The sound of my footsteps caused Yan Xiaoqing to tilt her head gracefully and smile: "You're here? Putao."
When I heard him shout the word "grape", I was frightened. This person was not Yan Xiaoqing at all, but he knew my nickname.
Seeing that he looked pretty good, I raised a smile and asked, "How do you feel?"
Yan Xiaoqing was slightly stunned, as if he was not used to being cared for by others, and said a little dullly: "The lonely king is much better."
I narrowed my eyes and looked at him quietly.
There is really no flaw in appearance, but everyone has their own characteristics. Although he looks exactly the same as Yan Xiaoqing, I can definitely say that this person is definitely not Yan Xiaoqing.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" I sat across from him and asked straight to the point.
Yan Xiaoqing was stunned and looked at me with a half-smile: "Why can't you appear here?"
When he smiles like this, he looks a bit like Yan Xiaoqing.
"Actually, you shouldn't have appeared at all. This is not the place you should be." I persuaded him nicely.
"How do you know I shouldn't come?"
I was a little annoyed by being asked, so I suddenly slapped the table and yelled: "Don't open a dyeing workshop just because you give me some color. Tell me honestly, pretending to be the King of Yama, you know it is a capital crime!"
Yan Xiaoqing's face froze. I thought I was scared, but unexpectedly the guy turned to smile: "Putao, you are scaring the lonely king again."
Who could scare you after a full night? I'm not a ghost.
"You said you didn't want to tell me?"
Yan Xiaoqing acted like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and elegantly picked up a piece of camellia cake and put it into his mouth. When he was done, he didn't forget to roll it with the tip of his tongue to lick clean the sweet powder that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
My breath froze. If Yan Xiaoqing were alive and saw that he was eating so wastefully, I don't know what he would think.
The charming eyes are like silk, and they are looking up and down in the sky. Those two beautiful blue eyes that are different from ordinary people are shining with a different kind of temptation: "Grapes, do you want to try them?"
As he said that, Yan Xiaoqing handed me the box containing the pastries. As if he was bewitched, I couldn't help but reach out for it and stretch it into the air. Suddenly I thought that I was here to expose this guy's mask.
He immediately became angry and raised his hand to knock down the snack box handed over by Yan Xiaoqing.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you are still not honest, I have plenty of ways to beat you to pieces."
"Are you a Taoist priest?"
"You are a Taoist priest, and your whole family is a Taoist priest."
"Then how do you beat the lonely king to death?" The other party was confident.
"Do you care? Tell me honestly and I will spare your life."
"Who are you?"
"I am An Changting!"
Suddenly, Yan Xiaoqing stared at me in surprise: "Isn't it grapes?"
"I'm still a fucking pear."
Yan Xiaoqing was stunned for a long time, then burst into laughter: "You are quite interesting, unlike those people who always trick me into revealing my flaws."
When I heard this, my blood boiled immediately. I had guessed it. This person was not Yan Xiaoqing, but who was he?
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Yan Xiaoqing suddenly showed a smile that was completely opposite to his temperament, which seemed to be teasing: "Guess."
I guess? If you could fucking guess, I'd be standing here?
"Brother, please stop playing, okay?" He almost knelt down.
Yan Xiaoqing didn't buy it at all, but gave me a bait: "Do you really want to know who I am?"
