She kept her head down, never raising her head to glance at him, and her eyes finally shifted to the tea cup. It was obviously her favorite tea set, but at this moment, it looked very ugly!
Immediately, he turned his head, slowly lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to sleep.
Zhong Qing was holding the tea cup, her fingers were almost stiff, and her eyelashes were trembling. After a long time, she dared to raise her head and glance at Yi Jian, only to find that the man had already closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
She became more and more nervous in her heart, and she could no longer hold back on her face. She should leave, but she still stood there stubbornly.
She didn't want to come back next time and have to suffer the same pain again, and she didn't know if the thing could be done.
But she doesn't know that she doesn't want to stay with him anymore for even a quarter of an hour!
She is standing.
But he ignored it.
Let her!
Yi Jian couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes and looked calm, but her fragrance was disturbing him every time he breathed.
He finally turned around and saw that she was still standing there with the same movements, and his eyes became colder instantly, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Zhong Qing blushed, a little embarrassed, she opened her mouth, wanting to blurt out her purpose, but she felt a little hasty, so she opened her mouth several times, but did not say it out.
It looked like she couldn't do it tonight.
In the past, she would definitely not do it. If she failed, it would be a second time. In fact, she rarely failed.
But now it was Yi Jian, but she didn't know what was going on. She stood in front of him, and her intelligence suddenly disappeared, and even her eloquence disappeared.
She could already hear the faint sarcasm in his words, but she couldn't turn around or take a step!
"Young Marshal, can't you sleep?" Zhong Qing asked cautiously.
Yi Jian said nothing, staring at her coldly,
"How about Zhongqing chatting with you?"
Yi Jian looked away and remained silent, ignoring her.
Zhongqing stood there, having hit the nail several times in succession. His expression was obviously too cold to speak. If this continued, he might have hit his bottom line and the gain would outweigh the loss.
Zhong Qing thought that he might think of a way to contact Zhuoran to help him.==========
