Ye Chen couldn't help but smile, unable to hide his joy in his heart. She seemed to be particularly sensitive to mint. Many years ago, she took a leaf of mint and asked him what it was. He said it was mint. What surprised him was that she took it away.
Leaf Mint.
Undeniably, from then on, he had no intention or intention, and involuntarily retained the breath of mint.
"Yechen, what do you think if I go to Nanxu?" Qiongying's voice whispered in his ear.
"Let me accompany you." Ye Chen replied beggingly. He had no insight and followed any decision.
"Do you want me to go to Nanxu?" Qiongying raised her eyebrows slightly. He would follow her as he pleased, but is this his truest wish?
To control a person, first of all, you must control his strength and make him afraid. Secondly, you must kill all factors that make him rebel. You will surrender regardless of whether you want to or not. Over time, let him be loyal and even develop a slave. Finally, appropriately
Exile, if he does not rebel, this will be used by her.
Obviously, this is not suitable for Ye Chen.
Of course, she has always been exiled to Ye Chen Qiutong and Qingjun, and she has no hope of raising four people. She only has to raise them because it is too boring, but now they are all grown up.
"Master,...I just want to accompany you." Ye Chen replied in a low voice for a long time.
He selfishly didn't want her to go to Nanxu, but even if it was extremely dangerous, so what if she went, he would go.
"Ye Chen, have you opened your eyes?" Qiongying's eyes sank and suddenly asked.
"No." He could clearly feel her cold breath, not her body, but her anger and bad emotions. In fact, she didn't need to worry about him or suppress her emotions.
"Not open your eyes without my order." Qiongying pushed away the hair behind him and brushed across the back of his neck.
"Yes." Ye Chen trembled slightly, and couldn't help but hold his breath, but could not suppress the sudden accelerating heartbeat and the scorching color on his white neck.
"Don't be nervous, relax." Qiongying smiled softly, and there was a hint of joking in Baohong's eyes.
It turned out that this was a way to let him leak his emotions.
Through the candlelight, I saw an extreme red lotus outlined on his neck, wrapped like bloodshot on his white skin, gorgeous and enchanting.
"Ye Chen, why don't you speak?" Qiongying felt that he was too taciturn. Even his voice could reveal a person's emotions. She didn't like his silent appearance.
Ye Chen's breathing slowly came back. Every moment was both torment and precious to him, and he had nothing to say.
"I, I'll listen to you." Ye Chen's voice was very soft, pretending to be calm. He wanted to listen to her voice and longed for her arms.
"I'll listen, you said." Qiongying's hand suddenly stopped and covered the back of his neck, as if he was hugging his neck.
Her unintentional act made Ye Chen tremble slightly again, and her straight body was a little stiff and still.
"What do you want to hear?" Ye Chen breathed gently, his voice low and hoarse.
"Anything is OK, or else she can write." She could only expand the scope. What if he was too poor to speak, and speaking could distract him.
Storytelling? Ye Chen can't calm down anymore. She will definitely not like to listen to any unofficial history. The most important thing is that he doesn't have that talent. He can't help but think of Wu Yue. If Wu Yue says, she can't finish it in three days and three nights, and she clearly
I don’t like to hear Wu Yue say it, why do I let him say it?