He successfully moved into Shangguan Zhixing's room and monitored it nearby.
Although Fang Yiren was dozing off, she didn't sleep all night and was always alert.
Sure enough, at around five o'clock in the morning, she caught Sikong Lingge who came to Shangguan Zhixing secretly!
Sikong Lingge is so brave!
The child is still in their hands and has also warned him seriously that he dared to stand up and take the risk!
Fang Yiren gritted her teeth hatefully, forgot to hide her emotions for a moment, and her eyes burst into vicious light.
Shangguan Zhixing took her expression in his eyes, calmly picked up a piece of handmade soap and looked at it.
Sikong Lingge looked at her movements, frightened and kept sweating from her back.
Sikong Lingge doesn’t understand what Shangguan Zhixing is thinking!
He was so blatant in front of Fang Yiren!
Isn’t she afraid of being seen by Fang Yiren?
Sikong Lingge held the cup, looking very calm on the surface, but was already very panicked.
My mind was blank and I couldn't think at all.
"Zi Le is right, there are indeed words engraved inside." Shangguan Zhixing smiled slightly and read the sentence in front of Fang Yiren, "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water...
I searched for him for a long time, but when I looked back, the man was there, in the dim light... a very good sentence."
What are the poems carved in handmade soap?
How is that possible?!
Sikong Lingge would waste such a good opportunity to inform Shangguan Zhixing?
Fang Yiren came to her senses and didn't believe it at all--
Shangguan Zhixing must be lying to others!
The poems engraved by Sikong Ling’s songs must not be these two lines.
Shangguan Zhixing thought that he was so easy to be so good that he could just find a few lines of poetry to pass by?
Fang Yiren sneered coldly in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked simple, "Sister Zhixing, what is the reeds are green, the white dew turns into frost, the so-called Yiren, in the water... I searched for him for thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, that
But the person is there, the lights are dim?”
"It is a poem, one from the Book of Songs, and the other from Xin Qiji's Qingyu table, are all very beautiful sentences." Shangguan Zhixing explained.
"It's beautiful? Does it mean to be very beautiful? Then I want to see it too!" Fang Yiren shouted excitedly.
Shangguan Zhixing glanced at Fang Yiren lightly and handed over the handmade soap. His black eyes were clear and clear, making people unable to see what they were thinking.
Fang Yiren took it eagerly and checked it carefully.
The handmade soap that was finally separated was returned to Fang Yiren's hands, and it was given by Shangguan Zhixing himself...
Sikong Lingge's face turned pale in an instant, his limbs were cold and there was no trace of temperature, and he felt like he was thrown into the ice cellar.
"……Know……"
Sikong Lingge opened his lips and wanted to say something.
Shangguan Zhixing shook his head slowly and gestured to her with his eyes to avoid being impatient.
Sikong Lingge followed Shangguan Zhixing's words, closed his mouth and waited for his character.
But in her heart, she seemed to have tens of thousands of hands scratching, making her nerves tightly tight and she couldn't relax for a moment.
The cup is slippery and is soaked with sweat, and it will slide down if you are not careful.
Sikong Lingge held it tightly and did not dare to put it on the table, so as not to doubt Fang Yiren's eyes when she saw the sweat on the cup.
A silence.
The strange atmosphere began to spread quickly...
Fang Yiren was still seriously studying the engravings in handmade soaps, but she didn't notice that Shangguan Zhixing had already learned all her every move.