The young man's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his gaze fell on the soup woman who was held by Jiang Yu's two small hands.

Gu Shiyou put the brush aside, and his snow-white long fingers indifferently took the soup woman handed over by Jiang Yu.

After Gu Shiyou took away the soup woman, Jiang Fei's pantothenic arm was stiff and reluctantly withdrawn.

Before she could secretly rub her sour arm, Gu Shiyou's cold voice came.

"It's cold, go get another one."

Jiang Yu: "? ”

Tang Pozi was shoved back into her hand.

The little milk dumpling seemed to have sensed Jiang Fei's uncontrollable anger, and it hurriedly came out to appease Jiang Fei:

[Old ancestor, beautiful and beautiful old ancestor, calm, calm! ] Don't do it, if you provoke Gu Shiyou, you will definitely be disabled if you don't die. If this body dies, it will have to be rewound! 】

[Ancestor, endure the calm for a while, right! ] 】

The little milk dumpling was sweating profusely.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, her red lips hooked shallowly, and the smile on her delicate and beautiful little face was even more charming and beautiful.

She looked very obedient: "Yes, Your Highness. ”

Gu Shiyou, you wait for the ancestors.

The old ancestor has always been the most resentful.

When the task is completed, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in the hearts of the ancestors without killing you.

Jiang Yu went and changed to a new soup woman, who was wrapped in a gray-blue cloth bag, and the cloth bag was embroidered with a white crane with wings spreading, elegant and cold.

This time, after Jiang Yu handed over the soup woman, Gu Shiyou took it indifferently.

His Royal Highness, who was beautiful and sickly, sat on a chair, wrapped in a dark blue coat, and his clear and handsome face was surrounded by snow-white fluff, which lined his complexion.

The long eyelashes like crow's feathers drooped slightly, the dark and cold black eyes were half covered, a little less arrogant, and the whole person showed a little fragile and harmless, like a beautiful and delicate sick beauty.

Jiang Yu saw it, but she was not moved at all, and even became colder in her heart.

"The ink on the table has been poured and washed, and you can't grind it." Gu Shiyou's snow-white long fingers slightly pressed the warm soup woman, her thin and red lips moved slightly, and her voice was cold.

Jiang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, reached out and picked up the inkstone on the table, and left the study.

Looking at the back of the girl leaving, Gu Shiyou's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, looking very narrow.

The fog at the end of the eyes is thick, and the long eyelashes are slightly drooping, revealing a hint of elusiveness.

After Jiang Yu went out, she poured the ink on the ground and washed it a few times casually.

I couldn't flush it clean, so I threw the inkstone directly into the bucket and let it soak in it by itself.

After soaking for a while, Jiang Yu poured the water and took out the inkstone from it.

shook it off, and returned to Gu Shiyou's study as if nothing had happened.

"Your Highness, it's been cleaned." Jiang Yu put the inkstone on the table, and wiped her hand, which was stained with water droplets, on the corner of Gu Shiyou's clothes without a trace.

The water was cold, cold to death.

I knew that I would have soaked it in hot water, but it wasn't hers if it was broken anyway.

Jiang Yu silently took out the milk dumpling and rubbed it to keep warm.

Jiang Yu thought that her action of wiping her hands was not traced, but in fact, she was completely included in the eyes of the young man.

The beautiful and clean His Royal Highness's good-looking brows jumped, and the thin and beautiful lips unconsciously tightened into a straight line, and the lip line was beautiful and straight.

Gu Shiyou held the soup woman in his hand tightly, and barely resisted the urge to take off the big hat.

(End of chapter)