Seeing that he didn't believe it, Qin Yan immediately raised three fingers and swore: "Really, I will promise you!"
The fragrance of roses lingered on the tip of Pei Xuran's nose. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the woman close at hand with dark eyes.
Her skin is white and tender, her fox eyes are so bright that they are unbridled, their eyes are sparkling and full of expectation, and there is a thin layer of crimson on her cheeks, like a touching ancient painting.
The breeze blew across her face, messing up her black hair on her forehead, which inexplicably made the person in the painting more vivid.
Pei Xuran's eyes darkened, and he reached out to brush her hair, "Do you agree to anything?"
"Um."
His eyes were burning and he said in a low voice: "Then kiss me."
Then kiss me...
His seductive voice was like a feather brushing against the eardrums, making Qin Yan's heart soften.
Although she didn't mention getting back together, she felt it would be soon.
He shouldn't be able to bear it for so long.
No matter how cold the ice is, it will melt faster when it encounters her.
Just when Qin Yan came close to his face and was about to kiss him, Pei Xuran suddenly said softly: "I was just joking."
The thing about flying a kite is that the string can't be pulled too tight, but it can't be too loose either.
The two kept being ambiguous, but they couldn't tell who was the kite and who was the kite flyer.
Even if we are separated, our heart is extremely moved.
Qin Yan pretended not to hear and kissed him on his sexy thin lips.
The lips are in close contact, and the warm touch on the lips is like an electric current flowing through the limbs, arousing rippling emotions in the heart.
Gentle, caring and beautiful.
Qin Yan tightened her grip on the collar of his shirt, almost wrinkling it.
The tingling hormones enveloped her, spreading from her lips to every nerve.
Pei Xuran seemed to be stunned. He did not push her away, but allowed her to take what she wanted with indulgence and doting.
So good.
She licked her red lips lightly and smiled triumphantly: "Look, I will do what I say, and I will definitely promise you."
Qin Yan's fingertips slowly searched down, moved to his heart, and guided her step by step:
"Brother Xuran, what else do you want?"
It’s time to mention it this time.
But she didn't expect that the emotionally humble and sensitive Pei Xuran was also waiting for her.
Pei Xuran's face was sullen, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
The long-term lack of sleep caused his brain to be in a trance. He felt so tired that he was almost going insane.
He sighed, held her hand and said, "I want to drink."
…
Qin Yan changed into a dark purple dress midway, her hair was pulled up with a hairpin, and she paired it with a pair of crystal high heels.
The deep V neckline also slightly exposes the snow-white chest, adding a touch of nobility and elegance, like a cluster of dark wisteria flowers.
She sat down gracefully: "You asked me to come to your house just to drink?"
As the night got darker, Pei Xuran picked up the wine bottle with his well-joined fingertips and skillfully poured wine into the goblet: "What, you don't want to come?"
This is his private residence, except for him, there are only servants and bodyguards.
Qin Yan took the wine glass and shook it gently, her raised calves even scratched his trousers:
"Of course I've thought about it, but with the amount of wine you pour in this glass, are you afraid that I will attack you drunkenly?"
When Pei Xuran is drunk, he will pester him for sweets like a child, and he will also beg for a hug in an aggrieved and pitiful manner.
Cute and easy to tease.
If Pei Xuran knew her inner thoughts, he would not pretend to be drunk even if he beat himself to death.
He finished his drink and thought for a moment: "Then I want to see how you commit the crime."
It’s really not certain who committed the murder.
Only when he drinks does the feeling of being slightly tipsy make his restlessness dissipate a little;
Only when he is "drunk" can he do whatever he wants to do.
Such as this time.
His face was slightly red from drinking, and his eyes were slightly blurred.
Qin Yan probed in a warm voice: "Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk!" Pei Xuran put his head on one hand and snorted coldly.
"..."
Seeing him like this, Qin Yan knew that he was a child again, so she coaxed him: "Okay, okay, you are not drunk, I am."
She poured him two or three more drinks, and after confirming that he was drunk, she secretly turned on the recording under the table, speaking like a kindergarten teacher:
"Kid Pei Xuran, whatever you want tonight, I will satisfy you, okay?"
"Okay, Teacher Qin." Pei Xuran agreed obediently, with a look of harmlessness on his face.
Teacher Qin?
Qin Yan felt a warmth surge all over her body, and she felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt in her heart.
"Then... little Pei Xuran, what do you want now?"
She looked forward to it.
Should I mention it?
Pei Xuran thought for a moment and said, "I want to swing."
The smile on Qin Yan's lips gradually solidified.
You must have a concussion...
"Kid Pei Xuran, there is no swing here." She shook her wine glass.
Pei Xuran lowered his head and said softly: "Yes, in the back garden..."
Is there really one?
"What a childish ghost." Qin Yan murmured, but her red lips couldn't help but curl up.
Who would have thought that on the surface he is well-dressed, but secretly he likes to swing.
But she also likes it.
The back garden of the private villa was actually a small hill. Qin Yan's hand was held by Pei Xuran and she walked along the cobblestone path.
Suddenly, Qin Yan stopped and froze on the spot, the gorgeous scenery reflected in her pupils.
I saw roses blooming all over the mountains and plains, and the strong and fragrant fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose.
The yellow and pink roses are elegant and fresh, while the red and orange roses are warm and delicate... The mountains and fields are filled with purple and red, creating a beautiful and moving picture.
"This is...the rose garden?"
Qin Yan's eyes were dyed with a layer of gorgeous colors, shining like stars in the sky.
Really beautiful.
"Well, I'll take you to play on the swing." Pei Xuran pulled her and strolled to the center of the garden like a arrogant little princess.
The black swing chair is surrounded by flowers, and the cushions are covered with a soft blanket, like something that can only appear in a fairy tale world.
Qin Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly as memories from many years ago came to mind.
——"Brother Xuran, I had a dream last night. I dreamed of a garden full of roses, and I was sitting on a swing, swinging under the moonlight..."
Childhood dreams and grown-up reality overlap with each other, creating a brilliant spark in the mind.
Her breathing was slightly stagnant, and before she could react, the man grabbed her waist and pressed her whole body tightly into his arms.
Pei Xuran retreated steadily and sat on the swing, pulling her into his arms, his eyes dark and deep:
"Let's hang out together."
