Nanfeng Chang'an was originally whispering something to Nanfeng Yu's tender ears, but he inadvertently glanced at Ye Qingmian who was standing at the door like a dumbfounded chicken. He was slightly startled, and his expression immediately returned to normal.
"Mian'er, come and play together."
Nan Feng Yu also echoed Nan Feng Chang'an's words. There was no awkward look in his words that Ye Qingmian thought there would be. He was very smooth and calm. This kind of quietness made Ye Qingmian slightly uneasy.
"You guys, what game are you playing?" A smile appeared on Ye Qingmian's face.
A faint smile flowed out from between her red lips and white teeth like a gurgling stream, gently and slowly.
"Guess?" Nanfeng Chang'an smiled bewitchingly at Ye Qingmian.
When he smiles, his eyes smile first. His long and slender eyes are bent into a fan-like shape, and his deep and affectionate pupils look very attention-grabbing and understanding.
"Could it be that...Uncle Emperor, you have fallen in love with Nan Feng Yu?" Ye Qingmian moved lightly, walking slowly, and walked gracefully in front of Nan Feng Chang'an, facing him with a delicate and innocent face.
Have slight doubts and inexplicable worries
"What do you think?" Before Nanfeng Changan could answer, Nanfeng Yu asked Ye Qingmian first.
"I think you fell in love with the emperor's uncle, but the emperor's uncle didn't like you, so you stuck to the emperor's uncle, right?"
Ye Qingmian deliberately said with a sarcastic face, and the elegant light blue skirt on her body swayed slightly as she spoke, as if in response to her words, the author nodded.
"Your guess is roughly right, but that's not the main reason." Nanfeng Chang'an said lightly, then smiled heartily, looked at Ye Qingmian and said, "You know, my arms are numb now, guess what the reason is
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"She is such a stupid person, she definitely can't guess it." Nan Feng Yu's indifferent eyes looked at Nan Feng Chang'an deeply.
"Can you please stop being so disgusting? It seems really inconsistent. Is it possible that one is a minor victim and the other is a strong attacker?"
Ye Qingmian frowned slightly, her smooth and white forehead dragging her face without reservation.
"What is Xiaoshou? What is forceful attack?" Nanfeng Changan's very confused words made Ye Qingmian understand that the current dynasty should be very ancient, not the 21st century where sexual feelings are rampant.