Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Looking at Quan Jiuxi's clear and inquiring eyes, Rong Fuqing raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly stepped closer. His posture was elegant but with an invisible sense of oppression.

His hands were firmly placed on the table behind her, forming a semi-encirclement posture.

"Are you so curious about my identity?"

His voice was low and magnetic, and his breath was so close that you could smell the fresh scent of cedar on him.

The unique scent seemed to have life, gently covering her ears, and slowly seeping into her nostrils, causing the skin on her back to tremble slightly.

The man's eyes were aggressive, like a falcon locking onto its prey. His gaze swept across Quan Jiuxi's delicate face, not missing any subtle expression.

"Isn't it okay? After all, you were the one who caused my accident today."

Quan Jiuxi tilted her head, her eyes flickering like thousands of stars, her red lips opened and closed slightly, her voice crisp and with a hint of coquettishness,

"Also, teacher, don't you think the distance between us is too ambiguous?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pushed the man's chest. His chest was solid and powerful, and she could feel the strength contained in it even through his clothes.

Quan Jiuxi touched it casually.

Rong Fuqing, "......"

Who was it just now who was crying and asking him to hold him?

Bad girl.

Quan Jiuxi had no idea what was going on in his mind. His bright eyes were filled with curiosity and persistence.

She now wants to know more about Rong Fuqing's true thoughts and the secrets he is hiding.

"Come to the living room and I'll tell you." Rong Fuqing stood up and broke the brief stalemate.

Quan Jiuxi curled his lips with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face, but still turned around and walked out of the kitchen obediently.

……

Rong Fuqing sat in front of the coffee table.

The slender, white and bony hands gently fiddled with the purple clay teapot.

Hot air rises and diffuses gently in the air like gauze. The movements of his hands are smooth and fluid, as if he is not making tea, but carefully painting a beautiful picture.

Quan Jiuxi sat quietly on the sofa, hugging a soft pillow.

The man took off his black windbreaker, revealing the simple white shirt underneath.

Although dressed in modern clothes, Quan Jiuxi felt as if he had traveled through the corridor of time and saw a scene of an ancient nobleman making tea.

It made her feel as if time was intertwined.

After a while, the boiling water poured down, making a "sizzling" sound, and the fragrance of tea rose.

The faint fragrance seemed to have a magical power that made Quan Jiuxi feel a little calmer.

She took a deep breath unconsciously.

"Taste it."

He turned slightly and handed the brewed tea to Quan Jiuxi.

Quan Jiuxi took the teacup, gently brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

However, suddenly, her body froze.

"This is something I researched before, what do you think?"

Quan Jiuxi didn't say anything.

This tea... She didn't know how long it had been since she last drank it.

She only knew that it happened a long, long time ago.

She gripped the teacup tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and she suppressed the heat welling up in her eyes, trying not to let her emotions show.

"It's delicious. The tea is warm and smooth, with a slight sweetness at first, followed by a long aftertaste. Since you researched it yourself, have you given it a name?"

Quan Jiuxi's voice trembled slightly, concealing the turmoil in his heart.

"Not yet. I always feel that nothing I do is suitable. Do you have any suggestions?"

Rong Fuqing looked at her and leaned forward slightly.

"Let's call him Wangyou." Quan Jiuxi gently uttered these two words.

"Yes, that's a good name. Let's call it that."

Rong Fuqing nodded in agreement, then picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, closed his eyes, and savored it carefully.

The house is filled with the aroma of tea, and it is quiet and peaceful, as if time has stopped at this moment, leaving only this warm and beautiful moment.

"I am indeed a vampire, but I am an alien. I don't like human blood."

When he said this, his expression paused slightly, and his handsome face looked particularly cold under the light.

The obsidian eyes are deep and mysterious.

He didn't like it, but the girl in front of him seemed to be an exception.

"Teacher, I have already guessed it. I know you will not have the heart to hurt me."

Quan Jiuxi's mouth corners raised, his eyes curved into crescent shapes, and his eyes were full of trust.

"The vampire who captured you today wanted me to do something for him, but don't worry, I will help you solve it. There won't be a next time."

"Okay, okay." She nodded. "Teacher, I'm curious. Can you tell me about your past?"

Quan Jiuxi folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at Rong Fuqing expectantly.

"The past?" Rong Fuqing looked at his reflection through the tea, frowned slightly, and fell into deep memories.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the rim of the teacup, her gaze becoming distant and deep. "That's a long story."

"I'm all ears." Quan Jiuxi held his chin, his eyes bright as stars, and his eyes made it impossible to refuse.

Her long, smooth hair falls to one side like a waterfall.

"I have lived for a long time, through time, and through countless dynasties..."

Rong Fuqing's voice was low, and Quan Jiuxi listened quietly, knowing that he had once co-founded a dynasty with others, with iron cavalry and great ambition.

Drink and chat with poets, recite poems and compose couplets, and enjoy the world.

Until falling asleep and waking up again.

I also know that Rong Fuqing is real...

Wealth can rival a country.

The two talked until very late. It was deep into the night and the moonlight shone through the window onto the ground, like a layer of silver gauze.

She did not leave today and stayed in the guest room of Rong Fuqing's house.

He walked into the guest room with heavy steps, fell on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

His breathing gradually became steady, like a quiet kitten curled up in the quilt.

……

Rong Fuqing poured out the cold tea and tidied the table, every movement was orderly.

While gently wiping the tea set, Jianye fluttered over and asked, "Master, how do you feel?"

The wings flapped very quickly, showing its inner anxiety.

"Not bad." Rong Fuqing replied with a complicated expression.

His eyes unconsciously looked towards the guest room, with an indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes.

she……

Who is it?

"That's good! Why didn't you expose her today? I think she's very dangerous."

Jianye asked in confusion, flying back and forth in front of Rong Fuqing.

Rong Fuqing did not answer and wiped the teacup silently.

"Master!" Jianye called anxiously.

The man put away the tea set with satisfaction and stood up, his eyes dimmed and his smile was meaningful.

"What's the point of exposing her? Don't you think she looks cute?"