Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 151: Misty Town (28) Extra
"who are you?"

Yan Jinyue asked the question tentatively in her mind, causing her to laugh softly, as if an electric current passed through her brain and reached every nerve ending.

It was clearly just a laugh, but it attracted the attention of Yan Jinyue, the green tea girl who had made many a proud man fall in love with her.

Her moist eyes flashed, she bit her lip, and asked in her mind, "Who are you? Don't play tricks on me!"

"Playing tricks?" The man continued to laugh, "Maybe I'm not pretending."

"You're not pretending?" Yan Jinyue was speechless, "Then you can't be a real god."

"Maybe..." The male voice was interrupted by another voice before he finished speaking:
"Audrey Felix, don't let your mind wander when you're praying to God."

A clear and cold sound, like jade shattering on a porcelain plate, awakened Yan Jinyue who was immersed in her own little world.

When she met those silver eyes, the gaze seemed to penetrate her. She shivered suddenly and almost fell. Fortunately, Benjamin, who was standing next to her, helped her up.

"Thank you." She smiled at Benjamin.

"It's okay." The handsome and gentle boy smiled back, his green eyes sparkling.

The scene of the young man and girl, both of whom were outstanding in appearance and demeanor, smiling at each other was extremely beautiful. Andrew sighed but couldn't help but feel a little sour:

"I was a step too slow, otherwise I would have been the one to receive a thank you from the lovely Audrey."

Yan Jinyue knew he was joking and glared at him, "Then you should move faster next time."

"Okay!" Andrew smiled very brightly and made a very artificial gentleman's salute. "It's my honor to serve you, Miss Felix."

Yan Jinyue smiled helplessly and wanted to say something, but she heard a scolding that was neither light nor heavy:

"The young lady and the two gentlemen seem to have forgotten that we are praying to the gods."

Yan Jinyue and the other two froze instantly and looked at the cold and dignified Holy Son.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Benjamin apologized quickly.

Andrew also stopped joking, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sorry, Your Highness, we are rude."

Yan Jinyue, the "starter" of all this, looked left and right, and finally lowered her head as low as she could, saying in a thin voice, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's all my fault."

"Miss Felix was distracted while praying to the gods and interrupted the prayer. The fault is indeed yours."

The man's voice was steady, and no emotion could be heard, but Yan Jinyue always felt that he was very angry, and every word he said was like a stone hitting her heart. And those silver eyes were even colder, and looking into them was like crashing into a snowy plateau.

"Your Highness..." Yan Jinyue bit her lip, feeling uneasy, and simply said, "If Your Highness wants to punish me, then punish me. As long as you don't sweep the entire palace, I can accept it."

The little girl was shaking, as if she was about to cry.

It's always like this, I'm so reserved and scared when I'm with him, but I'm so smart and cute when I'm with other people.

Colwin suppressed the anger in his heart and the darkness in his eyes, and said lightly: "Okay, then I will punish you to copy today's prayer 100 times. You must do it in my study tonight, and you cannot come out until you finish it."

"What?" Yan Jinyue's eyes widened in disbelief. She said now was it too late to clean the shrine?

Andrew and Benjamin were both shocked. His Royal Highness the Son of God was always very gentle, never got angry, and never punished anyone. They had been distracted during prayers before, but the punishment was always given lightly.

Copying the prayer a hundred times in his study and not being able to leave until you finish copying is a severe punishment that is not like the style of the Son of God at all.

They looked at the man's cold brows cautiously, not understanding why he was so angry today.

Andrew wanted to plead for Yan Jinyue, but was hit by a sharp glare and was silenced instantly.

He is truly worthy of being the Son of God. Even though he is as gentle as usual, a single look from him can make him silent, filled with awe and fear.

This punishment was decided, but fortunately, His Majesty the Son of God was kind enough to allow her to go back and wash up before going to the study to copy the prayer. Wait?

After Yan Jinyue sat down and picked up the feather pen, she felt something strange. What did copying the prayer have to do with her taking a bath? Why did the Son of God specifically tell her to take a bath?

Could it be that... he was afraid that her body was unclean and would defile the prayer?

This explanation is the most reasonable.

As a result, she felt even more resentful.

If part of the reason why Yan Jinyue had difficulty in learning was that the knowledge was obscure and difficult to understand, then another part of the reason was because she was unfamiliar with the language.

Even though she learned the language of this world automatically after arriving there, she was still not very proficient in it. She couldn't remember many words, and she had to keep a sample of the prayer next to her.

She picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote each word carefully, stroke by stroke. She was so focused that she didn't notice someone coming behind her.

Until a hand hooked up her wet hair: "Why don't you dry your hair? Didn't the magic teacher teach you the drying technique yesterday?"

In addition to learning basic knowledge, they also learn some basic spells. Of course, these servants have no divine power and can only do small things, which cannot be compared with the Son of God who possesses divine power.

Yan Jinyue looked up in a daze, and looked into the man's cold and deep eyes. It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and she said hesitantly: "...I...I'm not very good at that, and I'm afraid that if I don't come for a long time, you will be angry."

The little girl's pair of blue eyes were wet, full of caution and flattery.

But Colwin didn't feel happy. His eyes became even colder and darker. With one hand he used magic to dry her hair, and with the other hand he held the girl's chin, forcing her to look up.

"You're shaking like this. Are you so afraid of me?" he said in a low voice.

Yan Jinyue was confused and didn't understand what was going on. She stuttered, "No, I'm not...afraid of you..."

Her eyelashes fluttered extremely fast.

The man chuckled, "You said you're not afraid, but you don't even dare to look me in the eye."

"Who said I dare not!" Yan Jinyue tried to widen her eyes, "I'm just looking at you, right?"

The little girl's eyes widened deliberately, more like she was bluffing. Colwin hooked his lower lip and ordered, "Get up."

Yan Jinyue stood up immediately and saw the man sitting down on the chair where she had originally been sitting, holding the feather pen between his slender fingers and turning it nonchalantly.

Although she thought about it, she still said, "Your Highness, I want to copy the prayers, do you think?"

She tried to wink at him, but—

"Well, keep copying." The man's eyes were indifferent and he didn't move.

So this means she has to copy while standing?
The girl's pretty white face wrinkled, but she finally compromised, picked up another feather pen, bent down to pick up the pen, but before the tip of the pen fell, her waist was pulled away by a force.

She sat on the man's lap.

"Your Highness..." Yan Jinyue turned to look at him blankly.

The man said casually: "There is only one chair here, let's make do with it."

Hearing this outrageous explanation, Yan Jinyue's eyes twitched.

What the hell is making do? Does making do mean sitting on someone’s thighs?

Do you really think she is an innocent girl who knows nothing about the world?

I wish all babies a happy Christmas Eve and a happy Christmas~ Marry Christmas~~~~