But this seems to be her first conversation with Fu Xingye.
He said he wanted to stay away, why did he meet him again so soon
"What do you want to do?" Fu Xingye said lazily without having his clothes loosened for a long time.
"Huh?" Nie Changhuan took a mental shift, looked up at Fu Xingye's face, and responded blankly, completely forgetting that he was still pulling other people's clothes.
Fu Xingye pulled up the corner of his right lip, as if he was a little chuckle. He didn't bother to speak any more, raised a hand that was hanging beside him, his fingers, and accurately flicked it on Nie Changhuan's wrist.
"..." Nie Changhuan flicked his wrist and immediately retracted his hand. After that, he became embarrassed with hindsight. After standing on the spot for a few seconds, he found the words to break the silence, "Why are you... Why are you alone? … here?"
Nie Changhuan regretted it as soon as she spoke: she shouldn't have spoken, and Fu Xingye couldn't see it anyway, she just sneaked away. Just assume that everything hasn't happened before, so as not to be bumped into by Nie Wei, and maybe threaten her with something.
But this seems to be her first conversation with Fu Xingye.
Hearing Nie Changhuan talking, Fu Xingye raised his eyebrows slightly, and the habitually pursed smile deepened: "It turned out to be a little stutter."
"..." Nie Changhuan pressed his lips and raised his eyebrows: What's the matter with the stutter... What's wrong? I just... just stammered! You care...
"Stop stuttering, help me light a cigarette, eh?" Fu Xingye took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, because he couldn't see it, he probably looked for a direction and handed it to Nie Changhuan.
"Oh, good." Seeing him handing something to himself, Nie Changhuan hurriedly bent over slightly and took it with both hands.
Even in this world, facing Fu Xingye's face, as long as he speaks, Nie Changhuan's belief in absolute maintenance and obedience to the emperor emerges.
Just waiting for the thing to lie on the palm of his hand, Nie Changhuan blinked his eyes, and then realized: Didn’t I just get angry because he called me to stutter? What am I doing? Am I booming again
Fu Xingye didn't know Nie Changhuan's careful thoughts at all, and took out the cigarette case again, holding a cigarette into his mouth.
When he stuffed the cigarette case into the pocket of his trousers, he put his hand in his pocket, his head tilted back slightly, and he stood and waited lazily, squinting his peachy eyes slightly. If he could see it, he must be staring at Nie Changhuan at the moment.
Nie Changhuan didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, so he moved his gaze down to his mouth with a cigarette in his mouth.
His lips were faintly red and thin, and they were slightly open at the moment, and the cigarette was casually bitten between his lips and teeth, as if it would fall down at any time...
Can't watch it anymore. I want to be reserved and decent!
Nie Changhuan closed her eyes and opened them quickly. She recalled the situation when Nie Wei's bodyguard was smoking, pinched the lighter and tried a few times, and finally made the lighter burst into flames.
After learning a new thing, Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and smirked happily, and then cautiously caged the flame with his hands, and tiptoed up to let the flame reach Fu Xingye's cigarette butt.
When she watched Nie Wei’s two bodyguards smoking before, they both had to smoke while they were lighting a cigarette, so that the smoke would burn.
Fu Xingye didn't respond because he couldn't see it.
Nie Changhuan stretched out his hands with feet on his feet, a little bit unable to resist, so he urged him in a low voice: "You bite... tighter, suck."
"..." Hearing these words, Fu Xingye seemed to be slightly stunned, and then he seemed to be choked. While raising his hand to take off the cigarette, he turned his head and coughed twice.