Unexpectedly, the opponent's chess skills were so superb that he blocked her tightly, leaving no room for maneuver.
"I give up, I give up." Yu Buhuan really couldn't withstand the opponent's offensive. His head almost wanted to explode, but there was nothing he could do. Was this person a professional chess player in the palace?
Yu Buhuan noticed that this middle-aged man was not bad, he could even be said to be handsome. If he were twenty years younger, she would have chased him after taking off her shoes.
The other party laughed and tapped the chessboard with his hand: "You go here."
Yu Buhuan stretched out his head and took a look: "Hey, why didn't I think of that?" He felt endless regret and frustration.
"It doesn't matter, let you go." The other party said with great pride.
Unexpectedly, she shook her head decisively: "No, no, no regrets. It's already been made. There's no reason to regret it. Besides, if you lose this set, there will be another one."
The other party said dotingly: "Although you don't regret your decision, you are a girl and you have the privilege to regret it."
Yu Buhuan felt vaguely excited. He held the chess piece and asked carefully: "Is it really okay?"
"It's true." The other party nodded firmly.
"Haha, you're welcome then." The generosity that he pretended before was instantly replaced by a triumphant smile. For fear that the other party would regret it, he hurriedly pressed his penis to the place pointed by the other party.
Seeing this childish action, the other party smiled even more kindly: "Actually, you are quite powerful, you can actually spend an hour with me."
"What? Are the people around you like losers?" Yu Buhuan asked subconsciously.
Although she didn't know the identity of the other party, judging from the way she was dressed, it was definitely not simple, but so what? The identity of the other party was not important to her at all.
"So be it." The other party sighed.
What a loud tone, Yu Buhuan was amazed.
But think about it, who has the courage to play chess with a person as high and powerful as him?
"I've been playing chess for so long, and I still don't know what your name is." The other party picked up a pot of tea and took a sip, then asked with a smile.
"The fish is not happy, what about you?"
"Yan Hui."
Bang, the chess piece fell on the chessboard with a crisp sound.
Yu Buhuan looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Yan Hui's smile widened, and in his eyes was a father doting on his daughter: "There's no need to be so nervous, I don't want to do anything to you."
"Uh...that's it, I..."
"I know what you are going to say." Yan Hui interrupted him gently.
Yu Buhuan lowered his face in embarrassment.
"You want to say that you just look a lot like my daughter, right?"
"So you know everything?" Yu Buhuan was shocked.
"They all told me." Yan Hui smiled brightly.
"Since they have said it... why are you still..." Yu Buhuan hesitated a little. She could understand Yan Hui's mood. He was a father who lost his daughter. Before his daughter's life or death was uncertain, a man who looked like her suddenly appeared.
Everyone will have fantasies about girls who are exactly the same.
But she didn't want to give others any chance to fantasize.
No matter how good or abundant Yan Xin'er's things are... no matter how enviable they are.
Nothing can convince her to become another person's substitute.
This is her stubbornness and dignity.
Although...she longed to have a father like Yan Hui. Unexpectedly, the other party's chess skills were so superb that he blocked her tightly, leaving no room for maneuver.
"I give up, I give up." Yu Buhuan really couldn't withstand the opponent's offensive. His head almost wanted to explode, but there was nothing he could do. Was this person a professional chess player in the palace?
Yu Buhuan noticed that this middle-aged man was not bad, he could even be said to be handsome. If he were twenty years younger, she would have chased him after taking off her shoes.
The other party laughed and tapped the chessboard with his hand: "You go here."
Yu Buhuan stretched out his head and took a look: "Hey, why didn't I think of that?" He felt endless regret and frustration.
"It doesn't matter, let you go." The other party said with great pride.
Unexpectedly, she shook her head decisively: "No, no, no regrets. It's already been made. There's no reason to regret it. Besides, if you lose this set, there will be another one."
The other party said dotingly: "Although you don't regret your decision, you are a girl and you have the privilege to regret it."
Yu Buhuan felt vaguely excited. He held the chess piece and asked carefully: "Is it really okay?"
"It's true." The other party nodded firmly.
"Haha, you're welcome then." The generosity that he pretended before was instantly replaced by a triumphant smile. For fear that the other party would regret it, he hurriedly pressed his penis to the place pointed by the other party.
Seeing this childish action, the other party smiled even more kindly: "Actually, you are quite powerful, you can actually spend an hour with me."
"What? Are the people around you like losers?" Yu Buhuan asked subconsciously.
Although she didn't know the identity of the other party, judging from the way she was dressed, it was definitely not simple, but so what? The identity of the other party was not important to her at all.
"So be it." The other party sighed.
What a loud tone, Yu Buhuan was amazed.
But think about it, who has the courage to play chess with a person as high and powerful as him?
"I've been playing chess for so long, and I still don't know what your name is." The other party picked up a pot of tea and took a sip, then asked with a smile.
"The fish is not happy, what about you?"
"Yan Hui."
Bang, the chess piece fell on the chessboard with a crisp sound.
Yu Buhuan looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Yan Hui's smile widened, and in his eyes was a father doting on his daughter: "There's no need to be so nervous, I don't want to do anything to you."
"Uh...that's it, I..."
"I know what you are going to say." Yan Hui interrupted him gently.
Yu Buhuan lowered his face in embarrassment.
"You want to say that you just look a lot like my daughter, right?"
"So you know everything?" Yu Buhuan was shocked.
"They all told me." Yan Hui smiled brightly.
"Since they have said it... why are you still..." Yu Buhuan hesitated a little. She could understand Yan Hui's mood. He was a father who lost his daughter. Before his daughter's life or death was uncertain, a man who looked like her suddenly appeared.
Everyone will have fantasies about girls who are exactly the same.
But she didn't want to give others any chance to fantasize.
No matter how good or abundant Yan Xin'er's things are... no matter how enviable they are.
Nothing can convince her to become another person's substitute.
This is her stubbornness and dignity.
Although...she longs to have a father like Yan Hui.
