitoes in this plane, and even if he wanted to study, there was no equipment.

Bai Youmo was walking on the river bank with the woman, and the two of them were smiling and blew the oncoming breeze.

"My husband, the wind is so comfortable... This is the first time we are doing this. What else do we want to do together in the future..." The woman always smiled when she spoke. The next sentence she said turned around, as if she was saying to herself.

Bai Youmo was wondering why the woman and Wen Dalang didn’t go out for a good walk together? Because of the 51% fit, many memories have this fault. Bai Youmo whispered: “Is that so? Then let’s go out for more walks together from now on.”

Bai Youmo suddenly remembered Situ Qin again and pondered in his heart: "It seems that when I was with her, I didn't feel too tired of it. I was chasing it. I didn't feel too tired of it. It was very fresh. But after confirming the relationship, I suddenly felt much more unfamiliar. I always felt that I had a long time in the future, and I could leave a lot of things I wanted to do for me to do in the future. Now... I don't know when I will go back, and there are still many things I haven't done with Qin."

The woman saw that Bai Youmo didn't know what she was thinking about, and thought she was thinking about what she was doing with her. She asked shyly: "What are you thinking about..."

"Nothing..." Bai Youmo came to his senses instantly and answered the woman perfunctorily because he didn't know how to answer. Did he say in front of the woman that he was thinking about his girlfriend in the Blue Star Plane? Then he must be serving with a rolling pin when he went back.

"It must be something I'm thinking... It's okay if I don't say it, don't say anything." After saying that, the woman walked forward a few steps forward, then squatted on the ground, picked up a thin piece of stone, and threw it out towards the lake. The thin piece of stone floated on the water surface. If it was sunk, there were eight strokes in total.

"My husband, come and play this. When I was a child, I liked playing. I watched the stone float on the water alone and finally sink. I always felt that these stones were telling me what the reason was. But I haven't understood after so long... Are you so stupid?" The woman sneered. Was it the wind blew the feelings in her heart, or did her smile warm the love in her heart?

Bai Youmo put down the load casually, squatted on the ground for a long time, and finally picked up a thin piece of stone, controlled the strength and angle, and threw it out.

The thin small stone slabs made long water float on the water surface, with a total of twenty-five strokes.

The woman jumped up excitedly and clapped her hands, saying, "Wow! My husband is so awesome! How many times do you have to do?"

"Twenty-five strokes..." Bai Youmo glanced at the woman and said lightly.

"My husband lied to others, how could this be calculated clearly..." The woman did not believe what Bai Youmo said at all, even if Bai Youmo was right.

Bai Youmo asked back, "I didn't lie... How did you know that it wasn't twenty-five strokes?"

When the woman heard Bai Youmo's replies, she was speechless for a moment.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said coquettishly: "This...that...husband is rude~ no matter so much, my husband, please teach me how to waste..."

"good."

Bai Youmo replied only one word, then squatted down and looked for thin small stones on the ground.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!