After thinking for a long time, Shen Wanqing picked up a can of wangzi milk and knocked on the boy's door.
Behind the door, slowly came the young man's cool voice, "please, please come in..."
Shen Wanqing reached out to open the door. The boy sat on the bed with his back to her. His back was thin and thin, and his white shirt was very clean.
The windows in the room were not closed, and the cool wind outside gradually blew, blowing the boy's soft silver hair.
She saw the reddish tip of her ear.
Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows in surprise. Why are you shy again? She didn't seem to have done anything unusual.
She came over and sat beside Qi Nian slowly. She naturally reached out and handed the can of wangzi milk in her hand. Qi Nian took it even though he didn't look up.
The white boy had long fingertips and curled up slightly, holding the cold can in his hand.
He took a sip and it was sweet.
But Qi Nian was disorganized and had no intention to aftertaste the sweetness of wangzi milk.
"Is it sweet?" Shen Wanqing asked, glancing over his eyes and hanging his lips.
Qi Nian seemed distracted and didn't hear what Shen Wanqing said.
Shen Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at the boy who was silent and distracted. She narrowed her eyes slightly. She suddenly stretched out her hand and provoked the boy's chin.
Qi Nian was stunned by her actions.
Suddenly he looked up, and the broken silver hair spread out in front of his forehead, revealing his delicate face hidden below.
The eyebrow is like a willow, the eyes are long and narrow, beautiful, gray, and the pupils are at a loss. Everything from the eyebrow bone to the bridge of the nose is very high, and the lip flap is shallow, bright red and moist.
Shen Wanqing's eyes suddenly moved down an inch. The boy's white shirt seemed a little big, and the first button was not buttoned. The neckline of the clothes is open, the white shirt is wrinkled, and the delicate and attractive clavicle lines are under the slightly rolling Adam's apple.
The breeze outside the window blew.
Suddenly, Shen Wanqing narrowed his Feng eyes.
The light brown pupil rippled with a trace of thoughtfulness.
She gently raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy's confused gray pupils. He seemed a little frightened and surprised, and he didn't dare to look at her.
Shen Wanqing half narrowed Feng's eyes. She pulled the corners of her mouth inexplicably. The smile at the corners of her mouth was strange and confusing.
Qi Nian was a little slow. Looking at Shen Wanqing, he seemed to be distracted. He didn't know whether he was distracted by her or thinking about something else.
Suddenly, at that moment, he saw the girl in front of him coming up.
Lips and teeth were pried open.
His whole body froze.
Sitting there blankly, wantonly ravaged by the girl.
Those beautiful gray pupils were full of surprise and confusion.
After kissing, Shen Wanqing licked his lips.
"Sweet."
I don't know whether it's milk or who is sweet.
The breeze outside the window blew gently, blowing the late Qing Dynasty, as if the whole person were rippling.
Looking at the young man who finally fell on himself, Shen Wanqing smiled slowly, with an elusive smile on his lazy and wanton eyebrows and eyes.
She got up, calmly reached out and rubbed the boy's soft silver hair, "go to sleep after drinking the milk, and set off for Kyoto tomorrow."
Shen Wanqing left the room.
Qi Nian, who sat by the bed, didn't return to his mind for a long time.
His gray pupils were filled with confusion.
"Ding - successfully kiss the gold Lord's father, and get points: 1000, total points: 2974000."
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The next day, on the way back to Beijing, Shen Wanqing didn't seize the opportunity to talk to Qi Nian.
As soon as Shen Wanqing gets close, the boy will run away in panic like a frightened little rabbit, and won't give Shen Wanqing a chance to get close at all.