At noon every day after that, Shen Wanqing would come to Yan fan. At first, Yan fan was not used to it. Later, at noon every day, he would prepare a plate of milk cake on the table and wait for Shen Wanqing to come.
At noon, the sun is very good, the breeze is warm, and the warm sun caresses gently.
The girl in ginger robe lay lazily on the wooden table. She lay on the table and looked up at the ginkgo tree overhead.
In Yan fan's courtyard, there is a very lush ginkgo tree with yellow leaves. They sat under the ginkgo tree to enjoy the cool, looked up and vaguely looked at the sunlight projected from the cracks of layers of leaves.
The delicate and beautiful girl held her chin, and the wide sleeves of the monk's robe slipped down, revealing that section of white wrist bone.
The skin is particularly white and delicate. It looks and feels like white to luminous in the sun.
Yan fan's eyes flashed over the bright wrist exposed by the girl, and then his eyelashes trembled, and his long eyelashes dropped gently without waves and waves.
A gingko leaf fell slowly and landed on Shen Wanqing's face.
Shen Wanqing picked up the Yellow ginkgo leaves. She turned and said to Yan fan happily, "Yan fan, the leaves are falling, autumn!"
The girl's face was filled with a smile, and her delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
Looking at the smile on the girl's face, Yan fan's mouth unconsciously aroused a smile.
The beautiful and evil monk had a helpless smile on his clear, meaningful and strange eyebrows. He sighed: "Your Highness, it's the opposite."
It should be autumn, so the leaves fall.
The breeze blew the young man's long green hair on his shoulders, and the scattered sunshine scattered on him. At that moment, in Shen Wanqing's eyes, he seemed as noble and elegant as a God's residence.
Shen Wanqing's tea eyes flashed slightly, and then she smiled, "well, well, what Yan Fan said is what ~"
The girl's compromise made Yan fan smile inexplicably. He slightly picked the tip of his eyebrow, and the cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrow was bright and strange.
Those peach blossom eyes were slightly picked up, and the end of their eyes seemed to be dizzy with peach eye makeup. It was clear that they should be abstinent, otherwise, they would be evil and charming.
The smile in the beauty's eyes shook Shen Wanqing's eyes. She stared at Yan fan, who was too evil and seductive.
Aware that the girl was looking at his line of sight, Yan fan's eyes were slightly sideways, and the young man's lacquered black eyes were rippling with a casual meaning of smiling rather than smiling.
He picked up a teapot with his snow-white fingertips and poured a cup of tea for Shen Wanqing. Looking at Yan fan's action, Shen Wanqing suddenly remembered something.
Shen Wanqing blinked and asked Yan fan curiously, "can you drink milk?"
During this time, she recited the Buddha and Sutra with a pure heart and few desires. She almost forgot her big baby.
After asking, Shen Wanqing was a little regretful.
Yan fan doesn't even avoid wine and meat. It's conceivable that milk.
Yan fan on the opposite side gave a slight meal. The beautiful peach blossom eyes were blankly, "milk?"
"Hmm?" Shen Wanqing blinked. "Don't you know what milk is, Yan fan?"
Her eyes were rolling. Suddenly Shen Wanqing smiled narrowly, "well, Yan fan, you..." kiss me and I'll give you a drink.
The frivolous words were about to blurt out. Suddenly Shen Wanqing saw the word "Zen" on the wall behind Yan fan, and immediately Shen Wanqing took back his speech.
Amitabha, sin.