"Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns. If I haven't seen you for a few days, I feel like decades have passed, and I miss you so much."
Di Moxuan put his head on Ye Qingluo's shoulder.
He seems to like the pose.
Tilting her head slightly, her warm thin lips would always rub against the skin that had cleared overnight.
The scorching breath sprayed on her neck.
Ye Qingluo moved her shoulders unnaturally, trying to avoid him.
"Don't move, let me hug you." The man's deep voice rang in his ears, bewitching.
Ye Qing caught a glimpse of his profile from the corner of his eye.
The front face is magnificent and full of evil spirits.
But this side face has a deep outline, and the corners of the shining black eyes are slightly raised, adding a bit of quiet tenderness.
Without the ostentatious charm of the past, it is a little more calm and heart-pounding.
There was no reason, so I was dumbfounded.
The struggling delicate body softened unconsciously.
She pursed her pink lips, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks: "You... why did you come to Sanquan Zongfu?"
"As a master, on such an important day as your disciple, how can you not show up to cheer for your disciple?"
Di Mo Xuantao's eyes were slightly sideways, and there was a dazzling luster of enchantment in his black pupils.
Ye Qingluo was embarrassed, this meme was going to be ruined, okay
Can we still have a pleasant chat
"Speaking of... Ah Luo, you haven't called me master yet, have you?" Di Moxuan's slender fingers suddenly pinched her chin, his fingertips brushed across those pink lips, and he smiled magnificently, "Say Come and listen."
Ye Qingluo became angry from embarrassment: "I have never said that you are my master! Those masters in the academy misunderstood themselves, so what has nothing to do with me!"
A chuckle spilled from the man's lips.
His chest rose and fell with laughter.
That laughter, the clearer it sounds, the louder it gradually becomes.
The man's fingers had slipped from Ye Qing's lower jaw to the back of her head.
With a little force in his palm, he clasped her into his arms.
The slender five fingers inserted into Ye Qing's hair.
"Ah Luo seems to... especially like the trick of 'leading disasters to the east'." Di Moxuan lowered his head slightly, and his face was a little closer to Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo shrank back, unable to adapt to Di Moxuan's approach.
However, the man's thin lips are slightly raised, and his evil black eyes are deeply locked on Ye Qingluo.
The four eyes are facing each other, the two faces are getting closer and closer...
Just in time, Ye Fengyu's excited voice came from outside the door; "Sister, Shangxuan Academy is here!"
With this sound, Ye Qingluo, who had been fascinated by Di Moxuan's elegant sandalwood fragrance, immediately came back to his senses.
When he saw the enlarged face of the man, still a little distance away from himself, he pushed his hands on the man's chest violently.
"Here, here! I'm leaving first!"
Ye Qing got out of the carriage as if fleeing, and jumped straight out of the carriage.
The red figure instantly disappeared into the crowd and disappeared.
Ye Fengyu chased down the carriage with two salutes on his back, looked at the direction where his sister disappeared, with a blank expression on his face: "Hey, hey, sister, you haven't paid me the registration fee yet, you just left, what should I do!"
With a sound of "da", a brocade bag landed on Ye Fengyu's salute.
Behind him, a man's unique magnetic voice sounded leisurely: "Here are five hundred gold coins, enough for you to spend until graduation."
Ye Fengyu turned around blankly, looked at the edge of the carriage, and swallowed nervously: "That, that... Lord Emperor, my sister has coins, I... I don't..."
"Just accept it, her coin was also taken from the deity, so why bother."