Xie Yu blinked his eyes at him, looked at him and smiled for a while before picking up his pen to write.
[Then disappear.]
Fu Sheng looked at the words on the paper, took a breath, and saw the second piece of paper.
[If I stay here, I might not be able to resist killing him.]
[If you really like him, kill him. No, you will be sad.]
[I don't want to make you sad.]
[Ding—Fu Sheng's favorability +5, current total favorability: 70.]
Xie Yu couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling when he heard the notification tone.
"Like me?" Fu Sheng raised his eyes suddenly, looked at those smiling eyes, and asked in a very soft voice.
Xie Yu nodded with bright eyes.
Fu Sheng sat in front of him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his voice was still very soft, "Which one do you like?"
Fu Sheng looked very calm, but in fact only he knew that at this moment, his breath was scorching hot.
Xie Yu blinked his eyes lightly, moved forward slightly, and when the tip of his nose was about to touch his, he stopped and looked down at Fu Sheng's lips.
He couldn't make a sound, but Fu Sheng understood.
Warm fingertips rubbed against his cheek, and his thin and soft lips pressed against it, with a faint orange smell.
A little bitter.
Xie Yu lowered his eyes lightly, asking for the sour orange flavor.
Old liar.
It's not sweet at all, and I lied to him that it was sweet.
It was only the next day that Xie Yu found out that Qi Ming was under house arrest.
The grapes in his hand rolled down, and he looked at Yunfeng with a startled expression.
Fu Sheng's eyes were calm, and his movements were very natural, and he put the peeled lychee on the small plate in front of Xie Yu, "Got it."
Yunfeng: "."
He glanced at Xie Yu, paused, and said cautiously, "Aren't you really going to see the emperor?"
Fu Sheng looked down at the lychee in the small plate: "Didn't you just want to eat it?"
Xie Yu was silent for a while, picked up the peeled lychee in the small dish, and put it into his mouth.
"Are you still eating?" Fu Sheng asked again.
Yunfeng and several of his subordinates didn't want to say anything anymore.
They never imagined that it would be like this when the master was deeply in love.
It's nothing more than peeling oranges and lychees for others by hand, but he even started to ignore their words.
They looked at Xie Yu with some resentment.
No matter how you say it, this man is a well-known and mighty general, he would have to be peeled to eat a lychee, really.
That lychee was very sweet, Xie Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, then nodded.
Fu Sheng stretched out his hand, picked up another lychee, lowered his head while peeling it and said, "No."
Yunfeng: "."
Yunfeng calmed down and felt that this could not be the case. It is not a good thing for the master to be too obsessed with one person, and the identity of this person is still very subtle.
"Master, you should go and have a look, the emperor is making a lot of noise, if this continues, something may happen."
In fact, what Yunfeng said was correct, Qi Ming was indeed dying in the palace, and kept threatening people with death, saying that he wanted to see Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng was peeling the lychees, and raised his eyes to look at him.
Yunfeng trembled a bit, and dared not continue talking.
Xie Yu suddenly stretched out his hand to pull him, his hand was dirty, with some lychee juice on it, he just grabbed Fu Sheng's sleeve like that.
Fu Sheng didn't dislike it either, but lowered his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"