Chapter 7: Cannot Afford to Offend (2) (Part 1) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.
Xiao Lang also took a low stool and sat down behind Shu Lan, combing her hair very seriously.
Hmm, this hair was too yellow, and it was an eyesore among the other soft, shiny black hair, so pull it out.
Huh, why was there a tight knot here Pull it and it wouldn’t work, then use force.
Hmm, good, finally untied.
Xiao Lang took off a handful of tangled hair on the wooden comb and hid it in his pocket, looking at Shu Lan’s small trembling shoulders with satisfaction.
The lazy girl had one of the biggest flaws.
She would try her best to avoid him, but when she fell into his hands, she would not do some unnecessary struggle.
Of course, the torture was enough just a few times, if you bully her again, the lazy girl would cry, and even if the aunt believed in him, it would be a little troublesome.
He skillfully tied a double bun for Shu Lan.
Xiao Lang asked her to turn around and said, “Older brother will comb your bangs for you.”
Shu Lan obediently got up and sat down mechanically.
Her almond eyes closed tightly.
She did not dare to look directly into Xiao Lang’s eyes.
Since they recognized each other’s identities, Shu Lan did not dare to look into his eyes again because she would remember the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes when he pressed her in the previous life.
Seeing Shu Lan’s long eyelashes constantly fluttering, Xiao Lang’s hands paused.
Even if he didn’t want to, he had to admit that the lazy girl was very beautiful.
She looked better every year, better than all the peasant girls he had ever seen.
Maybe it was because she was eating and lazy, her small face with some baby fat had always been white and pink, with slender and curved eyebrows like bamboo leaves, a beautiful nose like a jade bridge, and a red and tender cherry mouth.
Every time he saw her, Xiao Lang would always have a familiar and unfamiliar impulse.
It was just like the cherries she “took the initiative” to give him last year, rosy and tender, making people want to eat but reluctant to destroy them.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lang suddenly felt a little annoyed.
Now he couldn’t eat raw, let alone people, but he always played dirty tricks against the lazy girl without pain or itching.
When he was a child, he felt satisfied, but now he felt more and more like it was not enough.
The bones and blood all over his body were clamoring, telling him there was another way, but he couldn’t think of anything.
Feeling irritable instantly, Xiao Lang pulled out the dishonest hair on Shu Lan’s forehead as if venting.
Shu Lan finally couldn’t bear it any longer and suddenly opened her eyes.
Tears were already overflowing in her beautiful almond eyes and they flowed down in a series.
She didn’t look at Xiao Lang and she didn’t shout like she did when she was a child.
She just lowered her eyebrows and silently wept, which made Xiao Lang feel a sense of guilt, although that feeling was fleeting.
Xiao Lang raised his hand, wiped away the tears on Shu Lan’s face expressionlessly, and then began to comb her bangs, but his eyes fell on the fine eyelashes of Shu Lan like a fan.
He didn’t know when it started.
He especially liked to stare at the lazy girl.
After thinking about it for a few nights, Xiao Lang defined this kind of liking as satisfaction with his prey.
“Ah Lang, have you eaten” Qin-shi suddenly asked when she was about to wash the rice.
Xiao Lang looked at Shu Lan’s head and replied, “I’ve eaten, my father is going to town today, so I ate earlier.” The father and son set out in the early morning and returned after they had two pheasants.
In the afternoon, Xiao Shouwang was going to the town to sell the recently accumulated animal skins.
Since he had eaten, Qin-shi only washed a bowl of rice.
She walked to the stove, glanced outside casually, and saw the two of them sitting obediently facing her.
She calmed down and chatted with Xiao Lang while cleaning up: “Ah Lang, you’re not too young, you should study hard and get fame.
It’s not a good thing to hang out in the mountains all day.” This kid read a few books with Shu Maoting a few years ago.
Her husband said his talent was better than that of his son, but he just didn’t want to learn, and he didn’t even participate in the imperial examinations.
Xiao Lang touched Shu Lan’s face, and finally, let her go, “Aunt, I don’t like those things, it gives me a headache just looking at them.”