What's so good? How does she know what's so good about Lu Dao! For music, she knows whether it sounds good or not! Ye Xiyan pulled the corners of his mouth and said perfunctorily, "It's very good!" ”

"Where's the good sound?" Shen Qingyue seemed to be deliberately finding fault, and took a few steps closer to her, asking unrelentingly.

Didn't you say that the three young people of the Shen family were afraid of women? Why is he still approaching step by step?

Ye Xiyan retreated quietly, full of nonsense, "This, the song is sad but not sad, high and far away, presumably the composer has a noble heart, but he is trapped by the world, so he uses this to relieve his depression." After speaking, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, this kind of talk seems to be more suitable for people who have never met talents.

Shen Qingyue looked like he had found a treasure, his eyes flashed brightly, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm in a few steps, and said happily, "Jing'er, you really know me!" ”

Hey, Jing'er? Who is Jing'er? Don't hold me back!

Ye Xiyan complained in his heart and struggled hard, but he suddenly hugged her into his arms and muttered, "Jing'er, Jing'er, I miss you so much." ”

Shocked that she forgot to even struggle, she looked up in astonishment, only to see an abnormal flush on his fair face, a feverish flame burning in his dark eyes, and a strong smell of alcohol on his body, she frowned, it turned out that he was drunk.

"Shen Qingyue, Shen Qingyue!" She tried to push him, but he hugged him tighter, so she had to give up the struggle and let him hold her, but after a while, she found that he was actually asleep!

She was so angry that she wanted to slap him in the mouth, and it took a lot of effort to push him away, and he fell to the ground with a shake of his body.

Ye Xiyan strode a few steps towards the courtyard gate, and finally turned back, glanced at Shen Qingyue who was lying on the ground, and said angrily, "Forget it, for your drunkenness, I won't care about you!" ”

Lying on the cold floor, maybe she would catch a cold, she went back to him and pulled his arm hard, but he was tall and did not move.

She squatted beside him and thought about it, then suddenly ran to the front of the room and kicked it hard, the door made a loud bang, and after kicking, she quickly hid behind the flowers. Soon, the door opened, and a little guy walked out, glanced left and right, and hesitated, "Young master, is that you?" ”

The surroundings were empty, there was no one, the little maid touched his head and walked towards the courtyard, and as soon as he came down the steps, he saw Shen Qingyue lying on the ground, and hurriedly called someone to help, carried him back to the room, and while running around to serve, he said to himself, "I obviously heard the sound of kicking the door just now!" ”

The courtyard is quiet again.

Ye Xiyan secretly crawled out of the flowers where he was hiding.

The Shen family really has secrets for everyone, hiding gossip everywhere, she just swam in the night and bumped into two people trapped by love, but isn't Shen Qingyue afraid of women? Could it be that the "Jing'er" he likes is a man? I wipe it, and I seem to have discovered something amazing!

After some hardships, Ye Xiyan finally returned to the ancestral hall, she knelt on the futon, and soon her eyelids fought, and she fell asleep crookedly.

Well, it's warm, it's comfortable.

Ye Xiyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips curved out of satisfaction, his head rubbed against the warm and thick "wall", and he hugged it with his hands and feet. The "wall" seemed to sense her desire for temperature, and actually stretched out its strong tentacles to hold her firmly in place, shaking gently.

In a daze, she felt like a flat boat drifting in the wind, her arms were clenched with her eyes closed, her red lips were clinging to the wall, the faint scent of grass lingered on the tip of her nose, and there seemed to be the sound of drums in her ears.

Tentacle? Shaking? Drumming?

She suddenly fell asleep, opened her eyes suddenly, and looked up at the wall—her broad, firm chest, clinging to it like an octopus, her neat white shirt crumpled by her.

Her cheeks burned, and she slowly moved her gaze up, from this angle, she could just see Shen Mofeng's knife-like chin and straight nose bridge, the originally hard lines were extremely gentle because of the slightly upturned nose tip and the smile on her lips.