The afternoon sun shone lazily on the body, and the white clothes cast a dazzling halo. Wan Qilu held the book in his hand and sat leisurely by the desk. The room was filled with the strong fragrance of tea.
Suddenly, he put down his book and raised his eyes to look at the person sitting opposite him, "Is there anything you want to say?"
The lithe woman smiled and shook her head, "You are busy." After saying that, she still rested her chin leisurely, tapping her fingers on the table rhythmically, her smiling eyes always staying on him.
Pick up the book, read it again, and then put it down.
Under her fixed gaze, he really couldn't calm down and "get busy".
Mai Mai suddenly put down his hand, as if he remembered something very important, "By the way, you seem to have never called me by my name."
He raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea, blew the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a sip, "You remember wrong."
"Impossible, my memory is very good!" Mai Mai looked at him firmly, "You have never called me by my name."
"Oh." He responded calmly, still without any hesitation.
"Call and listen," those unique eyes instantly glowed with anticipation.
Wan Qixun glanced over it calmly, unmoved despite her rising expectations. Mai Mai lowered her eyes in slight disappointment. From the beginning to the end, she had been performing a one-man show.
Seeing her disappointment, Wan Qiyuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, raised it slightly, and opened his thin lips, "Maimai," the name that was originally an ordinary name, passed through his throat, and it was as intoxicating as the sound of nature.
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He suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were flowing, and his joy was beyond words, "How did you know... I like this name?" He called her Mai Mai, not Lan Xuanyun.
"You let your father's imperial edict be announced to the world in the name of Mai Mai. I think this name should mean something special to you."
Doesn't he care? No, if he can be careful enough to pay attention to such small details, how can he say that he doesn't care? No one has ever asked about the meaning of Mai Mai. He is the only one who, although he is not obvious, silently remembers it in his heart.
Her smile was filled with an attractive glow, making her face charming and beautiful. Her fingers were tapping rhythmically, "This name is very important to me. Only the people closest to me would call it that."
His thick eyelashes were slightly closed, his lips were slightly hooked, and his almost transparent fair complexion seemed to be covered with a layer of blurred spring light, and the indifference that belonged to him gradually faded away.
"Maimai (Maimai) is speechless, it's all in my heart."
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, the temperature of his cheeks rose in vain, and his palms were already sweating. He remembered what she said: no words, no words, all between the eyebrows;
he……
The yellow leaves all over the sky brought out a touch of ambiguity, lingering around the warm feelings created by the two of them. At this moment, her heart was already drunk.