She couldn't believe it even to death, Xuanyuan Si was a person who knew how to prepare spices.
"It's a pity..." Xuanyuan Si supported half of his body with one hand, with a look of longing on his face.
Yan Buhuan quickly asked politely: "What's the pity?"
Xuanyuan Si often hangs out among flowers, and no one understands women better than him. Yan Buhuan used to make sarcastic remarks to him, and no matter how hard he tried to please him, he couldn't please him. Now the two of them seem to have switched places.
How could Xuanyuan Si not understand what she was thinking?
She just felt guilty.
Xuanyuan Si curled his lips and smiled, trying his best to find the tone that the former dandy used to have: "It's a pity that there is not a beautiful lady who is as gentle as jade. If there is a beautiful lady, I can be in this fragrant pavilion.
Linger with her..."
The men of the Xuanyuan family carry a sense of pride that does not require mercy.
Even a weak person like Xuanyuan Ci doesn't want to be pitied.
What about him?
Therefore, the best way to prevent a person from feeling guilty is to maintain the way she initially hated her.
Through that exaggerated smiling face, Yan Buhuan seemed to peer into the depths of this man's heart through his eyes.
Everyone wears his or her own camouflage mask, whether it is an emperor, a courtier, or a peddler on the street all has his or her own mask.
In order to express his domineering power, kings often wear a mask called "serious".
In order to show their loyalty to the emperor, courtiers had to wear the mask of "submissiveness".
In order to make more money, businessmen must wear a mask called "Smiling Face to Welcome People".
Right now, you are too embarrassed to say hello to anyone without a mask.
Yan Buhuan suddenly understood that she didn't like Xuanyuan Si, not because there was something wrong with him, but because the mask he wore disgusted her. One day, Xuanyuan Si took off his mask and appeared with such a completely different identity.
When she was in front of her, the cynical and nonsense-talking libertine was instantly replaced.
And the nonsense words he just said sounded a bit self-deprecating to her.
Not to mention that there is no beautiful girl now, even if there is one, where will he get the strength?
Yan Buhuan forced a smile: "Why are you like this? You are so sick and you still haven't forgotten your beautiful lady."
This was the first time she joked with herself.
Xuanyuan Si's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, why isn't she angry anymore?
She should have scolded you very angrily and had no time to pay attention to you.
After concentrating for a moment, Xuanyuan Si laughed, maybe he laughed too fast, and kept coughing and wheezing. Hearing these coughs made Yan Buhuan feel as uncomfortable as a cat's claws scratching his heart.
She hurriedly handed him the tea on the table, but when she touched the cup, she found that it was already cold. She turned her hand over, turned the cup upside down, and poured the water inside to the ground outside. Unexpectedly, that place was cold.
There was a sound and a layer of smoke came out.
Click...the cup fell from her hand.
Yan Buhuan looked at his hand in confusion and almost gave him the cup of tea.
"There are assassins, there are assassins." Yan Buhuan hurriedly pulled Xuanyuan Si to his side, looking at the gauze floating around with a vigilant expression, as if there was someone hiding behind every layer of gauze.
"It's me." A weak voice came from behind her.
Yan Buhuan's muscles suddenly tensed up, and she turned around with difficulty, looking at him with confusion.
