"Well, if you say no, you don't."
Ji Xuanshen put her on the low stool, watched the girl skillfully put her hands on her knees, looked at him, and her heart was soft.
"This is specially reserved for me?" Ji Xuanshen pointed to the plate of Osmanthus cake on the table, twisted up a piece and looked at her with a smile.
The girl's face was red. She took a quick look at her mouth.
Nodded, pinched his fingers and said, "thank you."
"Hmm? What gift?"
Ji Xuanshen squatted down, looked up at her with a smile and asked clearly.
The man is tall, and his thin waist is outlined in a simple black robe, but he does not appear thin. His strong chest and powerful arms make him feel dangerous and aggressive even if he squats in front of his eyes.
"You know!"
Su Yan's watery eyes were shining. She glanced at him and pursed her lips discontentedly.
"How do I know if you don't say, huh?"
The man deliberately raised his eyebrows, raised his tail and stared at her with a bad smile.
Those deep eyes dyed with ink are like stars at night. They are too bright to look directly at.
The girl was forced to have no way. She couldn't get through the barrier in her heart. She bit her silver teeth and snorted, "I know you sent the medicine..." as she said, she was in a low mood, "thank you."
Now her forehead has recovered and there is no scar left.
That efficacy is obviously better than Su Xue's bottle of Shengji ointment.
No woman doesn't care about her face, especially the little girl in front of her. Last time, I even thought of beheading. I didn't think of losing my life, but that I was too ugly after death.
If you really leave a scar on your face, I don't know how sad the little girl should be.
It was because of this thought that Ji Xuanshen couldn't help but ask Sheng Mingguang to find this bottle of beauty holy product offered by foreign countries from the warehouse and send it to others.
It's even embarrassing not to let anyone find out.
I don't know how many concubines there are in the back palace. Ji Xuanshen didn't let go of all kinds of ideas. There was only one bottle a year. Ji Xuanshen specially sent it to Su Yan.
"Thanks? Do you know how precious the snow face paste is? Just a plate of Osmanthus cake wants to send me off?" Ji Xuanshen stared at her and asked with a smile.
"What do you want?"
The girl put her fingers on her knees more tightly. She pursed her small mouth and stared at him. Her eyes were wavy, with an anger that she didn't even notice.
"I have nothing else to repay you..."
"No, you have -"
The lip flap was suddenly held by a slender finger, and the man laughed. He twisted the sweet scented osmanthus cake and sent it to the mouth. The sweet and greasy taste was still hard and not fresh, which bloomed in the mouth of Ji Xuanshen.
"This is the most delicious osmanthus cake I've ever eaten."
The man licked the fragmentary osmanthus cake at the corner of his lips, and suddenly raised his head up in a squatting position.
The cool thin lips overlie the girl's soft and hot red lips.
Boom——
The girl's mind was blank, her eyelashes trembled quickly, and her clear black eyes were full of dull and ignorant.
Ji Xuanshen's black eyes were dark. He suddenly raised his hand and covered her eyes with a generous palm.
It didn't last long.
The girl stared at him with big eyes and pushed him away. Ji Xuanshen stood up and smiled frivolously.
The tip of the tongue touched the lower cheek meat and said in a dumb voice, "it's really sweet."
Before the words fell, a cup came face-to-face.
"Get out of here!"