Was awakened by the sound of pushing the door while guarding the outside while dozing outside, a man in a robe with a moon-white python pattern walked in through the door, not like the usual smile, but still had a jade face and a romantic posture.
He raised his hand to stop the gun from saluting: Are you sleeping?
It’s still a blessing to get a gun: Go back to the prince, the girl has been waiting for the prince.
Fang Junchi nodded and walked straight toward the inner room.
The autumn dew was deep, and when she arrived at her, she felt her legs and feet were a little cold.
She was waiting for herself for countless nights before, with the door that had never been locked and a swaying lamp. The dedicated woman was walking clumsyly in front of the embroidery frame without notice of his arrival.
Fang Junchi had a chuckled at the corner of his mouth. He was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he couldn't learn embroidery well. He was about to walk over quietly to see what she was embroidering, and then he heard a cry of oh.
Why are you so careless?He stepped forward a few steps, held the white finger of the scallion that was emitting blood beads and put it in his mouth.
Ning Wan endured the numbness and itch from the warm mouth, and her tone was filled with joy: The prince is here.
Fang Junchi stared at the suspicious red clouds floating on her cheeks, stretched out his tongue and licked his fingertips ambiguously. Now she even trembled her ears quietly, and she felt very happy. She let go of her fingers and pulled her into her arms and kissed her deeply until both of them were panting: But was it boring to stay here?
If the person waiting can come, of course it will not be boring.Ning Wan held his hand and sat down on the side of the small table, lifted the long sleeves of water, revealing a piece of pink, white and slender white wrist. She opened the small cup on the coffee table, and suddenly felt a sweet fragrance. Today, the osmanthus flowers bloomed just in time, so Pityer picked some osmanthus cakes according to the method of her hometown. Prince tried it?
But there was no echo.
Fang Junchi's ink eyes were locked firmly in the plate of steaming osmanthus sponge cake, with white and soft petals, and even the positions of the osmanthus embellished overlapped with his memory. A long-lost fragrance awakened his silent sense of smell. He tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth...
He has not liked sweets for many years, but the sweet and glutinous flavor is slightly lit in his mouth, and the aroma of rice, oil and osmanthus is clearly distinguished. For him, it is a delicacy that cannot be found in the world.
When he was a child, he was picky and charming, so his mother steamed osmanthus sponge cake with her own hands and cut it into petals to coax him to eat it.
Ning Wan looked at the man in front of her with a hazy look, as if she was filled with heat, and she looked confused.
I couldn't help but feel a little guilty about whether this method was too cruel.
The man's lips moved slightly, swallowed the piece of pastry, then reached to the plate's fingers, and suddenly stopped when he was about to touch another piece of cake, and his joints were slightly white when they tried hard to pass through Dalian.
Fang Junchi raised his eyes and smiled gently. The wind and clouds were light between his eyebrows and eyes, as if the stunned and fragile man just now was just Ning Wan's illusion, and he was simply relaxed and relaxed.
Just when she thought she would fail tonight, the man's thin lips slightly opened, and his slightly hoarse and low bass was very confusing: Come here, I will tell you a story.
You pity listen carefully.Ning Wan's hand, which was hidden in her long sleeves, was tightly held tightly, and she didn't even notice that her fingernails hurt her palms. She stood up and walked to Fang Junchi, and was hugged by the man's waist and hugged her arms, with her chin on top of her head. Therefore, she couldn't see the man's expression at the moment, but the narrative voice vibrated her chest through her skin, like slowly flowing water.
Once upon a time, there was a very wealthy family with a large family property...
He raised his hand to stop the gun from saluting: Are you sleeping?
It’s still a blessing to get a gun: Go back to the prince, the girl has been waiting for the prince.
Fang Junchi nodded and walked straight toward the inner room.
The autumn dew was deep, and when she arrived at her, she felt her legs and feet were a little cold.
She was waiting for herself for countless nights before, with the door that had never been locked and a swaying lamp. The dedicated woman was walking clumsyly in front of the embroidery frame without notice of his arrival.
Fang Junchi had a chuckled at the corner of his mouth. He was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he couldn't learn embroidery well. He was about to walk over quietly to see what she was embroidering, and then he heard a cry of oh.
Why are you so careless?He stepped forward a few steps, held the white finger of the scallion that was emitting blood beads and put it in his mouth.
Ning Wan endured the numbness and itch from the warm mouth, and her tone was filled with joy: The prince is here.
Fang Junchi stared at the suspicious red clouds floating on her cheeks, stretched out his tongue and licked his fingertips ambiguously. Now she even trembled her ears quietly, and she felt very happy. She let go of her fingers and pulled her into her arms and kissed her deeply until both of them were panting: But was it boring to stay here?
If the person waiting can come, of course it will not be boring.Ning Wan held his hand and sat down on the side of the small table, lifted the long sleeves of water, revealing a piece of pink, white and slender white wrist. She opened the small cup on the coffee table, and suddenly felt a sweet fragrance. Today, the osmanthus flowers bloomed just in time, so Pityer picked some osmanthus cakes according to the method of her hometown. Prince tried it?
But there was no echo.
Fang Junchi's ink eyes were locked firmly in the plate of steaming osmanthus sponge cake, with white and soft petals, and even the positions of the osmanthus embellished overlapped with his memory. A long-lost fragrance awakened his silent sense of smell. He tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth...
He has not liked sweets for many years, but the sweet and glutinous flavor is slightly lit in his mouth, and the aroma of rice, oil and osmanthus is clearly distinguished. For him, it is a delicacy that cannot be found in the world.
When he was a child, he was picky and charming, so his mother steamed osmanthus sponge cake with her own hands and cut it into petals to coax him to eat it.
Ning Wan looked at the man in front of her with a hazy look, as if she was filled with heat, and she looked confused.
I couldn't help but feel a little guilty about whether this method was too cruel.
The man's lips moved slightly, swallowed the piece of pastry, then reached to the plate's fingers, and suddenly stopped when he was about to touch another piece of cake, and his joints were slightly white when they tried hard to pass through Dalian.
Fang Junchi raised his eyes and smiled gently. The wind and clouds were light between his eyebrows and eyes, as if the stunned and fragile man just now was just Ning Wan's illusion, and he was simply relaxed and relaxed.
Just when she thought she would fail tonight, the man's thin lips slightly opened, and his slightly hoarse and low bass was very confusing: Come here, I will tell you a story.
You pity listen carefully.Ning Wan's hand, which was hidden in her long sleeves, was tightly held tightly, and she didn't even notice that her fingernails hurt her palms. She stood up and walked to Fang Junchi, and was hugged by the man's waist and hugged her arms, with her chin on top of her head. Therefore, she couldn't see the man's expression at the moment, but the narrative voice vibrated her chest through her skin, like slowly flowing water.
Once upon a time, there was a very wealthy family with a large family property...
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