But on second thought, why did she want to go back?

Chu Yanhuan twisted her beautiful eyebrows, and a wicked smile flashed on her beautiful and delicate face, revealing two snow-white small fangs.

She's going to play a prank on Shen Qingjue!

Wedding?

Marry a fart!

……

The little girl went to Shen Qingjue's room with a high spirit.

She lived here for a few days when she was a child, and thanks to her unforgettable memory, Chu Yanhuan was still relatively familiar with the terrain of Shen Mansion.

Chu Yanhuan lay on the outside of Shen Qingjue's window, stretched out his white paws and poked a hole in the window paper, and then looked inside.

It was quiet inside, and there was no movement.

Chu Yanhuan: "? ”

Isn't it?

Also, in broad daylight, who will have nothing to do all the time in the bedroom.

The girl's big pretty eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a wicked smile.

She wants to hide inside, and then wait for Shen Qingjue to come back, pretending to be a ghost and scaring him to death!

Just do it, Chu Yanhuan gently pushed the door open, then dodged in, and then quickly closed the door, beautiful.

Then a low-magnetic and sexy voice came from behind her, with a slightly hoarse taste.

"Who?"

Chu Yanhuan's movements froze suddenly, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth was fixed on his face.

, Shen Qingjue, this guy is here??

It's a little embarrassing!

The girl turned her head stiffly, inexplicably a little weak, she sneered: "Hey, Shen Qingjue, what a coincidence, you are also here?" ”

By the way, he waved his little white paws.

Then, Chu Yanhuan's gaze fell on the person opposite.

Her gaze froze.

The slender and handsome young man sat on the ground with his legs half bent, and several flasks scattered at his feet. His hair was scattered, and long crow-blue strands fell down his cheeks, obscuring half of his delicate face.

He was dressed in a black robe, the fabric looked delicate and soft, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing half of his beautiful collarbone.

It looks a bit decadent and beautiful.

This is the first time Chu Yanhuan has seen Shen Qingjue like this.

The girl's eyes were stunned.

Drunk?

She hesitated for a moment and opened her mouth, "Hey, Shen Qingjue, are you drunk?" ”

Shen Qingjue's eyes were a little blurry, and the glass-like pupils seemed to be dotted with dots of broken light, which was incredibly beautiful. It seems to have a thin layer of mist, and it is not really visible.

He tilted his head, and his light-colored and beautiful thin lips opened lightly, "Yan Huan? ”

The tone was a little uncertain.

This look looks dull and cute.

Chu Yanhuan: "......"

It seems to be really drunk.

Shen Qingjue staggered to his feet, threw the wine jug aside, and walked slowly towards Chu Yanhuan, his steps looking a little vain.

The young man's dark eyes stared directly at Chu Yanhuan, then reached out and hugged her, bent down, and rested his chin on the girl's shoulder.

Chu Yanhuan, who was suddenly hugged: "??? ”

What's going on with this man?

Then she heard Shen Qingjue's aggrieved voice, "You hate me." ”

Chu Yanhuan retorted: "I didn't. ”

The other party paused, and then muttered to himself: "I really got drunk, and I was drunk to see you, so that I could hear you say that you don't hate me......"

Shen Qingjue hugged Chu Yanhuan's arm tightly, buried her face in the girl's white neck, and said sullenly: "Why do you hate me?" I just like you too much. ”

"I didn't mean to, I just, I just couldn't control myself......"

"I like you, I just like you."

"Don't hate me, okay?"

Hearing these words, Chu Yanhuan's eyes trembled, she didn't speak for a while, and then reached out to push Shen Qingjue.

The other party was pushed away by her at once.

Then, the sick and weak beauty raised her dark jade-like pupils, stared at her directly, and said aggrievedly: "You, why are you pushing me?" ”

"You really don't want me anymore......".

As she spoke, the beauty lowered her beautiful and delicate face, and it seemed that she was really sad.