Almost as soon as the black figure entered the room through the window, the originally dark room lit up, and a soft voice came from the room with a hint of laziness.

"Lord Yan, in the middle of the night, you don't sleep at home, what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Lord Yan's deep eyes moved slightly, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a low and magnetic voice also came out of his mouth: "Do you know that Benjun is coming? ”

As soon as the voice fell, he walked in, one step, two steps closer.

"Lord Hades, I sleep without clothes!"

He paused, the smile on his lips deepened, and his deep voice was like mellow wine, revealing a hint of intoxicating charm: "It's okay, Benjun doesn't mind." ”

The corners of Feng Jiu's mouth twitched, and she turned over and sat at the head of the bed, and saw the black figure walking in, a pair of deep dark pupils fell on her body with a touch of light, and her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if asking: Didn't you say that you were not wearing clothes?

She squinted and smiled, like a cunning little fox, smiling proudly and arrogantly: "Knowing that Yan is coming, how can I be disheveled? So, tonight I slept in kimono. ”

"Waiting for Ben-kun?"

He stopped when he came to the bedside, stood in front of the bed, and looked condescendingly at the woman sitting on the bed holding the quilt. Although she was still dressed in men's clothes, she may have been resting tonight, so she had her black hair scattered.

Seeing the silky ink hair scattered behind her, a few strands hanging down on the side of her cheeks, adding a bit of charm and enchantment to her, making his eyes gradually deepen.

Feng Jiu, who was holding the quilt, was stared at by his deep gaze so hotly, and suddenly became uncomfortable, she smiled wryly, and asked, "Lord Yan, what is the matter with you coming to me all the time?" ”

Hearing her salutation, Lord Yan frowned: "Is Benjun very old?" ”

“……”

Feng Jiu was speechless, and just wanted to say, Lord Yan, have you always grasped the wrong point?

"Is Ben-kun very old?"

He asked again, as if sensitive to the question, and a pair of deep black eyes stared at her tightly, as if he would not stop there until she gave an answer that satisfied him.

"Hehe, you're not old, you're not old." She laughed wryly, thinking that he was having a convulsion, and that he was more serious about the problem with her.

Lord Yan's deep gaze looked at her deeply, his scorching gaze fell on her delicate face, his eyes flashed slightly, and his expression was serious and serious.

"Benjun is twenty-five years old, and he is not yet married."

"Poof!"

When she heard this, she looked at his serious and upright face again, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand to hold back the laughter, coughed lightly, and then said, "This, Lord Yan!" With your look...... Uh, no, I mean ......"

"You didn't understand what Benjun meant?"

He interrupted her, looking at her with a complicated and flickering gaze. He's already made it so clear, and she hasn't figured it out yet?

Hearing this, Feng Jiu was stunned, blinked, and said in a daze: "Isn't it that you are twenty-five years old and have not yet married?" I get it! ”

Seeing this, Lord Yan's face darkened, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed that she didn't open her mind, or that he was not good at confessing.

Seeing her looking at him innocently, as if he didn't know what he was angry about, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and suddenly, he leaned down and pressed her on the bed.