However, I still pretended to be a bit timid and embarrassed...after all, I am a man.
"Young master, please use it. You're welcome." Han Yan seems a bit familiar.
Yaohua nodded. She hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. In order to show her courtesy, she endured hunger without even asking for food.
This is the first meal. Although it only has snacks or something, it is enough to fill my stomach. Otherwise, I will have to go out for a big meal today.
Jihua picked up a piece of snack and put it to her mouth. It melted in her mouth...it also smelled like matcha...
“Not only is it delicious, but the shape is also beautiful. The person who made this snack is really ingenious.”
Yaohua wanted to give a casual compliment, but it was better to praise someone than say nothing at all. No matter who did it, it must be someone from Han Yan's side.
"The young master's mouth looks like it has been smeared with honey. He really knows how to talk and makes people like it."
Han Yan said slightly, then her face turned red...
Well, what's wrong? Why does her face always turn red... Why don't you just praise her cook...
Ah, could it be that...
"I am lucky to be able to eat the snacks made by Miss Han Yan myself." After saying this, Jihua ate another piece.
Han Yan smiled slightly, it was really pretty, and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth...
The two people faced each other like this, smiling and loving...
According to Yuhua’s character, if it’s uncomfortable to have breakfast like this, it’s better to have breakfast in the palace of Qian Mountain, with a fork in one hand and a cake in the other...
Don't worry about how you look, that's it anyway, I don't like being knocked down
But right now, I am a Qianqian son, so I have to be presentable in everything, and I am extremely restrained...
At this time, Han Yan poured two cups of tea...
No, it seemed to be wine, because Jiehua smelled the aroma of wine...
And it's like fruit wine, with a mellow aroma that covers up the smell of alcohol...
Drinking in the boudoir...Does this imply something...
Before Yaohua had time to think about it, Han Yan had already picked up the wine glass, put one cup in Yaohua's hand, and held the other cup by herself.
The two people's hands brushed against each other for the first time, and Yuhua took a special look...
That glance, in Han Yan's opinion, had a profound meaning...--------------------------------