The Holy Lord finally let go of her and looked her up and down: "Why are you so nervous?"
Then he smiled and said: "Where is the bravery that just pulled my sleeves to prevent me from leaving?"
Gu Xijiu gritted her teeth secretly, pulling up her sleeves showed off her bravery.
She didn't pull down his pants.
I quickly brushed away this unreliable thought to prevent my thoughts from running in a more dirty direction.
"Holy Lord, at least I did my part this time, and I think I have the right to know.
"Are you going to drink tea?"
The Holy Lord suddenly said from outside.
Gu Xijiu was startled, she was indeed a little thirsty, so she responded simply: "Drink" just in time to drink tea to refresh herself.
The Holy Lord didn't know where to pick up a tea set and started brewing.
Gu Xijiu sat there, staring at his movements, fearing that he would add fuel to her The Holy Master's movements in making tea were actually very smooth, and he was no better than those tea ceremony masters.
After the tea was brewed, he made her a cup: "Drink."
Gu Xijiu hesitated for a moment.
The smell of this tea was delicate and fragrant.
It smelled very good, but it didn't taste like any tea she had ever drunk.
"Afraid of me poisoning you, why do you think I want to do something to you?"
The Holy Lord misinterpreted her hesitation.
Gu Xijiu shook his head: "The Holy Lord had no reason to poison Xijiu.
Xijiu hesitated because the tea tasted a bit strange."
Hey, why does she feel like this conversation between her and the Holy Lord seems to have been about something similar?
Thanks to her good memory, she quickly remembered that she seemed to have had a similar conversation with Di Fuyi.
It's strange that she is with the Holy Lord.
I don't know why she keeps thinking of Di Fuyi.
By the way, there has been no news about that person since he broke off his engagement with her.
He should still be living as happily and carefree as before.
She was slightly distracted and hesitated while holding the teacup.
The strange saint raised his eyebrows and took a sip himself.
It tasted good.
What's wrong with it?
But judging from her reluctance, she probably doesn't like the taste of the tea.
"If you really don't want to drink, don't force it," the Holy Lord said, his tone no longer very good.
This tea was exactly what he had collected with great difficulty a few days ago.
He originally thought that this tea was delicious and suitable for her xiuiàn gongfǎ, and that she would like it, but he didn't expect that she would like it.
Gu Xijiu finally came to her senses and realized that she had misunderstood the other party, so she hurriedly lowered her head and took a big sip.
The aroma of the tea is mellow, as if it still carries the tender fragrance of the spring breeze blowing through the buds.
Fragrance on teeth and cheeks Real fragrance on teeth and cheeks
So she took another sip, and the cup of tea bottomed out "This tea is delicious," Gu Xijiu praised, almost giving a thumbs up.
She pushed the teacup over and stared at the small teapot in his hand: "Can I have another cup?"
"One cup is a treat, two cups is a cow's drink."
The Holy Lord shook his head, looking at her as if he saw a cow chewing peonies, but he still poured a cup for her: "Drink slowly this time."
Unexpectedly, Shengzun also understood the words in Dream of Red Mansions, which coincided with Miaoyu's words about Baoyu.
Gu Xijiu's heart jumped slightly.
Miaoyu in Dream of Red Mansions liked Baoyu, but she never showed it and hid it deeply.
The Holy Lord doesn't like her too, he just hides it deeply. stop stop Gu Xijiu suddenly felt that it would be quite scary once her thoughts spread out.
If someone accidentally said a word, she could also spread out in such a weird direction: