The three girls laughed sweetly, and naturally understood what Zhong Qingye meant. Zhong Qingye didn't bother to explain too much, and urged the three nosy guys to leave the room, closed the door, and let out a heavy breath.【】
"Come in, there's no one in the house." She said without looking back as she fastened the latch on the door.
There was a slight squeaking sound coming from the door, and the friction of clothes made a rustling sound. Zhong Qingye turned around and saw Feng Jin turning around and closing the door.
For a moment, she was a little dazed.
Feng Jin and Qi Mo can be said to be two completely different people. Qi Mo looks cold and decisive, but it is not difficult to tell Zhong Qingye that he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. But Feng Jin is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
Jin……
This man was always polite to everyone, modest and gentle. If it weren't for the light that occasionally flashed in his eyes, Zhong Qingye would almost have thought that he was really fighting against the world.
Qi Mo often wore black robes and made no secret of his coldness, while Feng Jin liked crescent-colored robes. Just like the lightness of the moonlight, it made his already delicate figure even more erect, with a bright complexion and a bright appearance.
Exquisite, with the leisurely elegance of an immortal on the moon all over her body.
If such a person appeared in a modern TV series or an ancient ink painting, Zhong Qingye would not think there was anything wrong, but when such a person stood in front of him, it would easily make people feel unreal, as if
When a piece of moonlight falls, he will disappear like the moonlight, unable to be touched or grasped.
Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes dark.
Feng Jin happened to turn around, and his fair neck was exposed. It was illuminated by the warm candlelight, and was as delicate as beautiful porcelain. Seeing Zhong Qingye staring at him without saying a word, the man smiled slightly, and his narrow red phoenix eyes were shining brightly:
"What's wrong?"
Zhong Qingye turned around suddenly, reached out to cover up his slightly disheveled hair, walked to the table and sat down: "Nothing, just sit down."
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint luster flowing on his skin. A thousand kinds of colored glazes flashed in his eyes. After a pause, he came over and sat down opposite Zhong Qingye.
"Can you pour me a cup of tea?" he said.
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to pour him a cup of tea, but without raising his head, said calmly: "You met me in this way, you didn't just want to drink tea."
The teapot is filled with fine ginseng, paired with ginseng tea brewed from snow lotus flowers in the polar regions. It is boiled over high heat for an hour and a half, and then switched to low heat to simmer. The process of making a cup of tea is complicated and tedious, but it has a very good effect.
Warming effect.
Qi Mo specially sent the ingredients, and she drank several cups of them every day these days, feeling warm and comfortable all over her body.
The tea was still warm, and the plain white water flowed down from the glazed teapot and poured into the translucent cup. There was a faint hot air curling around, shaped like ethereal butterfly wings.
Feng Jin smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take the tea cup, and took a sip. He felt the warmth in his mouth and the warmth in his belly, which was extremely comfortable. He sighed meaningfully: "It's been a long time since I drank tea like this with you. It's really good tea."
Zhong Qingye was pouring tea for himself. He pointed his finger when he heard this, and then continued as usual.
Feng Jin raised the corners of his lips mockingly and drank the tea cup in one gulp.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Zhong Qingye lowered his eyes and stared at the tea in the glass cup without moving. His expression was neither surprised nor happy, motionless, calm and peaceful.
"A Qing..." Feng Jin frowned slightly, as if she was not used to this appearance, so she called out, but for some reason she swallowed the rest of her words, sighed lightly, and then said slowly:
"Aren't you curious what I've been doing these days?"
"Everyone has his own freedom." Zhong Qingye held the warm cup, his slender fingers so white that they were almost transparent: "I am not yours, and I have no right to ask about these..."
"I'm looking for medicine that can help you restore your memory." Feng Jin suddenly interrupted her.
Zhong Qingye stiffened and raised his head.
Just as his eyes met Feng Jin's, Zhong Qingye saw that the man's eyes were dark and faint, like an undercurrent on the bottom of the sea, with something slowly flowing under the calm shell.
Zhong Qingye opened his eyes and lowered his head to drink tea: "So, is there anything to gain?"
"Not yet."
Zhong Qingye's heart eased slightly, although she knew in her heart that no medicine would have any effect on her. She was not the original Zhong Qingye at all, so how could she recover her memory? No matter how hard Feng Jin tried, it was all in vain.
This man seemed to have a close relationship with the former Zhong Qingye. Out of instinct, Zhong Qingye did not want to hurt him.
"I will continue to search until I find it." Feng Jin said lightly: "Aqing, do you still remember what I told you before?"
Before Zhong Qingye could answer, he laughed sarcastically: "I forgot again, you don't remember anything anymore."
Zhong Qingye did not comment, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
"Ah Qing, I don't know what's wrong with you." Feng Jin stood up and walked behind her: "But you now make me feel like I'm about to lose you."
Zhong Qingye's body stiffened, and she held her arms around her back. Feng Jin hugged her tightly from behind, as if she wanted to be integrated into one body: "You said this is just a deal, but Ah Qing, I
I have never felt so uneasy."
The man gently rubbed her neck with his chin, and the fabric of the clothes unintentionally tore apart, revealing a few purple-red marks.
Feng Jin's pupils dilated and his whole movements became stiff for a moment.
Zhong Qingye didn't notice anything was wrong with him. He paused and then said slowly: "Or have you never owned one?"
Without possession, how can there be loss?
Feng Jin's gentle breathing sounded as soft as the wind in her ears. Zhong Qingye thought it was his words that had hit him. Unexpectedly, the man reached out and grabbed her skirt and gently pulled it down.
The robe that was not fastened instantly slipped down, revealing most of her shoulders. The dense hickeys were like small purple flowers, covering the entire fair skin.
Zhong Qingye was shocked, and instinctively stood up and drove him away. He grabbed the fabric of his clothes that had slipped and stepped back, watching him warily.
Feng Jin didn't move, or in other words, he couldn't move anymore.
He also maintained the posture of tearing apart Zhong Qingye's clothes, like a stiff stone sculpture, maintaining that awkward movement as if he would last forever.
His long hair fell down, and he looked like a bean under the lamp. A dense shadow covered his entire face, his facial features were hidden, and no expression could be seen.
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