Kuai Chuan's paranoid villain pinches her peach blossom again

Chapter 10 The Imperial City Woman's Dream Lover (9)

"This teacup hasn't been cleared yet..." Di Qinghan looked at Jun Luo lightly, but a smile flashed in his eyes, the originally cold facial lines always softened a bit after meeting Jun Luo.

Hearing this, Jun Luo felt even more strange, why did this man feel like he was deliberately trying to provoke her.

Glancing at him with a frown, Jun Luo said indifferently, "So what?"

so what?
She doesn't care about it at all.

Then if it was a teacup used by someone else, would she just use it so carelessly?
His eyes darkened slightly, he looked sideways at her, his voice was a bit cool, "You really don't care?"

Jun Luo was speechless.

When she is stupid?
Had the teacup been cleared, couldn't she tell?

Don't you find it boring to struggle with this issue all the time?
Putting down the teacup a little annoyed, she waved her hand and said, "Don't talk about it, let's eat quickly."

Seeing that she obviously didn't want to continue chatting on this topic, Di Qinghan held back his breath, and pursed his thin lips into a cold straight line.

After a pause, he was still afraid that she would be hungry, so he waved his hand and called the maid to serve the meal.

The maid came over gracefully carrying the plate, and deliberately got a little closer to Jun Luo when she put the plate on.

With a pungent scent lingering at the tip of her nose, Jun Luo couldn't help but leaned back, but she didn't show half of it on her face, and even smiled at the maid, with a smile in her beautiful light brown eyes.

The feeling of recruiting peach blossoms seems to be not bad?

Di Qinghan naturally saw the actions of Jun Luo and the maid, his eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "Go down, there is no need to come again."

The maid shook her body, looked at Jun Luo pitifully with tears in her eyes, raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose lightly, and after she had done enough, she twisted her body and walked out of the palace gate.

Seeing that Emperor Qinghan's complexion was not very good, Jun Luo thought that he was sullen because he felt that the maids in his palace had humiliated him.

With a chuckle, Jun Luo's brows and eyes stretched, and his mood improved a little for no reason. He picked up the neatly placed white jade chopsticks and asked, "These chopsticks must have been cleaned, right?"

Di Qinghan raised his eyes to look at Jun Luo with a smile on his face, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

She was very happy that the maid seduced her like that? !

"Why, could it be that it hasn't been cleaned up?" Jun Luo raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of evil, there was a bit of playfulness between his eyebrows and eyes, and there was a loose smile on the corner of his lips, it seemed that he was really in a good mood.

She was really happy to make Di Qinghan feel ashamed.

Who made him tease her like that before!

After realizing her childish psychology, Jun Luo was startled.

Why does my mood change so easily when I get along with Di Qinghan? It is clear that I am not a mood-changing person.

With her brows furrowed, she suppressed the emotions in her heart and waited for Di Qinghan's answer.

"The chopsticks have been cleaned up. As an honored guest of Qi Yueguo, how can I treat you badly, and invite you to eat quickly." Di Qinghan lowered his eyes, his thick and curly eyelashes covered the gloom in his eyes, The hostility was also well put away by him.

She doesn't need to know everything about him.

Jun Luo collected his thoughts, and when he saw the delicious-looking food on the table, all his previous thoughts were forgotten.

Only when you are full can you think about things!

But after he was full, Jun Luo leaned lazily on the sandalwood table, slightly squinting his light brown eyes, as lazy as a cat.

Di Qinghan knew that she was sleepy.

"Is your guest sleepy?" Di Qinghan picked up the handkerchief, lightly squeezed Jun Luo's slender and fair hand that was placed on the sandalwood table, and slowly wiped it off.

Jun Luo didn't react for a while, and let Di Qinghan wipe it, and when he recovered, he was about to withdraw his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Di Qinghan raised his eyes and glanced lightly at Jun Luo's white jade-like face, and pinched her restless hand, preventing Jun Luo from retracting it.

"Since you are an honored guest, why can't I wipe your hands for you?"

(End of this chapter)