“……”

Zhao Cheng's eyes flashed, and he regained his composure, as if the abnormal emotions of that moment just now had never appeared in him at all.

Song Qing pressed one hand on one of his shoulders, and the other hand clenched his fist and beat him on the shoulder.

"I used to give them a squeeze on the shoulder when they were fine." Speaking of this, Song Qing couldn't help but look at his wrist.

The black bracelet is still very quiet, nothing has changed, and I don't know when I will be able to send her back.

Hey, when will she get home.

"How does it feel? There is no comfort a little. ”

"If you don't speak, that's a tacit acquiescence." Song said lightly, and the style of painting changed, and the thief approached him and said a word.

"Then Third Master, are you still angry?"

“……”

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and didn't speak, but at this time, there was finally a little color in his cold eyes.

Seeing that he was sitting upright, still not wanting to talk to her, Song Qing, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at his side face.

"Well, do you want to pinch your neck?"

Song lightly massaged his shoulders through his clothes, and her fingers never reached the collar and neck.

The reason was naturally that he was afraid that he would not adapt, so he didn't dare to do it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qing asked tentatively.

"Then I'll give you a button." As he spoke, Song Qing's fingers had already touched the back of the third master's neck, and he was about to give him a slap on his neck.

And the next moment, Song Qing's hand on the third master's left shoulder was tightly clasped by his hand.

Song Qing only felt that he was being pulled for a moment, and then his body instantly drove uncontrollably to him.

At this time, a hand crossed and clasped her waist, Song Qing only felt a tightness around her waist, and she fell into his arms.

The hand confined to her waist made Song feel uncomfortable slightly.

"What are you doing?"

At this time, Song Qing was a little dumbfounded and sat in the arms of the third master. At the waist was his strong wrist, and her whole body was pressed against him at this time, really close.

The air seemed to freeze, and Song Qing felt that his surroundings were filled with an aura of aggression in his strength.

Song slightly turned sideways and looked up, and he could see the handsome face that was close at hand, young and indifferent, revealing a feeling that no one should approach.

His eyes were deep and deep, and there was a cold chill inside, it was obviously a hot day, but every time he met his eyes, Song Qing would feel like a snowflake was floating in June.

obviously looks like a young brother who is less than twenty years old, but the aura that exudes makes people often ignore his age.

Facing his gaze, Song unconsciously tightened his sleeves.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Feeling his penetrating gaze, Song Qing could clearly feel his uncontrollable beating mood at this time.

Feel your abnormal heartbeat? Song was uncomfortable and felt that she was imprisoned by the third master and then in her arms? His face began to get hotter even more.

Her face is so hot!

That feeling of blushing, heartbeat, and deer bumping around is here again.

Who didn't Song Qing feel this way about before? And since I met the third master, this kind of plot that only exists in TV dramas is depicted? It appeared on her again and again.

Is this really like him?

Thinking of this? Song Qing's mind was a little messy. Trying to get up, only to find that the hand around her waist was tight? She couldn't move when she was imprisoned, and it hurt slightly.

Sensing her movements, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and consciously tightened the person into his arms.

Maybe it was because he felt his strong movements, and Song Qing reached out to his chest in a panic? Timidly looked up at him.

"Third Master."

Maybe it was because the hand he imprisoned on her waist was too strong, Song Qing felt a little painful, but it was okay, but it felt too embarrassing.

So shy!

Zhao Cheng sat upright, even if there was one more person in his arms at this time.

Serious and cold, noble and self-controlled!

If it weren't for the hand that was imprisoned on Song Qing's waist was indeed his? If someone sees it, they will definitely think that Song Qing threw himself into his arms.

In Zhao Cheng's sight at this time, Song Qingzheng was staring at him, and there seemed to be a mist in his eyes. Those eyes, clean and bright? Timid? It's like a bunny.

A strange feeling wells up in my heart? He wanted to bite her and try it.

The sudden thought made Zhao Cheng's mind a little confused. How could he have such biting thoughts, could it be that there was something wrong with his recent practice?

Otherwise? He really couldn't figure out why he thought that way.

Maybe it's trying to hide your strange thoughts? Zhao Cheng said with a calm face: "Don't touch me casually next time." ”

Listening to the gloomy voice, the corners of Song Qing's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Really? Liking him must be his own delusion.

Definitely!

“……”

Song glanced at him lightly and nodded unpleasantly.

"I see!"

Feeling the hand confined to her waist hurt, Song Qing glanced down at his arm.

"Well, you let go." Speaking of this, Song Qingsong patted his hand and gestured.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately let go of the hand around her waist and took it back stiffly.

Seeing him let go, Song Qing immediately stood up on the edge of the tea table and moved away from him.

Perhaps wanting to hide his nervousness, Song smiled dryly and said, "I'll drink some water first, I feel quite thirsty." ”

Feeling that his hands were a little sore, Song Qing moved his hand joints for a while, and then reached out and picked up a teacup and poured himself a cup of tea.

Putting down the teapot in his hand, Song Qing picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking the herbal tea, Song Qing finally felt the heat on his face go down a little.

After drinking two cups of herbal tea in a row to suppress the shock, Song Qing felt that his nervous and beating mood quieted down.

After feeling calmed down, Song Qing smiled and said, "Third Master, then I won't bother, I'll go back first." ”

Song Qing didn't expect him to respond, and after greeting the third master, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Before he could take a few steps, he heard the deep voice of the third master behind him.

"There are several courtyards adjacent to this still water house, you can choose one to live in."

The voice from behind him made Song pause. Her first reaction was whether she was hallucinating!

The third master just said that she should choose a courtyard to live in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Song Qing turned around in surprise and looked at Zhao Cheng, who was sitting there at this time. Dressed in black, with long dark hair, he was cold and serious.

That's really the third master, not someone else pretending to be.

Song Qing looked at him and couldn't help but ask. "Are you saying let me choose a courtyard in your house to live in?"

Zhao Cheng nodded solemnly after hearing this.

"Hmm."

After getting a definite answer, Song Qing's eyes lit up instantly, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It's sour, it's sour, but I'm happy anyway.