Heroine: I’m really not a green tea man

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Time flies by like a flash, and April is here in a blink of an eye.

this day.

"Sir, Master Sikong is here."

The gentle voice of a waiter came from the door.

"I understand. Ask her to wait, I'll be there in a moment..."

A man's voice came from the room. The man's voice was as clear as spring water, and his voice was unhurried and unhurried.

"Yes, the slave will leave."

The servant also knew what kind of temper his master was, and after reporting it, he went back to the housekeeper.

The decoration in the palace is very elegant, and you can tell the personality of the owner from the decoration.

There is a small hot spring pool behind the screen. At this time, the hot spring water mist is steaming, lingering, and the water ripples like a fairyland on earth.

A breeze blew by, lifting the curtain, and ripples appeared on the hot spring water, like pieces of white lotus blooming.

The breeze stirred the curtains slightly, revealing the man bathing in the hot spring pool.

I saw this person wearing gauze clothes, with a fair complexion, black hair hanging down his shoulders, and a faint laziness between his brows and eyes.

This is the most relaxed moment for He Yi, where he seems to have taken off his disguise.

The mirror of the hot spring reflected He Yi's expression at this time, as if a water lily had just awakened, but with an unconcealable temptation, and his ebony red lips seemed to be waiting for someone to pick them.

The long hair that had just been bathed was still dripping with water drops, and the drops flowed down the neck and into the chest.

He Yi stretched his arm from the edge of the hot spring pool and picked up the white towel next to him to wipe his long hair. His movements were elegant and slow.

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Sikong Huayu had been waiting for a long time, and the tea was changed over and over again, but she still sat and waited patiently.

At this time, He Yicai arrived late. Today, he was wearing a lavender robe, covered with a layer of tulle. His black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, revealing his graceful profile.

"Oh~ Protector Sikong, I am really lucky to have you here." He Yi said with a smile.

Although he said polite words, there was actually a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing these words, Sikong Huayu just glanced at him lightly, and then said: "Young Master Jun Lian, you are really good at joking."

He Yi raised the corners of his lips: "Then Protector Sikong made this trip in person, there must be something important, right?"

Sikong Huayu picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "The leader ordered you to return to Shizhu Forest immediately."

Hearing this, He Yi was slightly startled.

Since the Chen Ze incident, when He Yi came to see him in grief, Luo Yan came to see him and told him to have a good rest. He has never seen Luo Yan again.

I still haven't received a reply to the letter I wrote to Luo Yan.

If it weren't for the occasional reminders about the value of green tea provided by Luo Yan in Xiaocha's place, he would have been so happy that he would have forgotten that there was such a person.

However, even if he really had almost forgotten it, He Yi still pretended to be Sikong Huayu to hear Luo Yan's instructions, and couldn't help but get excited.

"Big sister's oral instructions?"

A glimmer of light flashed in He Yi's eyes, but then dimmed when he thought of something, and his mood became extremely complicated.

He still remembered what his eldest sister said to him after he experienced the Chen Ze incident. If he couldn't let go, he would never be able to be her soft knife.

That's right...

He Yi has not given up until now. Although he has put on a hypocritical face, he still hates Sikong Huayu.

He couldn't help but laugh at Sikong Huayu, but Sikong Huayu somehow lost her previous indifference towards him.

Even Sikong Huayu herself didn't notice the change in Sikong Huayu's attitude towards He Yi. Somehow she felt that the man in front of her had changed.