The night is getting deeper and deeper, the ink is so thick that it seems to be indissolvable, the bright moon hangs high in the air, the cold light and thousands of candles are intertwined, slightly breaking the dead and sinking of the night, adding a little vitality.

The breeze is gentle, mixed with the scent of flowers, and it wafts through the air.

The warm spring night is peaceful and quiet.

The man on the desk finished the last fold, leaned over the back of the chair, raised his hand, stretched out his bony fingers and rubbed his eyebrows.

After a moment, he stopped his movements and cast a faint glance into the darkest corners, his gaze becoming more and more elusive in the hazy night.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a delicate body lying on a chair in the corner and falling asleep, still so unbearable to look at it on all directions.

Before he could get close to her, he seemed to have a picture of her sleeping in his mind.

Getting up, he walked out of his long legs towards her.

When I crossed the desk, I couldn't help but pause.

Looking sideways, the melon seed shells on the desk far exceeded the height of his stack of folds.

On the plate on the side, it was the melon seeds she peeled for him, filled with a full plate.

And he didn't eat a single one.

All afternoon, she sat on his desk, beside him, and did it without distraction, serious and focused, without being disturbed by anyone.

And he, reading the folds one after another, just swept to the side from time to time with the corner of his eye.

In the process, she didn't know how many yawns she yawned and how many excuses she made to leave.

But he didn't let her go.

If she doesn't suffer a little, she can't feel his intimidation.

So he told her that when he finished approving the folds, he would let her leave, otherwise, don't come to the Heart Cultivation Hall to eat melon seeds in the future.

Unexpectedly, she really compromised for the sake of those bags of melon seeds.

The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the steps taken were slightly heavy.

She also drank three pots of black tea today......

Belch.. I remember that she didn't like to drink tea before, and every time she came, he would deliberately let Zhang Deming make a lot of rose tea sent by the queen to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

At that time, he clearly saw her awkward expression when she picked up the teacup, and he couldn't help retching when he saw her tea on her lips and teeth, and he remembered her drinking tea hard......

And now she's .....

Little by little, the gaze became deeper.

Now she has completely lost her previous shadow, whether she speaks or acts, she is not the Su Xi he knows.

In particular, there was a unique faint and elegant dark fragrance on her body, which he had never smelled before.......

Approaching her step by step, Ling Juncheng's steps seemed hesitant.

Stopping two steps away from her, he stood with his hands in his hands.

The dancing candle flame in the hall stretched the silhouette, and the long and straight body exuded innate nobility and coldness even if it stood there without words.

"I'm done with the review."

The thin lips under the wings of the nose opened slightly, and the female's voice fell softly.

The empty hall did not respond except for the fading aftermath.

The delicate body on the chair, the eyes are closed, the long eyelashes like a feather fan cover the entire lower eyelids, and the red lips under the hooked nose are shallowly pursed.

The candlelight hit her gently, making her look inexplicably gentle.

Qingli looks like a beautiful face in the hazy night to add three points of mystery, seven points of charm, from a distance to feel pleasing to the eye, up close, is even more beautiful.