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Chapter 81 Feast Your Eyes

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    I was finally able to look at the white water surface and rushed up, but she tightened her arms and fell down hard.  After struggling for a few rounds, I finally couldn't hold my breath. I opened my mouth, and a large stream of river water with a strong muddy smell rushed through my throat, choked up and was swallowed into my stomach.  A kind of inexplicable pain and trembling panic made me break free from her hands, rush out of the water, grab the edge of the boat with both hands, and burst into rapid coughing.  My eyes gradually swelled from swollen pain to confusion, and I fell into the state of mind that I had just escaped from danger.

    However, she slowly floated to the surface of the water, wiped off the drops of water hanging from her face, and seeing my decadent face, burst out laughing, and sprayed the water from the corner of her mouth all over my face.

    I rubbed my wet eyes again, listening to her mocking laughter with a peculiar smell, which seemed to say: "Silly brother, I was fooled again."

    I gritted my teeth and said bitterly: "You are really bad! Next time you are like this, I won't save you." She freed up a hand and wiped her dripping face.

    "Look at you bear, your eyes are as red as a bunny."

    "Giggleha ha" Her smile became more and more presumptuous.

    I closed my eyes tightly and panted hard to recover the loss of hypoxia.  Another cry was heard, "Wow, my eyes."

    I slowly opened my eyes, and saw her covering her face with her hands, and said in a very milky tone, "My eyes are narrowed."

    I will never be fooled by her again, and said angrily: "I'm squinting at the sand, and I'm cheating again."

    "Really, my eyes are really narrowed into the sand, and I still make fun of her." Her voice finally brought the smell of tears.

    "Oh really?"

    I looked down and looked around with a playful look.  But she saw her other eye, which was so ruddy that there was a bright water ring.  The water ring turned and turned, and finally merged into a big enough tear stream, dripping out.

    "oh?"

    I hesitated, leaving doubts far behind.

    "I'll blow it up for you."

    She nodded heartily.  "Yeah!" The smiling little face narrowed its eyes.

    "Blow, blow slowly."

    I am extremely obedient, and it seems that at that time I thought that obedience deserves to be called caring and considerate.

    I huffed and blew slowly, she suddenly laughed heartily, hooked my neck with both hands again, stared at me with a pair of beautiful and energetic big eyes, stared at my soul.

    Her big eyes, these big eyes attached to the beautiful clear eyebrows, these big eyes with a more charming spirit, brought me into a blurred illusion.

    I stared at her blankly, and she also stared blankly at me.  We just stared at each other blankly.  A kind of tranquility was born in the daze, and this tranquility moved up and down in my body.  Serenity gradually swelled up, transformed my body, and turned everything around me into nothingness¡ª¡ªI lost myself.

    At this time, I am in the water, but in the air, and it seems that I am not in the water, not in the air.  It is floating in the ethereal and empty universe, it is two gliding birds, it is two thin and sticky flying feathers, it is two floating clouds clinging to each other.  It just floats freely and unrestrainedly.

    This kind of serenity made my body comfortable and warm again.  When the warmth woke up my drowsy self, I saw that her eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth were pursed into a smile, the black crescent moon was even more charming.

    "My eyes still hurt!"

    The sky is all blue.  The wind rises and shakes everything.

    Just entering autumn, the warm sun shines on the reeds, reflecting a golden light.  The reeds are golden and yellow, but the heads of the reeds are turned into white feathers alone.  The feathers gather together in clusters, and the grandeur looks like a snow field.  When the wind blows, it looks more like thousands of white sheep running around.

    The wind blew up again, bringing together the branches of tens of thousands of reeds.  The one-piece reed twisted neatly with the wind.

    The sky is all blue.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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