The sound and breathing of the man near his ears made Rong Qingqing's heart tremble.

Fortunately, Xie Jingrun quickly turned around and walked away, saying nothing, which made people's heart beat faster.

Rong Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After calming down her disordered heartbeat, she turned around and saw that he had sat down on the soft couch again. She had no intention of going back. She frowned with entanglement.

"You..." As soon as she spoke, she said the word "you", she was interrupted by him, "Help me make a cup of tea."

After saying that, seeing her still standing there, he said, "Rong Qingqing, is this your way of hospitality?"

Rong Qingqing's lips twitched, and she raised her eyebrows and reminded: "The guests are all walking through the main entrance, not climbing into the window." Every time this guy climbs into the window, he still feels embarrassed to say that he is a guest, which guest is like him?

Xie Jingrun was relieved, and he was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, "In return, you should make a cup of tea for me."

Rong Qingqing frowned, "What have you helped me?"

"How did your hair dry?" Xie Jingrun raised his eyebrows.

Rong Qingqing glanced at her long hair hanging on her chest and finally raised her foot to help him make tea.

After a while, she made the tea and brought it directly to his hand. He looked at the tea in the cup and frowned, "Why is it osmanthus tea?"

Rong Qingqing said angrily: "What kind of tea should I drink at night? Do you don't want to sleep anymore?"

When Xie Jingrun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, looked down at the osmanthus petals floating in the cup, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up happily.

Although this girl was reluctant to make tea for him, she was worried that he would not be able to sleep after drinking tea at night, so she replaced him with osmanthus tea.

This perception seemed to dispel the coldness around him, and he felt a little warm.

Xie Jingrun picked up the cup and took a sip.

The flower tea that I used to drink was suddenly mellow and delicious.

He glanced at Rong Qingqing in a vague way. This girl was repulsive to herself on the surface, but actually cared about him in her heart.

Rong Qingqing sensitively noticed his changes and looked at him in surprise.

Seeing him lowering his head and drinking tea slowly, he suddenly became a little strange.

Is osmanthus tea that delicious?

What kind of expression of enjoyment he does?

She was suspicious, but when she saw the book he was resting on her legs, a hint of annoyance flashed across her face.

That was the book Yanran brought. Thinking of her always reading some inappropriate books, she immediately looked at Xie Jingrun nervously.

He probably didn't see anything, right?

She thought uncertainly, and suddenly stretched out her hand to put away the book.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached out her hand, Xie Jingrun noticed her intention and turned her body sideways.

His original intention was that he didn't want her to take the book, but he suddenly turned his body and her hand didn't get the book, but fell into a place where he shouldn't have touched it.

Before she could react, she heard a muffled groan overflowing from the man's throat.

She was shocked and realized where her hand was touching, her face quickly turned into a pig's liver color, and she hurriedly wanted to withdraw her hand. However, in a hurry, her knee hit the edge of the soft couch, and then, her body unsteadily rushed into his arms.

With the sound of the teacup falling to the ground, she didn't know whether Xie Jingrun was intentional or unintentional, so she easily threw him onto the soft couch.
Chapter completed!