Xie Yu came in with a big soup cup. The soup cup was tied with a rope and was emitting a faint aroma.

He was dressed in red with a round collar. Beautiful cloud patterns were embroidered on his sleeves with dark purple thread. A black belt was wrapped around his waist. On the belt was a small Lavender Jade, which was in the shape of water drops, just like the one he gave him that day.

Shen Ying sat there and watched him step by step. Suddenly, he felt as if he had passed away.

Xie Yu stood in front of him and made an informal ceremony. Then he put the soup cup in front of Shen Ying and sat down beside him, "reading?"

The fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the color of snow came to Xie Yu's face. His hair was covered with ink, his eyes were lifted, and his eyebrows were dyed golden by the light yellow candle fire.

His scarlet lips slightly hook, handsome eyebrows black eyes, there are heaven and man's posture.

[Ding - Shen Ying's liking degree + 5, current total liking degree: 7.]

Xie Yu gently raises his eyebrows and is more presumptuous. He directly reaches for the book in Shen Ying's hand, which is a book on the art of war.

He said with a smile, "this book is very good. You can read it several times."

Shen Ying lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the huge soup cup years ago. He asked quietly, "what's this?"

"Tiger soup." Xie Yu began to untie the rope on the soup cup. There was a hint of banter and ambiguity in his clean and clear voice. "You have peeled the skin yourself, and I don't want to fail my good intentions."

"If it's not good to drink soup alone, I'll bring it."

While talking, the rope on the soup cup had been thrown away by him.

Xie Yu lifted the lid, bowed his head and sniffed, and called out with a smile, "dark one, go and get the chopsticks."

"Yes." Dark a low head, down.

Shen Ying looked down at the big cup of soup. He couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He killed the tiger on the spur of the moment. He also wanted to refute his face and tell himself that he was the tiger to him.

All he wants is tiger skin, not tiger.

He can rely on him now, but this is not what he wants.

What he wanted was to take away his tiger skin and become the tiger himself.

The bowl and chopsticks were sent up quickly. Xie Yu took a look. "Why don't you use the pair I sent? It's wooden. It's not hot or cold to hold."

Shen Ying doesn't remember that he sent such things.

He didn't take a close look at what he sent.

"There are too many things. I can't remember such things," Shen Ying lowered his eyes, and his tone was cold, as if there was a trace of inconspicuous irony. "Mr. Xie remembers clearly."

It is said that there are many men in his family.

One by one, he remembered.

"I picked them up one by one, and I certainly remember them clearly." Xie Yu Sheng bowl of soup to him, because hot, also did not directly handed to his hand, but directly put in front of him, "blow in drink, hot."

Shen Ying didn't want to drink at all, but Xie Yu drank several bowls himself.

"Are you going to stay here today?" Shen Ying looked at his movements and asked in a low voice.

He doesn't want him to stay here, but it's a deal between them. He will stay here sooner or later.

That's what he wants.

Xie Yu had almost drunk. He lowered his head, took Yunqiu's handkerchief, wiped his mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at Yunqiu.

Cloud autumn face unchanged, straight down.

When she went down, Xie Yu looked at him with his chin in his hands. He seemed to smile, "do you want me to stay?"