Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 554 Overwhelming the Prime Minister's Sick Beauty (44)

He You: ...?
She turned her head to look at Zhu Qing, who met her gaze and nodded with a complicated expression.

It's really broken.

And it's bad and silent, very weird.

He was dumb again.

If it was a coincidence and there was no inside story, she would be the first to not believe it.

Rong Yan bent her eyes and turned her body slightly.

"Go home in my carriage."

He didn't move again, she raised her eyebrows lazily and smiled.

"What if I say I don't want to?"

Rong Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and he quietly looked at He You with his twinkling eyes, his voice lowered a little, looking cautious.

He pursed his lips and said in a calm voice, "Why?"

He You: ...

It seems that there is really no reason.

She puffed her cheeks a little, a little frustrated.

He flicked his sleeves again, and walked over there first.

"Then thank you, Mr. Rong."

Rong Yan squeezed out a smile, and followed her obediently.

His carriage was much more spacious than He You's, and Rong Yan sat obediently on the other side of He You, with a straight posture.

He pushed the small plate on the small desk towards He You, slightly bent his lips.

"Want to eat?"

He was not polite, and squeezed some nuts.

Rong Yan glanced at it, then pulled the little dish over again.

The boy lowered his eyebrows and quietly shelled the nuts.

After peeling off everything, Rong Yan wiped some debris on her fingertips with a plain white brocade handkerchief, her brows and eyes were soft and moist.

The car swayed suddenly at this moment, and He subconsciously reached out to help him.

Reaching out to grab the boy's wrist, he realized that his body was cold.

He frowned again.

"Why is it so cold?"

Rong Yan sat silently with her swayed body, the wrist held by her was stiff and did not dare to move.

He pursed his lips: "I've always been like this, it's okay."

He handed him the blanket next to him again, raised his chin: "Cover it."

Rong Yan silently closed it.

The young man lowered his brows and eyes, his eyes glistened with water, and the red drops of water on his forehead were slightly skewed due to the shaking just now, Rong Yan frowned a little uncomfortable, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with it a few times.

After a pause, Rong Yan quietly raised his eyes to look at He You.

He pursed his lips, with a cute and gentle expression, but secretly shook his head.

The red forehead ornament was crooked again.

Rong Yan moved closer to He You, looking up at her.

"Is my forehead ornament crooked?"

He took another look and nodded.

"A bit."

Rong Yan stretched out his hand to poke it a few times, but the result became more and more crooked.

He seemed a little depressed, and approached cautiously.

The young man looked at her quietly with his cool peach blossom eyes: "Can you set it right for me?"

He raised his eyebrows again: "Can I touch you?"

Rong Yan nodded seriously.

Only you can.

He bent his lips again: "Then I've done it?"

The young man's earlobes slowly turned red, he lowered his head slightly, and pursed his bright red lips.

He reached out and flicked again, and his fingertips inevitably touched the young man's forehead.

The two were too close, Rong Yan's eyes were moist, her slightly opened collar was in front of her eyes, the young man avoided his gaze, and tightly pursed his lips.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise again: "Why is your forehead red? Did you hit it just now?"

A faint blush slowly spread on the white forehead, which complemented the red forehead ornament.

Rong Yan subconsciously tilted her head, even her neck turned red.

He pursed his lips and lowered his brows and eyes.

"No."

Rong Yan straightened up in a panic and distanced herself from He again, until she felt that her earlobes were not so hot, she felt more at ease.

(End of this chapter)