Qing She just called him Qing Such an affectionate address made Jian Qing's heart tremble.
The word "Qing", if it is not his given name, can also be used as an honorific for him, which is not wrong.
But for some reason, he hoped at this moment that the "Qing" in her mouth was not just an honorific.
He Yiru seemed to see that Jian Qing was questioning him and deliberately stopped answering.
Jian Qing waited patiently for her words of connection with him, and looked at her carefully.
The two stood side by side, as if the dust of their whole life had disappeared, leaving only peace here.
Jian Qing felt guilty when she saw him, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's the difference?"
"The only difference is to enjoy it with you."
He Yiru's eyes were filled with deep meaning.
Indeed, no matter how quiet this scene is, and there are people accompanying it, it is still lively.
No matter how noisy the surroundings are, without you, there is just silence.
Jian Qing smiled happily and said, "I, Jian Qing, am so lucky to meet such a close friend in my life.
You are truly worthy of being the first person I invite to tea.
Please come in."
Jian Qing said, reaching out to lead He Yiru in.
A leaf falls from the branch, rippling in the air, causing the threads to throb.
He Yiru followed Jian Qing and walked into the inner room.
The pleasant smell of sandalwood lingered in the room.
He opened a semi-transparent sliding door, revealing a Japanese-style tea table with teacups as thin as The cicada wings are made of white porcelain, as light and translucent as paper, and are engraved with the four noble figures of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.
The colors are elegant and they transform into immortals.
"Sit."
Jian Qing gently raised her hand to signal He Yuru to take a seat.
He Yiru nodded to him gratefully, went forward and knelt down, faced Jian Qing and started making tea.
The kettle of water was boiled, and Jian Qing's clean fingers skillfully rinsed the teacup, then twisted a finger of dry tea and put it into the teapot.
He poured a glass for He Yiru and handed it over.
"Have you always lived here by yourself?"
He Yiru took the tea cup and took a sip of the fine bamboo leaf green and asked.
"Do you think this place is good, and you want to come over and share a piece of the pie?"
Jian Qing had a smile in her eyes, drank the tea in her hand and poured another cup.
He Yiru choked on his words, her ears suddenly felt hot, and she replied shyly, "I didn't say that."
After saying that, he felt a little at a loss and picked up the teapot to pour tea into Jian Qing's cup.
"Yi Ru," Jian Qing suddenly leaned towards her and whispered, "I have changed my mind now.
I am not going to send you to the disaster area.
I am going to keep you here."
He Yiru looked at his elegant eyes and shook her hand, raised the spout of the pot, and poured a bunch of freshly boiled tea on the man.
He Yiru's expression flashed, and he didn't care much.
He directly blocked the splashing water and fell towards the opposite side of the table.
Jian Qing hurriedly stood up and supported her.
She couldn't even use her strength, so he simply put her through the crook of her legs and hugged her to her side.
He Yiru's face turned red, but he couldn't resist the burning redness on his hands.
Jian Qing hurriedly took her arm, watching the originally white and silky skin turn into a sea of scorching fire, the distress in her eyes pouring out wantonly.
"This is boiling water, how can you block it with your hands?"
"If I don't block it, I will burn you.
I would rather burn myself than let you get burned."
He Yiru's soft voice made Jian Qing's heart tremble.
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Jian Qing stared at her red cheeks, feeling an unprecedented throbbing feeling, as if lovers from the previous life were recognizing each other at this moment.
This feeling was so strange that he could not understand it clearly for a moment
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