The maid retreated, leaving only two people sitting and kneeling in the hall.
The warm sun was shining slantingly, and half of the girl and the man's bodies were bathed in the sunshine. They were holy and pure, like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world and her loyal followers who had invisible thoughts.
Neither of the two spoke again. Yan Zhantian slowly raised his eyes, overlooking the fine hair on the girl's face that was illuminated, her soft pink lips, and her small nose. When he met her cold and doubtful eyes, he
My breathing was stagnant and my heart stopped beating.
With their eyes facing each other, the two of them were still, and the scene seemed frozen.
It was obviously a very ordinary scene, but there was a silent lust, arousing a dark fire. It turned out that their eyes changed, from cold and indifferent, to gradually becoming entangled with thunder and fire.
The audience who watched the live broadcast from God's perspective saw this scene and their hearts were sniped again.
[Lick all over the universe]: Family members, the anchor can drive with his eyes!
[天雷gungun]: Is this something I can watch without spending any money? Oh my God, it’s scratchy, it’s scratchy, is there any scratchy eyes?
"How long do you intend to hold my feet, Your Majesty?" Jiang You frowned slightly and spoke softly.
Yan Zhantian's palms were covered with calluses. His hands were obviously well-jointed and extremely beautiful, but they were extremely rough to the touch.
I'm afraid he has never put on skin cream before.
Jiang You's thoughts often drifted away. After struggling to pull him back, he saw that he still wouldn't let go and opened his lips: "My lord, are you deaf?"
Yan Zhantian suddenly showed his face and answered the question: "I thought of it."
"What did you think of?" Jiang asked in cooperation.
Yan Zhantian still held her feet and said with a smile, "I have thought of a name for you."
"Oh?" Jiang expressed his willingness to hear the details.
"Qing Qing."
Yan Zhantian was so happy that the corners of his lips curled up: "How about I call you Qingqing from now on?"
This was what he came up with in a flash, and it suited her very well.
"Okay." Jiang nodded again, looking at his hand faintly, "So when will you let go of my foot?"
Doesn't he have a foot fetish?
"Let's wait until the embroidery lady comes to measure Qingqing." Yan Zhantian deliberately teased her and even rubbed it with his fingertips a few times.
The rough fingertips slid, bringing up a series of itches. Jiang raised his eyebrows again, this guy is quite interesting, sometimes innocent, sometimes arrogant, unpredictable.
Jiang was too lazy to talk to him and let him hold her. It happened that his palms were hot, so it was appropriate to warm her feet.
Jiang got tired after sitting for a while, so he leaned on his side and propped up his chin. He felt that the surroundings were too quiet, so he ordered him again: "Read to me."
Yan Zhantian was stunned for a moment, suspecting that she was trying to embarrass him.
"Don't you want to cultivate feelings? You are always silent. How do you cultivate feelings?" Jiang pointed out the words directly without feeling embarrassed at all.
"Are you illiterate?" She frowned slightly, showing a bit of a little daughter's attitude, "It's so pitiful. Prince Zhan is so handsome and beautiful, but he can't even read Chinese characters."
"Naughty." Yan Zhantian squeezed the soft jade feet in his hands, "What's the point of listening to me reading? Why don't we chat for a while."
"It seems that you have something to ask." Jiang You looked lazy and nodded generously, "You can ask."
Then he added: "I'll look at it and answer."
Extremely arrogant.
Didn't take him seriously at all.
But Yan Zhantian liked the way she didn't take him seriously. Could it be that he had unique tastes and was a masochist?
Yan Zhantian couldn't understand, but didn't want to let go.
It doesn't matter. If you can't figure it out, just think about it slowly. She is already in his territory. There will always be time to figure it out.
"Are you from the Jiang family?" This was Yan Zhantian's first question.