Chapter 1117 (1/2)

”Crackle -”

Suddenly Yan fan loosened his hand, and the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

She saw the young man lazily passing his eyes and stretched out his slender white hand. He hooked his fingers, ”Qingqing, come here.”

Shen Wanqing was slightly stunned and didn't understand the current situation of young people.

Is this... Drunk or not?

It seems to be able to detect the girl's concerns. Yan fan smiled carelessly, and the cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows was bright and strange.

”Don't worry, benefactor. I'm not drunk.”

Shen Wanqing picks up his eyebrows. He's starting to give almsgiver. Aren't you drunk?

She went over and was about to reach out and hold Yan fan's arm. She said, ”fan fan, you're drunk. Let's go in and have a rest.”

But before her hand touched Yan fan, the young man had put his hand around her waist. The slender palm against her back waist pushed the girl in front of her without leaving any room.

The eaves outside the corridor were still dripping with drops of water. The light rain was very mild, but it became more and more ambiguous.

Yan fan stroked her cheek with his fingertips, ”I regret... I regret pushing you out. After you left, I was thinking, what if your highness doesn't want me when you come back? If your highness doesn't want me, I'll probably be crazy...”

”Your Highness... How is the queen?”

”Is she better or monk better?”

The beautiful monk rubbed her ears and temples, and the sound line was tender and tender, just like an intoxicating knife.

He was very close to her, the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and there was only a very slight distance between the lips.

Clearly close at hand, but can not touch.

It's like a claw silently stirring your heart.