(Cat flutter Chinese) qing...

She just called him Qing...

Such an affectionate title made Jian Qing's heart tremble.

The word "Qing", if it is not his name and surname, can also be used as an honorific title for him, which is not wrong.

But he didn't know why, but at the moment, he hoped that the "Qing" in her mouth was not just an honorific title.

He Yiru seemed to see that Jian Qing was questioning herself, and deliberately stopped and did not answer.

Jian Qing patiently waited for her to communicate with her heart, and also looked at her with a pulse, and the two stood side by side, as if the dust had fallen for a lifetime, and only this place was peaceful.

Jian Qing was seen by her weakness, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's the difference?" ”

"The difference is to appreciate it with you." He Yiru has a slight meaning at the bottom of his eyes.

Indeed, no matter how quiet this scene is, accompanied by someone, it is also lively, no matter how noisy it is, without you, it is just silence.

Jian Qing smiled lightly, "How fortunate I am in my life, Jian Qing, to meet such a confidant as you, it is really worthy of being the first person I invited to tea, please come in." ”

Jian Qing said, stretching out her hand and leading He Yiru in.

A leaf falls from a branch, and the air ripples, rendering the slightest throbbing.

He Yiru followed Jian Qing's side, walked into the inner room, the room has been haunted by the smell of good sandalwood, pushed open a semi-transparent sliding door, revealing a Japanese-style tea table, the teacup is as thin as cicada wings of white porcelain material, light as paper, carved with Meilan, bamboo chrysanthemum four gentlemen, the color is elegant, transformed into immortals.

"Sit." Jian Qing raised her hand lightly, signaling He Yiru to sit down.

He Yiru bowed slightly to him gratefully, stepped forward and knelt down on his knees, and began to make tea face to face with Jian Qing.

The pot of water boiled, and Jian Qing's clean fingers skillfully drenched the teacup, and then twisted a finger of dry tea and put it into the teapot.

He Yiru poured a cup and handed it over.

"Have you always lived here by yourself?" He Yiru took the teacup, took a sip of the high-grade bamboo leaf and asked.

"Don't you think this place is good and want to come over for a piece of the pie?" Jian Qing smiled in her eyes, drank the tea in her hand and poured another cup.

He Yiru was choked by his words, and his ears suddenly became hot, and he replied shyly, "I didn't say that." ”

After finishing speaking, he was a little at a loss, picked up the teapot and poured tea into Jian Qing's cup.

"Yiru," Jian Qing suddenly leaned out of her and whispered, "I've changed my mind now, I'm not going to send you to the disaster area, I'm going to leave you here." ”

He Yiru looked at his elegant eyes, his hand shook, the spout was raised, and a string of freshly boiled tea was splashed on the man.

He Yiru's expression flickered, and he didn't care much, so he directly stopped the spilled water, and poured his body to the other side of the table.

Jian Qing hurriedly got up and helped her, even she couldn't use her strength, she simply passed through the crook of her leg and hugged her to her side, He Yiru's face was flushed, but she couldn't resist the burning red on her hands.

Jian Qing hurriedly pulled her arm, watching her originally white and silky skin turn into a scorching sea of fire, and the distress in her eyes poured out wantonly.

"This is boiling water, how can you block it with your hands?"

"If I don't block it, I'll burn you, and I'd rather be myself than burn you." He Yiru's soft voice made Jian Qing's heart flutter.

Jian Qing stared at her reddened cheeks, and there was an unprecedented throbbing, as if lovers from a previous life recognized each other at this moment, which felt so wonderful that it was difficult for him to figure it out for a while.

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