The last time Zhou Song entered the farmers' market, he was still vaguely in elementary school.

Ten years passed by, and the first city in the Far East was changing with each passing day. Only these farmers' markets, although they kept relocating, were still immersed in the past.

The ground is always wet, and the oil stains floating in the drainage ditches on both sides of the road reflect twisted color patterns, and the entrance to the sewer is covered with layers of indescribable things.

When passing by a fish stall, the boss was holding a water pipe in his hand and rinsed the blood and internal organs. The disgusting smell came to his face, and the dirty water almost fell on Yuan Yueling's trouser legs.

"Hey!" Zhou Song shouted angrily.

"Oh! Sorry! The beauty gives it!"

Yuan Yueling had long been used to it, and in turn advised Zhou Song not to be so irritable and to be embarrassed outside.

"Little girl, you're here again! Is this your boyfriend? What are you going to order today?"

It seems that Yuan Yueling is already a regular customer here, and some bosses greet her enthusiastically.

"Well, my boyfriend." Yuan Yueling replied with a smile while picking and choosing.

Zhou Song was a little out of place, and was in a mess, dodging all kinds of dirty touches that might come. Yuan Yueling was like a fish in water, as if she had been a housewife for many years, and went to different stalls with clear goals and shuttled around the old man and the old man in a casual manner.

Zhou Song followed Yuan Yueling, looked at her buttocks, and couldn't help but remember the sleep she had last night.

Yesterday... I was so embarrassed to see what I saw yesterday.

He even took the initiative to reject Yuan Yueling's expression of "communication of love".

The main reason is that I was really tired - from the early morning of the 31st to the early morning of the 1st, I didn’t close my eyes for nearly 20 hours, running around and making trouble, and Zhou Song had already lost his strength.

The secondary reason is that Zhou Song himself was also somewhat indescribable.

He hated Yuan Yueling always said "being used as a sexual tool".

At first, I was still half-joking tone, but I was complaining seriously on the Ferris wheel last night.

Zhou Song felt it was incomprehensible - a young man under 20 was at the age of a young age. He was in love for the first time and lived with a girl for the first time. He only released the surge of love and youthful energy for a specific single goal. Why was he labeled as "lsp"?

Love and sex are inseparable. Zhou Song only had the so-called "platonic love" fantasy only in the third grade of elementary school.

You are my girlfriend, the only person I love in my life, and my future wife. If I don’t have to go out to find someone else? Why are you a “sex tool”?

Having said that, if you miss such a good opportunity last night, you will definitely regret it in the future.

If you catch it, maybe now...

A science fiction writer named "Xinghe" in the last century said that time is enough for you to love.

Zhou Song comforted himself, I still have time.

"Dog! Go away!" Yuan Yueling shouted, awakening Zhou Song from his meditation.

The girl held a little pork in her left hand and two cucumbers in her right hand. She ran towards her at a speed of 100 meters, and ran to her on the way. She also bumped into two people.

Zhou Song subconsciously flashed past, and Yuan Yueling ran past him like a gust of wind.

"Chasing! Dog!" The girl threw down this sentence, and her back almost disappeared from the crowd.

Zhou Song ran away and chased after him.

Yuan Yueling must have run into this alley, right?

Zhou Song ran along the alley, and there was another fork in front of him, and he didn't know how to make a decision.

At this time, the girl was already gasping for breath, holding her waist, and slowly walked back from the fork on the left.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Song asked inexplicably.

"Someone is following us..." Yuan Yueling said slowly, panting.

"How can you be sure..."

"He is using the camera to secretly take pictures of me."

...

...

On the way home, both of them were in a bit heavy.

"If there is no that person... our relationship in recent years may not be so bad." Yuan Yueling said: "I always thought that person was you."

"Compared to this," Zhou Song's focus was different: "What you should worry more about now is your safety issue, right?"

"Is it safe...?" Yuan Yueling said with little confidence: "If he would be unfavorable to me, he would have taken action long ago?"

He opened the door and entered the entrance with the dishes. Yuan Yueling squatted in front of the shoe cabinet and unbuttoned the shoelaces of the white canvas shoes.

She wiped the sewage stained on the upper with a rag placed next to the shoe rack twice, and she took off her shoes.

The sewage seeped through the upper, leaving two or three dark marks on the white socks on the feet.

"Look at me, goblin." Yuan Yueling lifted up the legs of her jeans and showed Zhou Song the exaggerated lace lace in the socks.

After Zhou Song bought this pair of socks, Yuan Yueling kept putting it in the bottom of the box. Today is the first time she took it out to wear it.

"Yeah, I saw it." Zhou Song squeezed out a smile.

"What's your reaction?" Yuan Yueling pouted in disappointment: "What's wrong, are you still thinking about that?"

"Um."

"Don't think about it, go to the room to wait for me." Yuan Yueling ran forward without slippers, barefoot and socks, and hugged Zhou Song's waist.

"It's early in the morning... I'm going to cook." Zhou Song reached out and gently pushed away the girl's hand.

"Go, room, room, wait, I." Yuan Yueling ordered in an unquestionable tone.

"I'm not your sexual tool." Zhou Song said angrily.

"Hey!"

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"Are you?"

"I am, I am, whatever you say," Zhou Song begged.

"what do you?"

"tool."

"Um?"

"I am your sexual tool."

"This is almost the same." Yuan Yueling said with satisfaction.

"...Auntie, can you take it away? It's very smelly." Zhou Song lay on the ground, trying hard to move the girl's right foot away.

"How come it smells smelly when you just wore it all the morning?" Yuan Yueling said suspiciously: "Besides, don't you like it smelly?"

The girl took back her feet and walked towards the slipper rack.

"Didn't you smell it yourself? It smells like seafood." Zhou Song sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.

——Separation line—

The Spring Festival in 2035 is February 8, and the final exam week of TU University is in mid-January.

Since Zhou Song praised Haikou for all the teachers in various subjects, he naturally did not dare to take it too lightly.

Days pass by day through endless learning.

Yuan Yueling saw with satisfaction that the feedback of love brought more feedback of love.

Zhou Song volunteered to take care of the daily "buy and wash and burn" and most of the housework.

He was originally a self-care ability and dropped out of prenatal education. He used the housework ability shared by Yuan Yueling with him to clean up the house in an orderly manner.

When buying groceries, Zhou Song would always buy a few big peaches, come back to wash, peel, cut, and serve them on the plate.

"I finally look like a man in the Demon City." Yuan Yueling praised him.

Yuan Yueling was still a little disgusted when she said this. Sometimes she would shout "Let me go" and come up to grab it.

"You just let me spoil you for two days." Zhou Song said.

Loomed under the shadow of that "stalker", Zhou Song banned Yuan Yueling from going out alone again, and Yuan Yueling had no objection.

After giving up the library self-study at night, Zhou Song would always take Yuan Yueling back home before dark, and the two of them stayed at home to read books.

Yuan Yueling felt that the figure who was suspected to be a stalker had never appeared again for the time being.

The shared bathing before going to bed gradually became a normal state, and they no longer even deliberately avoided Tang Xiaojie.

This made Tang Xiaojie look unfavorable for several consecutive days, and she couldn't find a good idea when she asked her.

On January 15, each of them will finish one exam in the afternoon.

At noon, two people were having a meal in a cafeteria, but the energetic young man Qin Jiangyao came uninvited with a plate.

"Qin Jiangyao, eat faster, and leave early after eating," said Yuan Yueling.

"Wow, isn't it Minister Yuan," said the old poisonous creature: "You all stick together 24 hours a day, aren't you tired of it? I can't accommodate my little light bulb during lunch."
To be continued...