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Hearing Mayme's words, Carl couldn't help but smile, propped up his umbrella in front of her and patiently explained, "Although lotus wine is called lotus wine, it's not brewed with lotus flowers, but with base wine soaked with lotus flowers, in which you can also put some flower tea or something into it, so that the wine made will have a faint lotus fragrance!"
"So that's it, I thought it was brewed by picking lotus flowers?"
Looking at the lotus flowers inside the pond, Mayme suddenly couldn't bear to fold them down, after all, the lotus flowers after folding can neither eat nor bear lotus seeds, only for the sake of ornamental or a large piece of a better look.
Suddenly thinking of something, Mayme jumped in front of Marcy and spread her small hands in front of him, saying, "Bring it!"
"Take what?"
Marcy looked at her with that playful look and asked in confusion.
Mayme couldn't help but roll her eyes, this man is too that, right! Standing in the middle of such a beautiful scenery, what else could she do but to take pictures.
"Cell phone!"
"Don't you have a cell phone?"
Looking at her, she asked rhetorically, but her hands were already reaching inside her pockets.
"If I had a cell phone would I still need to ask you for it?"
Give you a you're an idiot look, grabbed the phone from his hand and stood next to the pond and took a selfie.
The two big men standing on the side with umbrellas kept watching Mayme where they kept changing the action, with small faces full of laughter.
After the photo was taken, Mayme kept flipping through the photos inside her phone and was very satisfied.
"Mayme, let's go back first! It's raining harder and harder!"
"Good!"
"Will go and see again!"
Marcy grabbed the phone and almost fell several times because she wasn't watching the road, and if Carl hadn't been there to help her, I'm afraid she would have fallen on her face.
"Why so petty, just borrow your phone for a while?"
"You are saying that I am petty, then I feel sorry for myself if I don't sit down to come!"
At this moment, Mayme can't wait to bite her tongue off, knowing that he is not a good person, but now it is good, the words are their own, the things are others, even if she wants to rob, that also has to be the master ah!
Mayme you are still a big dummy!
"Mr. Williams I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, I apologize like you, you forgive me, okay?"
Hands together to Marcy kept nodding, that look like a cartoon inside the chicken pecking rice.
This girl is really able to stretch, before also an uncle an uncle shouted, now in order to borrow his phone, this style is also too fast to turn it!
Back at Carl's house, Carl's mom had already helped Marcy prepare her room.
"Elliott's asleep, I'll carry him to his room!"
"Thanks!"
Leaving Elliott with Carl's mom, Marcy headed for her room.
Carl's house is a new house renovated last year, each room has its own bathroom, although the decoration is not very luxurious, but in the rural areas is considered very good.
Bringing them home, Carl saw that the rain was coming down harder and went to the farm.
"Now that you're back, you can lend me your phone!"
Mayme followed him, her small mouth muttering.
"Ah ......"
I didn't expect Marcy to stop suddenly, Mayme bumped into him, Marcy didn't stand still, and both of them fell on the bed.
"Please look more clearly, is it you who are playing a rascal or me!"
Grabbing her restless little hands in one hand, Marcy almost snarled.
At this point, Mayme realized that she was still pressed against his body, raised her head, and her lips just happened to be printed on Marcy's slightly cool lips, and instantly the atmosphere inside the room was awkward to the extreme.
Mayme looked at Marcy with wide eyes, unable to believe that her first kiss was taken away just like that.
"Marcy you bastard!"
Raising his head with a jolt, a painful drilling came from his scalp!
"The pink lips gave Marcy another nonchalant kiss on the cheek.
"In my opinion, the one who is a jerk should be you and not me! You touch all over my body one moment, and kiss me on purpose, even after scolding me, you want to give me a kiss on my cheek, do you think the word rogue is appropriate to use on me?"
Uh ......
When Marcy said that, it seemed like she was the one who was more like a rogue.
"You don't have to bait me, if you hadn't stopped suddenly, I wouldn't have bumped into you, I wouldn't have reached out to touch you down there without bumping into me, I wouldn't have kissed you without touching you down there, and I wouldn't have kissed you without kissing you!"
"So it's all your fault, and if you're going to be held responsible, you're going to pay full responsibility!"
Marcy said unhurriedly, her face not looking any different.
Listening to his words, Mayme blushed for a moment as she looked at the man beneath her.
An old man not only took her first kiss away, but also wanted to hold her accountable, which is really intolerable.
But there is a saying that a gentleman is not too late to take revenge, at the moment no matter how it seems to be her wrong, now with him to break up, the loss is all her.
"We'll talk about this later, I'm hurting from you there, let go of me first!"
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