Chapter 920
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After that, Shen Wanqing would come to find Yan Fan at noon every day. At first, Yan Fan was not used to it. Later, at noon every day, he would prepare a plate of cream cake on the table and wait for Shen Wanqing to come.
The afternoon sun was very good, the breeze was gentle, and the sun was warm.
A girl in a ginger-yellow monk's robe was lying lazily on the wooden table. She looked up at the ginkgo tree above her head.
In Yan Fan's courtyard, there was a very lush ginkgo tree. Its leaves had already turned yellow. They sat under the ginkgo tree to enjoy the shade. When they looked up, they could vaguely see the sunlight shining through the gaps between the layers of leaves.
The delicate and beautiful girl supported her chin. The wide sleeves of her monk's robe slid down, revealing her fair wrist bones.
Her skin was very white and very delicate. Under the sunlight, it looked as if it was glowing.
Yan Fan's gaze swept past the girl's exposed wrist. Then, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his long eyelashes calmly.
A ginkgo leaf slowly fell and landed on Shen Wanqing's face.
Shen Wanqing picked up the yellowed ginkgo leaf. She turned her head and said to Yan Fan happily, "Yan Fan, the leaves have fallen. It's autumn!"
The girl's face was full of smiles. Her delicate and beautiful eyes were filled with gentleness.
Looking at the girl's smile, Yan Fan's mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.
The beautiful and devilish monk's clear and devilish eyes contained a helpless smile. He sighed softly and said, "Your Highness, it's the other way round."
It should be autumn, so the leaves had fallen.
The breeze blew, ruffling the long hair on the young man's shoulders. The scattered sunlight scattered on his body. At that moment, in Shen Wanqing's eyes, he was as noble and elegant as a god.
Shen Wanqing's tea-colored eyes flashed slightly. Then, she smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Whatever Yan Fan says ~"
The girl's compromising words made Yan Fan smile inexplicably. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the cinnabar mole between his brows was dazzling and enchanting.
That pair of peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be smeared with peach colored eye makeup. Clearly, he should be the most abstinent and not belong to the mortal world, but instead, he was devilishly charming, wild, and captivating.
The smile in the beauty's eyes dazzled Shen Wanqing. She stared blankly at Yan Fan, who was excessively charming and charming.
Noticing the girl's infatuated gaze on him, Yan Fan looked to the side slightly. The young man's calm dark eyes rippled with a faint smile.
His snow-white fingers picked up a teapot and poured a cup of tea for Shen Wanqing. Looking at Yan Fan's actions, Shen Wanqing suddenly remembered something.
Shen Wanqing blinked and asked Yan Fan curiously, "Can you drink milk?"
During this period of time, she had been reciting Buddhist scriptures without any desires, and she had almost forgotten about her big baby.
After asking, Shen Wanqing felt a little regretful.
Yan Fan didn't even abstain from wine and meat, so one could imagine what milk would be like.
Yan Fan, who was opposite her, paused slightly. That pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes had a touch of confusion. "Milk?"
"Hmm?" Shen Wanqing blinked. "Yan Fan, don't tell me you don't know what milk is?"
Her eyes darted around. Suddenly, Shen Wanqing smiled mischievously. "How about this, Yan Fan, you …" Kiss me, and I'll let you drink it.
Shen Wanqing was about to blurt out frivolous words. Suddenly, she saw the word "Zen" on the wall behind Yan Fan. Immediately, Shen Wanqing retracted her words.
Amitabha, it's a sin, a sin.
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