Zhong Qing didn't know what was going on with her. She was so unsatisfied. Every time she saw the young commander, she blushed and her heart beat fast.
Looking at her daughter's shy expression, Yi Jian couldn't help but soften her eyes, and her tone also became much lighter involuntarily: "What's the matter?"
His words are as breath-taking as blue.
It's like a speaking gesture that only a woman can have.
It would obviously be weird for a grown man to say something like this, but when paired with him, somehow it always feels perfect.
At this time, there was not much coldness in his eyes, only the loose feeling that he had just woken up from.
Zhong Qing just glanced at his eyes, and there was such shock in her eyes.
Such a man, so stunning, can subvert everything. If he doesn't do it right for a moment, he will really lose himself.
Zhong Qing quickly lowered her head, moved her lips, and replied: "Zhong Qing heard that the young marshal suffered from asthma and could not smell the aroma, so he specially made several mint sachets for the young marshal, hung them in the room, and took them with him.
It can make the young commander breathe easily."
After saying that, he took the sachets in his hands and handed them to the young marshal.
Deep down in her heart, she was extremely nervous.
My fingers are a little cold.
Yi Jian didn't say anything, just looked at the sachet in her hand for a moment, then stood up and thought about her walking over slowly.
His movements have always been very slow, with a somewhat leisurely attitude.
It was obviously only two meters away, but he walked for a full minute.
His fingers were extremely slender. He reached out and picked up her sachet, looked at it, and then softly said "hmm" and nodded.
Zhong Qing blushed and put the sachet on the table in the pavilion. She turned around and looked at Yi Jian. After thinking for a while, she said, "Young Marshal, I have something else to ask."
Yi Jian continued to nod and speak, but his expression did not change much. He had been so lazy that he habitually leaned against the pillars of the pavilion and put his entire body weight on the pillars.
"Young Marshal, do you still count what you said on the pavilion that night?" Zhong Qing took a deep breath, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her heart, but she moved her lips and said it out.
Yi Jian turned sideways and looked at Zhong Qing with her head lowered and a sheepish expression on her face. Then she stepped forward, stretched out her hand and touched her face: "Make a count."-------------
