"That's because ......" Nan Sichen paused, stared into her eyes, and whispered softly: "What I want to find is not a student from the art academy, but you." ”

Lan Nianyun's heart suddenly beat faster, and he asked in surprise, "Are you looking for me?" Do you know me? ”

Nan Sichen looked at her stunned, smiled slightly, and narrowed her eyes.

He began to use his knife and fork to take some French pastries and put them on a white porcelain plate in front of him, and then carefully cut the pastries into smaller pieces.

After being silent for a while, he said lightly: "It's not an acquaintance, it's just that I saw you in the art museum next to your school a week ago, and I have a feeling of déjà vu." ”

When he said the words "déjà vu", he lengthened the end note, as if he was deliberately reminding her of something.

Lan Nianyun pondered for a while, figuring out the meaning of his words, which seemed to coincide with her expectations.

Nan Sichen is looking for someone, looking for a girl he misses.

That girl may have been someone he had liked. But now, it is estimated that the two have separated, or lost contact.

So he came to her, chatted with him, and comforted his wounded heart.

Knowing his intentions, Lan Nianyun breathed a sigh of relief, but he was afraid of touching his sadness, so he asked euphemistically: "Lawrence, you mean, I look like a friend you miss, but she is not by your side at this time." So, do you want me to chat with you and relieve your longing? ”

"Heh," Nan Sichen laughed, his smile a little cold.

He raised his glass, tilted his head and drank it dry.

Then, he put down the cup and forked a small piece of snack with a fork to her mouth, "Come, eat a macaron, and reward you for your cleverness." ”

As soon as he said this, Lan Nianyun knew that he had guessed correctly.

She blinked, looked at the small piece of dim sum in front of her, and sighed lightly, "Such a small dim sum, I don't know why I have to cut it smaller, I can take one bite at a time." ”

As he spoke, he wanted to use his hand to pick up the macarons that had not been divided in the snack plate.

A hand, reaching over, took her hand.

"You have to use a knife and fork, this is the most basic dining etiquette." Nan Sichen said softly, changed a fork, forked a whole round macaron, and brought it to her mouth again.

Lan Nianyun glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and saw him smiling faintly, smiling very well, his eyes were warm and doting, as if he was about to melt people.

Her heart trembled, and she shook for a moment.

The scene now felt familiar to her, as if she had experienced it before.

The blue-eyed boy smiled warmly and fed the little girl snacks......

However, in her childhood memory, there was no such person as Nan Sichen.

Or is it that there was a similar scene in an idol drama she watched?

Lan Nianyun smiled to herself.

Thinking of the purpose of this conversation, she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Lawrence, is it that friend of yours who always asks you to feed her like this...... Hmmm......"

The mouth was immediately gagged with a whole macaron.

The mouth is full of caramel flavor, and the fragrance is sweet.

Well, she understood what he meant, she stopped talking, adhered to the "etiquette" of eating without words, drank quietly and ate.

A brunch that lasted for an hour.

During this period, Nan Sichen was extremely patient and didn't let her move a finger, and all kinds of snacks and fruits were fed to her with a fork.

The gentle breeze on the surface of the lake is cool and refreshing.

As far as the eye can see, the clear water and red leaves, the emerald green islands, the towering castles, and the white ships outline the quiet scenery like an oil painting, which is elegant and beautiful.

Lan Nianyun drank several glasses of wine, and her cheeks seemed to be dyed with two red clouds, which was charming and lovely.

Nan Sichen turned her head sideways and asked her softly, "Are you full?" ”

"It's full."

Yachts, great views, sumptuous brunches, and valuable gifts to come.

And all this, she just needs to accompany him to drink some wine, eat something, and chat.

Lan Nianyun felt satisfied.

She relaxed, straightened her legs, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, a long, graceful finger suddenly came to her lips.

Lan Nianyun was stunned.

Nan Sichen's soft fingertips began to rub her pink upper and lower lip flaps shallowly, and the movements were gentle.

"You won't eat the snacks cut into small pieces, your mouth is dirty." He explained the abrupt gesture in a low voice.

He used his thumb first, then his index finger, and rubbed her lips one at a time, very delicately, very slowly.

Perhaps because of the drinking, Lan Nianyun's consciousness was a little blurred, and he didn't think to avoid his fingers.

At his fingertips, she seemed to have become a marionette, stupid and stunned, and could only passively look at his face and his eyes.

The blue eyes, like the deep ocean, are rolled up in layers of whirlpools, revealing a fatal attraction.

In a trance, his slender fingers slid down and gently pinched her chin.

The distance between the two gradually narrowed, so close that they breathed and smelled each other's faint wine.

"Lan Nianyun." Suddenly, he softly called her name.

"Huh?"

"Lan Nianyun." He called her again.

This sound seems to hide a strong lovesick charm.

Lan Nianyun was awakened by him, and his heart was tingling, and the whole person seemed to be frozen magic, and he didn't move.

"Blue sky misses white clouds, right?" He said the meaning of her name.

"Hmm."

Lan Nianyun subconsciously replied, but he didn't understand what he wanted.

Nan Sichen stopped talking, just stared at her for a moment.

Seeing that her face was still full of dazed and ignorant expression, his eyes sank.

Suddenly, he turned around, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and took a big sip of it.

Just before Lan Nianyun understood his intentions, he grabbed her waist and pressed it down.

Lan Nianyun's eyes widened in shock, watching his handsome face enlarge, and her two hands on his chest subconsciously pushed out.

However, I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness in her head, or because of the inexplicable feeling of heartbeat, her resistance was really weak and weak, and she quickly disappeared into the shackles of his strength.

The strong wine slid down her throat, Lan Nianyun swallowed passively, and after drinking a large sip of wine, a layer of mist floated in her eyes, misty.

The next second, her body shook and fell into his arms.

It's still so overwhelming......

Once, a few alcoholic chocolates could make her drunk.

Nan Sichen hooked her lips, hugged her horizontally, and strode towards the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, he gently laid her on the soft large bed, bent his right leg, and knelt on the side of the bed on his left knee.

He quietly looked at her sleeping face, and saw that her snow-white skin was oozing a thick crimson, delicate and indescribably moving.

He was like a thousand-year-old fossil, keeping his half-kneeling posture unchanged, his eyes obsessive, and he looked at her for a long time.

It was long until the sun was setting, and the twilight was heavy.

He then stretched out a hand, his left hand, and gently pulled the strands of hair that were scattered from her forehead behind her ear.

Then, he took her right hand, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to the back of her pale hand.

It's like a ritual of worship for medieval knights.

Hot lips and cold hands have been touching each other for a long time.

Finally, Nan Sichen raised her head, her voice was slightly hoarse, and whispered to her: "Lan Nianyun, do you know, you are my princess!" ”