Chapter 82: Returning to Her Hometown

  Then he took a woman with him and walked away in a hurry, with Song Ming's suppressed laughter behind him. I was even more annoyed, but just rushed forward.

  As soon as he got on the horse carriage, just about to put down the curtain, the half-closed curtain was lifted by someone. The pair of slender white hands had a layer of calluses that didn't match at all, clearly due to the owner's frequent martial arts practice.

  That hand lifted the curtain, and what was printed on his eyelids was Song Ming's proud smile. He hurriedly pushed away the servant girl beside me, saying that he was not feeling well and couldn't ride a horse.

  I watched Song Ming leave with a guarded expression and said, "Big brother, I'm afraid it's not convenient for this bachelor to be alone with a woman?"

  He jumped onto the horse carriage before I could finish speaking, and smiled at me, saying: "I am not a lonely bachelor, you are not a widow, why talk about inconvenience?"

  As for his overbearing and unreasonable words, I really had nothing to say, so I just pursed my lips and didn't speak, instructing us to set off immediately.

  "Little brother and sister, if we go to Baili Village like this, will others think I'm the second brother?" After walking for a while, Song Ming couldn't bear the silence and asked me, but I didn't respond.

  "Brother and sister, you say the air in the suburbs is better than in Chang'an City, isn't it?" After walking for another moment, Song Ming couldn't bear the silence and spoke up, but I didn't respond.

  "Little brother, you said on such a hot day, I don't know if there are ice cubes in Baili Village. I brought some pears for your sister and wanted to make her a chilled pear." Still a minute later, Song Ming couldn't help but ask me again, and I continued to remain silent.

  "I'm asking you, little brother and sister, can't you really bear to speak? Are you suffocating?" Song Ming was getting impatient. To be honest, although I like good-looking men, I don't like talkative men. Compared to that, if a man is handsome but loves to talk nonsense, I'd rather choose to dislike him.

  In fact, Song Ming usually doesn't talk much, but perhaps because the two of them were sitting like this, I didn't say a word and he said a few sentences that seemed like a lot, or maybe he was eager and expecting to see Su Yu's heart.

  In short, I'm fed up now.

  "Big brother, are you thirsty?" I had no choice but to speak up and ask a very meaningless question.