Yan Qingrui's hand reached out to the teacup again, and the young man waved his sleeves without a trace, and the teapot rose flat, tilted automatically, and poured another cup of tea into the teacup. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A cup of bitter rain can make people give birth to boundless despair, this girl, do you want a cup?

He'll satisfy her.

After drinking one cup, it is already precious not to despair of life, if you drink two cups, you can not kill yourself, it is unique.

After he made bitter rain tea, no one dared to drink two cups.

Yan Qingrui didn't know that the young man had added another cup to her, at this moment, her expression was dazed, her eyes were confused and trapped, or her mind was not here, but in a distant and deep place.

She was blank, expressionless, and drank the cup of bitter rain tea without spirit.

The young man's eyes widened and he looked at Yan Qingrui. It seems to take in every bit of her change, every little bit of subtle expression.

Yan Qingrui closed her eyes.

She sat there with her eyes closed, because she couldn't see her face because her face was covered with a silk scarf, and her eyes were closed, and she couldn't see whether there was pain or confusion in her eyes.

The young man was slightly surprised, what was he closing his eyes for?

After Yan Qingrui closed her eyes, her hand was still stretched out to the teacup.

The young man was slightly stunned, he had drunk two glasses, and he still dared to ask for it.

Is she going to be trapped in her own misery and never come out? Is she going to let herself die in pain in boundless misery?

The young man hesitated, but quickly poured another cup for her as soon as her hand touched it.

A cup that a normal person can't bear.

Two cups is already the limit of human tolerance, right?

What about three cups?

He hadn't drunk three cups himself.

Yan Qingrui picked up the teacup and drank it all again.

A cup of tea, light and slow, is a taste of life, but a cup of tea, a drink of all, what is the taste?

Yan Qingrui's eyes were still closed, and then, she just sat there like that, not moving for a long time.

The young man waited for a long time, but still didn't see any movement from Yan Qingrui, she didn't want to drink tea anymore, but she didn't make a sound, her expression was covered by a veil, her eyes were closed, and she couldn't see her eyes.

She just sat there, as quiet as a statue.

Quiet statues, tranquil statues, beautiful statues!

Half a pillar of incense time has passed, and a pillar of incense time has passed......

The young man was unsure, and he said softly, "Hello?"

Could it be that she has died from menopause?

He didn't know what the consequences would be after drinking three cups of bitter rain tea.

The young man hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hand, and with great caution, probed the tip of Yan Qingrui's nose.

He still has some contradictions and complications in his heart, in the end, he really didn't want to let this little girl die, just to make her taste the bitterness, alone, don't be so greedy, don't be so proud!

Besides, the other two cups were for her own drinking, and if she had the concentration to do so, she would not dare to drink them again after the second sip.

But she didn't, she took the second sip, obviously sinking into her own sadness, but she didn't notice it, and drank it all. If he doesn't stop drinking it all, he still wants to drink, so it's no wonder that he can't be blamed.

He reached out with a little hesitation, if she was really dead, this matter was really a bit of a big deal, she was the one who got the Feihong Order.

However, it has come to this point, and we can only see.

Her life and death are controlled by herself, and he can't influence her choices, right?