Chapter 919
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Looking at the girl's innocent and adorable look, Yan Fan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. His beautiful and fair face was enlivened by the smile at the corner of his lips. That lazy and stunning curve quietly slipped across his face.
The young man sat opposite him, and the distance between the two of them was proper and distant.
He slightly glanced to the side, and his eyes seemed a little amused. His dark blue pupils looked at her and gently swept across her. His peach blossom eyes were very captivating.
Then, he put away his indolent smile and nodded slightly.
Yan Fan stretched out his hand and said in a gentle and calm voice, "This little monk will add another cup of tea for Your Highness."
Shen Wanqing blinked, and then obediently stretched out her hand and handed over the teacup. "Thank you, Master Yan Fan."
When he took the teacup, his fingertips inadvertently touched the girl's wrist. Her skin was delicate and very smooth.
Yan Fan paused for a moment, and then slowly raised his long eyelashes. His serene gaze fell on the girl's slender wrist.
His gaze only lingered for a few seconds, and then Yan Fan calmly withdrew his gaze. His dark blue pupils were just like before, seemingly casual, but in reality, there were no ripples.
The tea flowed out of the pot and poured into the teacup like an arc.
The courtyard was very quiet. It was so quiet that one could hear the breeze blowing the ginkgo leaves. It was so quiet that one could hear the sound of tea. It was so quiet that one wanted to stop at this beautiful moment …
Yan Fan put down the teapot, and his beautiful snow-white fingers picked up the teacup in front of him. He placed the teacup in front of Shen Wanqing, and gently and elegantly said, "Your Highness, please."
This time, Shen Wanqing didn't drink it all in one go like before. She held the teacup and sat there obediently, taking small sips.
Looking at the girl's obedient appearance, Yan Fan couldn't help but chuckle.
The Little Highness in front of him seemed to be different from the rumors. Wasn't she said to be an undisciplined and cold-blooded God of War? Why did he look like an obedient and cute child?
Yan Fan looked at Shen Wanqing carefully and raised his eyebrows inwardly.
He didn't look like someone who had been on the battlefield all year round. His skin was very white. Shouldn't someone who had been on the battlefield all year round have scars all over his body?
Suddenly, Yan Fan saw the calluses on Shen Wanqing's purlicue. After a pause, he calmly withdrew his gaze.
Shen Wanqing took small sips of her tea. The temple was filled with the strong scent of sandalwood. The smell of the sandalwood gave off an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
She licked her moist lips and suddenly asked Yan Fan, "Master Yan Fan, can I come over to have tea with you in the future?"
The afternoon tea was just a pretense. Of course, the main purpose was for the beauty.
Hearing this, Yan Fan was stunned for a moment. Then he couldn't help but chuckle. "This little monk welcomes Your Highness at any time."
"Then … can I call you Yan Fan?" the girl asked carefully.
Yan Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled gently. "Okay."
Shen Wanqing blinked and looked at the very compromising youth. She suddenly asked Yan Fan, "In that case, Yan Fan, you don't have to call me Your Highness. That's too distant! You … can just call me Qingqing? "
Yan Fan frowned and shook his head. "Your Highness, this is against the rules. This little monk can't call Your Highness by your name. "
Seeing the youth put away his usual laziness and changed into a serious and serious look, Shen Wanqing was still not used to it.
Then, she regretfully pursed her lips. "Okay then …"
Anyway, there was still a long way to go. She didn't believe that she couldn't take down Yan Fan!
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