"Chunxiang, did you get the book back?" Fang Qing, who was lying on the couch, heard the sound of footsteps gradually becoming clearer with her ears.
"Go back to Third Miss, I got it back." Chunxiang responded urgently outside the door. She was secretly surprised again. How could Third Miss have such good hearing? She walked quickly to Fang Qing's side and respectfully hugged her.
A large pile of books was spread out in front of her.
Fang Qing calmly picked up a book about local customs and customs, and she flipped through it casually. "By the way, where is the old gentleman I asked you to invite? Where is he?" This kind of traditional Chinese book looks very tiring, and she can't read many words.
I don’t know him, so I can only guess based on the similarity, so I need a literate gentleman to give me some guidance.
"Back to Miss Third, about the old gentleman -" She was about to reply when Fang Qing's eyebrows suddenly knitted together, her eyes became dangerous and sharp, and she stared straight in the direction of the door.
"Who is there?"
The figure behind the door looked surprised, and then walked out calmly and gracefully.
"Qing'er, it's me." His voice was bright and his eyes were warm.
Fang Qing raised her eyes and looked at him lightly.
He was wearing a crescent-colored soft white robe, with only a jade hairpin inserted diagonally into his black hair, revealing a clean and handsome face. As he walked lightly, his obsidian-like deep and shiny eyes were so clear and translucent.
So gentle and innocent, as if not stained by any dust in the world, refined and elegant, with a sense of being uncontested by the world.
Who is he?
Fang Qing still had a cold expression, but upon closer inspection, there were slight ripples in her eyes, rippling gently.
He walked over slowly, his warm eyes filled with soft luster, and he touched her head with pity. "Qing'er, you have suffered."
There is only one person who can treat her so tenderly and treat her sincerely. In my mind, a person's name is ready to come out. Luan Yuchen!
"Brother." The words were spoken softly, but Fang Qing still called out. Just for the pity and concern in his eyes.
"Qing'er -" Luan Yuchen sighed softly, and he gently took her into his arms. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I failed to protect you. Qing'er, I know that you are kind-hearted. You just
, so lonely." He reached out and patted her shoulder gently.
Fang Qing felt warmth in his arms, which came from her heart and naturally exuded a gentle luster. She was greedy for this warmth, so she moved three points closer to his chest.
His chest was very warm, and the beating frequency of his heart was very pleasant. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a faint arc flashed. Although it was very fast, the corners of her mouth really opened into a smile.
"Qing'er, do you want to study?" Is she too lonely, so she thinks of reading to pass the boring time? Luan Yuchen's warm pupils were filled with a thin layer of mist.
She raised her head and looked deep into his eyes. Seeing the worried look, she immediately withdrew from her arms. Fang Qing, his tenderness is not for you, but for Luan Yuqing. Don't be greedy. You can't be greedy.
, remember, you can only be ruthless, and ruthless can be free physically and mentally.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Is it your legs?" He uncovered the thin brocade on her legs, and looked at the wounds stained with blood on the gauze with distress. "Qing'er, does it hurt here?" His hands trembled.
Trembling, he suddenly clenched his fist into a fist.
"Brother, no." She clasped his wrist, not wanting him to complain for her.