"Haven't you come out?" Shen Wanqing's heart clicked.
The housekeeper thought carefully, then shook his head and said, "I didn't come out."
Shen Wanqing sighed, pursed his lips and said, "OK, I know."
She came all the way to Yan fan's hospital. She and Yan fan have no name and no distinction now. Men's Qingming Festival is very important, so Shen Wanqing will not live with Yan fan before marriage.
As soon as he came to the hospital, Shen Wanqing smelled a very strong aroma of wine.
Her footsteps suddenly, the smell of wine?
It's time now. The sky is dark and dotted with several shining stars. Yan fan's room was not lit, and the whole hospital was dark.
Shen Wanqing followed the aroma of wine to the corridor in the hospital. With the sparse and bright moonlight, she saw the lazy young man leaning against the column and poured several wine cans beside him.
The slender body of the young man leaned lazily against the column. The snow-white and soft monk's robe was loosely sleeved on the body, and the collar was open, revealing his slender white long neck. The exquisite clavicle is connected to the shoulder line, and the lines are smooth and attractive, hidden under the monk's clothes.
Suddenly, there was a light rain. The raindrops fell on the ground. The soil was mixed with the fragrance of fragrant grass, which seemed to cover up the extravagant and chaotic aroma of wine.
The slender figure was scattered by the shallow rain curtain, and the exquisite and beautiful face gradually appeared unclear.
The lines of the side face are angular. No matter where it is, the bridge of the nose and the line of the lower jaw are perfect.
Those long and narrow peach eyes narrowed slightly and his long neck was slender. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, looking strange and lonely.
Shen Wanqing's feet moved slightly and came to Yan fan. The young man sitting in front of him looked up at her slowly.
The eyes are long and narrow, the dark blue pupil is dizzy, stained with the dense smell of wine, and the confusion seems to be a pool of spring water in spring.
Yan fan looked at her quietly. Then he slowly hooked the corners of his lips. He said gently, "I'm back."
The cold, low voice seemed to be as touching as wine.
Shen Wanqing pursed her lips and nodded gently. She put the persimmon in her hand aside and sat next to Yan fan.
After spending so long with Yan fan, it was the first time that Shen late Qing saw Yan fan drinking.
She sipped her lips, reached out and took the can of wine from Yan fan's hand and asked, "why did you drink suddenly?"
"Because I'm unhappy." the young man seemed to be drunk, so his answer was very straightforward.
Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows. "Why are you unhappy?"
The young man in front of him sniffed at the speech. He stood up lazily with a pillar on one side. The snow-white monk's clothes were loose. With his action, the collar of his left shoulder collapsed, half covered with snow-white.
Yan fan easily came to Shen Wanqing in just one step. The beautiful and enchanting enchanting monk gently picked the enchanting peach blossom eyes and thousands of amorous feelings at the end of his eyes.
He stretched out his fingertips and hooked Shen Wanqing's chin. The aroma of peach blossom wine came to his nostrils. He opened lazily, "of course I regret."
Regret?
Regret what?
Shen Wanqing's nerves tightened immediately. Should he regret being with her!
While Shen Wanqing was distracted, the wine jar in her hand had been easily taken away by Yan fan.
Yan fan drank with his head up. The traces of the wine flowed through the lines of his jaw and came to the rolling Adam's apple. Finally, he disappeared into his skirt and saw Shen Wanqing's saliva gulping.