Heartburn

"I'm okay, thanks a lot." After swallowing the bitterness in my throat, I slowly sat up, and whispered thanks to the people around me.

For a long time, I didn't hear a reply, but I felt that the breathing in my ear had inexplicably increased, and the other party seemed a little...excited?

I looked up suspiciously, and couldn't help being stunned. Isn't this man wearing a cap, the young man of the Fu family whom I just discussed with Shen Youlan?

Being so close, I can even see his true face through that thin veil—I have to say, this is a very beautiful man.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender. It is just because of biological instinctive appreciation of beautiful things. It makes people unable to help but take a few more glances.

However, meeting his eyes gave me a sudden return to my senses--how can I feel that the look he looked at me was quite unusual?

Avoiding his eyes, I turned my head and looked forward; Jiang Zhuo was standing on the other side, holding his arm, looking at me silently, his expression was cold, but emotions that taught me incomprehensible were brewing in his eyes.

I also looked at her steadily, a bit of grievance emerged in my heart, and I don't know where the temper came from. Knowing that she was waiting for me to pass, I just blocked my neck and didn't want to move, as if to compete with her.

Unexpectedly, she, who has always been calm and indifferent, did not immediately turn and leave; her slender eyebrows were gently puckered, her thin lips pressed tightly, and she looked at me quietly, as if tacitly compared with me. stubborn.

It's rare to see her persevering and self-willed, and she taught me the gloomy and bitter feelings of depression, and subconsciously bends the corners of her lips.

At this time, I also clearly saw that her faint eyes flickered, and the corners of her straight lips seemed to soften.

"This young lady, is the author of that poem?" Unfortunately, Jiang Zhuo and I looked at each other for only a few breaths, and then taught Master Fu to interrupt.

"Uh, uh..." Why does he still remember this? I didn't admit it, and I didn't deny it, so I fumbled and just wanted to find a reason to get out as soon as possible, so that I could ask why Jiang Zhuo left suddenly.

But this Young Master Fu seemed to be determined to confront me. Hearing the words, I was even more reluctant to let go. He kept asking the long and short questions, and didn’t know why—it’s not that Dawu men followed suit. Are you reserved in a virtuous way?

I kept thinking about asking for an explanation with Jiang Zhuo. I was impatient to deal with him, and no longer cared about face etiquette. I forcefully broke away his hand, pulled a little distance away, and asked bluntly: "This young man, You and I have never been acquainted with each other, so what kind of style is this pulling and pulling? If there is nothing wrong, I will leave first."

He saw that I was determined, so he didn't do it anymore. He straightened his clothes and replied with a stern face: "My surname is Fu, from Guanlan Fu's family. My mother is the current emperor and teacher. I heard that the talent of the young lady is deliberately recommended. I don't know what the young lady would like. ?"

——So, you have taken a fancy to my talent, and plan to recommend me to Fu Yunchong? Or is it the person behind Fu Yunchong?

Carrying out the name of the emperor teacher, do you think I will rush to submit?

It's a pity that I am not one of those scholars who expect to reach the sky with poetry.

Knowing how many catties and taels I have, I can even foresee how she would react if I were really brought to Kuang Xiqing... Thinking about it this way, I can't help but secretly laugh.

"I don't think... not so good." Shaking my head, I simply refused the invitation from Master Fu. I had no intention of stunned with Jiang Zhuo any more, and I was about to leave.

Might as well, Master Fu grabbed my sleeve and looked a little reluctant: "Miss, please stay!"

"Young Master Fu, I am very grateful for your appreciation, but please understand that I have little knowledge and my ambitions are not in the temple, so I am afraid that your kindness will be disappointed." I arched my hand with him, and I slowly withdrew myself. 'S sleeves, barely kept polite and explained to him kindly.

"It's not the way to find a good man, Fu Gongzi, please respect yourself." Jiang Zhuo, who had been waiting in front of him nonchalantly when the stalemate was at a stalemate, finally couldn't help but walked over to help me out. The mood fluttered suddenly-despite her words, for the young man who had not yet come out of the cabinet, she was a bit ruthless.

"...I'm rude." I saw his fingers tremble suddenly, and those eyes hidden behind the yarn gave Jiang Zhuo a cold glance, and then looked at me.

——How could I refute Jiang Zhuo?

Seeing him, he just smiled apologetically and acquiesced to Jiang Zhuo's rhetoric.

After a short while, he lightly nodded and took a step back-there was embarrassment, anger, and a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, my sympathy became even more impressive. Before I could say anything, Jiang Zhuo grabbed the palm of my hand and dragged it away.

The force from where the palms overlapped was so painful, but I couldn't help but cocked the corners of my mouth-does she care about me too?

Can her performance be regarded as eating?

I calmly told myself not to think about it, but at the same time I started to guess. My heart suddenly became nervous, sweet, shy, and depressed, and I didn't pay attention to other things at all.

When I recovered, I had already followed Jiang Zhuo out of the yard and returned to the inn where we were staying.

After entering the room and taking a seat, she let go of my hand, her back was still cold as jade, but she seemed to be uncomfortable—perhaps she didn't expect her actions.

"You two are back? How was the poem party going?" After dinner, the guy asked his companion to bring us the tub and hot water, and asked with a grin, seeming to ask for a reward.

I gave her an angry glance, but I couldn’t blame her for anything. I sighed and threw her a few coins and sent her away. Now, the most important thing before my eyes is how to deal with Jiang. Burning face bath.

Even though she was like her through a screen, she was determined not to peep, but the shame in my heart could not be suppressed anyway, and it came out gurglingly, which made me entangled so much that I didn't dare to continue.

After washing and wiping dry in twos or twos, he wrapped his shirt and got into the quilt, covering himself tightly from head to toe, only revealing a pair of eyes and carefully looking outside.

She didn't notice my embarrassment, and probably didn't care. She ordered Xiao Er to change the clean hot water, and then came to the screen where I had just taken a bath and washed my body.

I held my breath and stared secretly at the silhouette reflected on the screen. I heard the pattering sound of water. Although I couldn't understand anything, I couldn't help thinking about it in my mind... I blinked my eyes, and I took the quilt. I pulled it over my head to isolate the deceptive senses, only the drum-like heartbeat resounded unfettered in this darkened little world, and taught me that I can no longer deceive myself as if nothing happened.

——Oh, how can Xiao miss someone’s body?

Could it be that after spending a long time in the body of Kuang Xihan, a big satyr, she was also subtly affected by her?

Although it's natural to be close to the person you like, but if you want to get into trouble while taking a bath, it's not what a gentleman did... If she knew it, how would you think of me?

I am afraid it will be more difficult for me to get rid of the negative impression caused by Kuang Xihan’s notoriety...

When I was upset, my eyes suddenly lit up, but the quilt covering my head suddenly opened.

After squinting my eyes to adjust for a while, I can see clearly, but this time, my gaze can no longer look away-because Xu had just taken a bath, her face was flushed with a faint blush. It's like a layer of rouge; black hair is like a waterfall, white clothes wins snow, but the cold eyes seem to be covered with a hazy look, it is full of water, tenderness, and taught me to rub my eyes hard in disbelief .

She seemed unaware of her attractive appearance, brushed her sideburns carelessly, and asked me suspiciously: "Why do you hide yourself in the quilt? Is it cold?"

Before I could answer, she put the back of her hand on my forehead very naturally, and muttered to herself: "Is it a bit hot, is it cold?"

"No, I'm fine." Pulling her palm down, I was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at her.

After a while, I couldn't hear her answer. I looked up timidly and saw her half-leaning, her black hair scattered, her eyes faint, but I was still holding her hand tightly. .

I let go of my hand in a slanderous manner, I moved back to make a lot of room, and said to her in a panic: "It's late at night, it's better to go to bed earlier!"

After speaking, she felt that her eyes were deeper and indescribable.

There was a thud in my heart, and I almost bit my tongue: Oh, how could I forget, the complicated and tangled relationship between her and Kuang Xihan!

There is nothing wrong with this invitation to any woman telling her, but it came from Kuang Xihan's mouth, and it was contaminated with a bit of ambiguity for no reason, as if there were some nasty thoughts...Even if I wanted to defend it, probably To no avail.

At this time, I really hate myself for wearing Kuang Xihan’s skin; but thinking about it the other way round, if I hadn’t taken up the body of this scumbag, maybe I wouldn’t have met Jiang Zhuo, and I wouldn’t be in a little bit. Lost your heart in the contact with you, right?

"Alright." He opened his eyes and did not dare to look at her eyes, but did not wait to refuse, but answered calmly.

I was shocked and turned my head to look at her, but saw that her sleeves were lightly raised, and the candlelight not far away was wiped out in one fell swoop, which taught me that it was difficult to see the expression on her face when she said this.

It’s just that the An Ran breath from her taught me to relax unconsciously, even with a little luck and some expectations--maybe, sleeping with me on the couch, for Jiang Zhuo...and Isn't it an unbearable thing?