Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

"Shen Si."

A familiar voice sounded.

There was a flash of grievance in Shen Si's eyes, but he didn't show it.

"Sir." He bowed.

Shen Jinan, who was standing aside with his arms folded across his chest, clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"How did you become so... filial, no, bah, respectful."

Shen Jinan narrowed his eyes and spoke innocently.

But the moment he saw both of their eyes were on him, he stopped again.

But I still feel a little unwilling.

Finally, he struggled and said, "Okay, I'll say less."

Shen Si slowly moved towards Yun Qingyan, his eyes full of hesitation.

"Sir, I have something to tell you."

His meaning was obvious.

Shen Jinan on the side was unhappy.

"Why, dear nephew, what is it that an uncle like me cannot listen to?"

The corners of Shen Jinan's lips curled up slightly, and his tone was teasing.

uncle?

Yun Qingyan blinked for a moment, and waves appeared in his eyes.

Although a little shocked, he quickly accepted it.

"What kind of uncle are you to me?"

Shen Si retorted bluntly.

He had no impression of him at all, but he liked to call himself his uncle in front of him.

Take advantage of yourself.

"You forgot that I held you in my arms when you were little."

Shen Jinan raised his eyebrows calmly and casually, and said nonchalantly.

This again, he is so childish.

"Who knows if you are lying to me?"

"Well, if you call me uncle, I will leave and leave this place for you two to talk in private."

Shen Jinan's voice is so magnetic that it feels like you are wrapping it around the tip of your tongue, savoring it repeatedly.

He looked at Shen Si with a half-smile, but with evil intentions in mind.

Shen Si glared at him fiercely.

"gentlemen."

Yun Qingyan just watched them being childish to each other.

She could actually see that the two of them were somewhat similar.

What Shen Jinan said didn't sound like nonsense.

"Shen Jinan, stop teasing him."

"I have explained everything to you. Go back and sort it out."

Yun Qingyan's voice flows slowly like a stream, soothing all the restlessness.

I don't know if it's because they are all members of the Shen family, but he always feels that the way Shen Si looked at him just now was...

----proud.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it, Qingyan is the one who spoke."

Hearing Yun Qingyan's words, Shen Jinan's eyes paused slightly, he withdrew his gaze and sighed.

I'll tease you later.

I do have other things to do today.

The door creaked shut.

Only then did Shen Si raise his eyes again and look at Yun Qingyan.

"What's the matter?" Yun Qingyan's tone did not change at all.

Shen Si smiled, picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the teacup.

His eyes were focused and gentle, as if this was more than just a simple act of pouring tea.

As the fragrance of tea filled the air, Shen Si gently pushed the teacup towards Yun Qingyan, a barely perceptible hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

His eyebrows gradually relaxed and his eyes became gentle and bright, no longer as sharp and cold as before.

The originally tense facial lines gradually relaxed, revealing an atmosphere of tranquility and serenity.

At this moment, he seemed to have let down all his defenses and vigilance.

"Sir, can I watch the moon with you tonight?"

Shen Si seemed to have no memory of that day at all and invited calmly.

Only he himself knew that his heart was beating like a drum.

Yun Qingyan picked up the teacup on the stone table and shook it gently.

Her expression became slightly more restrained, but she still maintained a gentle demeanor.

His eyes became deep and reserved, as if he was thinking about something important.

"There is no need to admire the moon."

No reason, just rejection.

Shen Si's face went blank for a moment.

"Why?" His fingers were trembling and his breathing was disordered.

"Sir, have I done anything that displeases you? I can change it."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

His fingertips touched Yun Qingyan's sleeve, but then he thought of something.

No closer.

But his amber eyes were slowly filled with mist.

He stood there quietly, his eyes slightly red.

Yun Qingyan didn't understand why Shen Si's reaction was so big.

She stood up immediately.

He walked up to Shen Si and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve.

Handed it to Shen Si, "Why are you crying?"

The emotions in Shen Si's heart that had nowhere to vent immediately surged out.

He stretched out his hand and held Yun Qingyan in his arms.

Shen Si slowly relaxed his body, in a posture of complete dependence.

"Sir, you really don't understand." He murmured in a low voice.

do not know?

Don’t understand something?

Perhaps the atmosphere at this moment is too warm.

Shen Si was a little obsessed.

He wanted to vent all his grievances, resentment, and pain.

Yun Qingyan patted Shen Si's back slowly and felt that he was crying harder and harder.

But he just shed tears silently.

He would just hold her tighter.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, and Yun Qingyan could even hear the pounding heartbeat.

It seemed like he was afraid that she would leave.

Shen Si's arms exerted even more force.

After feeling that it was about the same, Yun Qingyan spoke again, "Shen Si, it's done."

Shen Si felt a little ashamed at this time.

"I'm sorry, sir, for soiling your robe."

Looking at the obedient Shen Si at this moment, who could have imagined how much force he had used just now.

It was as if he mustered up all his courage.

His curled eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly said, "Sir, I am attracted to you."

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, as if the whole world had frozen.

The originally noisy cicada chirping sound seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand and came to an abrupt halt.

The gentle breeze also quietly stopped blowing.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, everything was still in place, without any movement.

The whole space is filled with a weird and mysterious atmosphere, which makes people feel at a loss.

Everything seemed to be frozen as if under a spell, motionless.

Only the nervous and anxious heart was still beating slightly.