Su Mu looked down slightly. Yanzhi's eyes were astringent and afraid that they would be seen inappropriate, so he hurriedly grabbed his front and turned his head into his arms, avoiding his sight.

However, he lifted himself up slightly, and Yanzhi faced him as soon as he looked up. His warm breath came to his face, his breathing intertwined, and the feeling of intimacy of the past drowned her.

Yanzhi couldn't bear it for a moment, her heart was so fast that she could feel the temperature from her clothes that was slightly emitted from under her clothes, which made her feel hot. She wanted to leave but couldn't do it, and she felt a little too irritated.

Su Mu reached out and held her. The warm body temperature came from his palm to the back of her hand. Perhaps he felt that it was small and strange, so he held it and started playing with it carefully.

Yanzhi felt like she was electrocuted, and she was breathing in a daze. She couldn't help but look up at him. He noticed that he lowered his eyes slightly, and the meaning in his eyes was unknown.

Yanzhi's heart was suffocated, and her throat tightened slightly. She quickly lowered her head to avoid his eyes and leaned on his chest, watching him holding his own hands to play with it. Her knuckles were slender and powerful, and she held her hands with a little force.

Yanzhi remembered his previous ruthlessness. His hand was the most irregular. Yanzhi was beating in his heart. He moved his arm slightly and wanted to withdraw his hand. However, Su Mu held her hand tightly and refused to let go. Yanzhi was so embarrassed that she felt uncomfortable all over.

Especially with his hands on her slender waist, Kasumi's clothes were already thin, and his body temperature was transmitted to her through the thin clothes, and Rouge couldn't help but warm up.

His clear voice sounded above his head, with a slight scent of scent, as if he was talking to her casually, "Where did you practice martial arts?"

Yanzhi lowered her head slightly, and displeasure flashed in Su Mu's eyes, so he reached out and pinched her chin gently, raised her head, and looked at her slowly and said in a low voice: "I'm asking you."

As he spoke, the clear breath gently sprayed on her face. Yanzhi couldn't react for a moment when she looked at him, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like the fragile wings of a butterfly.

Su Mu's eyes slowly fell from her eyebrows and eyes on her slightly trembling lips, delicate and tender, his eyes were even more meaningful, but he was silent at all.

After a while, Yanzhi couldn't hold back his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I'm thinking about it myself."

A trace of surprise flashed in Su Mu's eyes, and he couldn't help but praise: "You're thinking well, you're very smart."

Yanzhi was slightly stunned when she heard this and looked at him with a good look, but she was used to being tempered by him. A casual praising made her feel so happy.

Su Mu glanced at her, paused slightly, and then turned his eyes away and ignored her.

The sound of singing in the theater was endless, and the shouts of hawking and shouting sounded from time to time on the street, and talked loudly during the meal, and a few of them were talking a lot. Su Mu also continued a few words, and Yanzhi leaned against his chest and listened to his voice. It felt so strange. He had never spoken like this before, either pure and gentle, or low and gentle, and never seemed so clear and unrestrained, which made her feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

As soon as he started speaking during the meal, Yanzhi could listen a little, but he was speechless. The words were so boring that they were talking. Yanzhi leaned against his arms and looked at the stage outside boredly. As he watched it, he lost interest. She had watched this scene a hundred or eighty times, and she could recite the lyrics backwards. How could she continue to watch it now?

He unconsciously noticed Su Mu's habit of drinking shallowly, all of which were a sip of wine and a piece of osmanthus cake. The order was not messy at all. One sip of wine was a sip of wine, and one sip of cake was a sip of cake, and the intervals were almost the same, which made people have to pay attention.

Yanzhi couldn't help but see, and her head couldn't help but follow his hands.

Su Mu smiled and said a few words. As soon as he picked up the wine glass, he realized that the one in his arms moved slightly with his movements. He silently took a sip as usual, slowly put it back to the small table, and moved quietly in his arms.

Su Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at Yanzhi, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and indeed saw her staring at the osmanthus cake in his hand.

It's all the twelfth piece, aren't you tired of it?

Yanzhi looked up slightly and saw him holding the cake and handed it to his lips and took a bite. She couldn't help but take the opportunity to take a closer look at the white teeth in his mouth. She found that it was still very sharp. She subconsciously raised her eyes and glared at Su Mu, but saw him looking at her with joking eyes.

Yanzhi was stunned when she saw this. After a moment, she felt guilty about being caught.

Yanzhi was empty, and Su Mu handed the sweet cake in her hand to her mouth, and it was the same side that had been bitten. Yanzhi raised her eyes and quickly glanced over his thin lips. The water with sake on her lips made her lips look more and more delicious. She felt her face hotter for a moment, and she hurriedly looked at him and shook her head.

Su Mu's eyelashes slowly drooped, and the displeasure inside came out of the long eyelashes, and his face suddenly sank. He pressed the osmanthus cake on her soft and tender lips. The pink lips as delicate as petals were pressed into a bright red color. Su Mu silent for a moment, looked at her lips and asked calmly: "Do you eat it or not?"

Seeing that he was so nervous, Yanzhi suddenly opened her mouth and obediently took his hand, biting a bite of the osmanthus cake. When she looked up at him, her expression had not changed, she then bit the sweet cake in his hand and ate it.

Su Mu's expression then calmed down a little, but his hand was still placed beside her mouth. Yanzhi looked at his empty hand, and there were only some sweet cakes on his fair and slender fingers. Yanzhi was confused for a moment and looked at him with a puzzled look.

But he looked at her with his head down, his eyelashes slowly revealed, and it became a unique style in his eyebrows and eyes. He hugged her and said three words casually, "Listen clean."

Yanzhi felt suffocated when she heard this, her mind was noisy, and her soft face suddenly became stained with thin powder. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head. How could she do so many people around her?

Yanzhi hurriedly pulled his sleeves and stretched out her thin white fingers to hold his hand, "Young master, can you clean it, please?"

Su Mu raised his hand slightly with his eyebrows and eyes, avoiding her thin white little fingers, and only looked at her without saying a word. He understood the meaning very clearly. Yanzhi felt very wronged when he looked at him, but Mr. Su thought he hadn't seen it.

Yanzhi felt a little frustrated. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and held his body slightly blocked the view behind him. He reached out and held his wrist, opened his lips and held his fingers, quickly licked his fingers one by one, and finally buried his head in his chest. He felt that his whole body was burning and he didn't want to see him at all.

Yanzhi was too fast, and Su Mu only saw her lips pressing on her, her fingertips were wrapped by the warm inner wall of her lips, soft and tender. The tip of her tongue gently swept across his fingertips and closed at once, which made people feel itchy.

Su Mu looked at Yanzhi with his eyes lowered his eyes, and his hands placed on her waist tightened her tighter.

Yanzhi felt that his hand on his waist was slightly hot, and she felt panicked, so she moved slightly, looked up at him, and complained softly with a bitter face: "Don't use so much force..."

But after saying this, Su Mu did not slow down his strength. His breathing slightly heavier and hugged her harder. Yanzhi frowned slightly, and she felt that she was not breathing.

But she didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of provoking him and doing something that would embarrass her even more, so she could only slowly soften her body and lean on him, behaved and sensible and silent.

After a while, Su Mu changed his anger several times before slowly slowing down his strength, and then ignored her again.

Yanzhi was so scared that she hid in his arms that she didn't even dare to move. Based on her understanding of him, although he was calm now, it was definitely dangerous. You must be careful and not be slackened.

After half a round of wine, Yanzhi felt that Su Mu had already hugged her like a soft pillow, and she no longer felt unsafe, so she dared to relax slowly.

After relaxing, the exhaustion of not sleeping for two nights suddenly came over and over, causing her eyelids to fight up and down.

Maybe he was waiting for Su Mu, but he didn't do anything to her, or maybe he was too comfortable to nest in his arms and the clear and clean breath was too familiar, so Yanzhi couldn't help but relax and leaned against Su Mu's chest, feeling that his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and his eyelashes drooped, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and fell asleep.

Yanzhi subconsciously felt that it didn't matter, but she forgot that he was not Xie Qingfang, but Su Mu. When he was Xie Qingfang, he would naturally not blame him, but now it was different.

Another play was changed on the stage, and someone noticed it during the meal. He couldn't help but look at Yanzhi and joked: "This actor is so handsome. It's fine if he doesn't serve others, but he's still asleep on his own?"

When Su Mu heard this, he looked down at his arms and fell asleep. He narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to pinch Yanzhi's chin, lifted her head up. His whole body was soft, his slender eyelashes were slightly drooping, casting a shadow under his eyes. He opened his eyes slightly, looking like he was half awake.

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