The host is a piece of trash

Chapter 463: Those Years I Did Trash (10)

"Miss Ah Yue, long time no see~"

When Ming Qi saw Lu Yue looking over, he shook the jade-white folding fan in his hand, his clear eyes full of joy and ridicule.

Lu Yue put down the book, her long hair fell naturally, without any decoration, her snow-white face was amazingly beautiful without even a trace of makeup.

It's just that the beauty was expressionless at this time, and she raised her hand and threw the travel notes over: "Hello, Prince Jing."

Ming Qi caught it unhurriedly, still smiling: "Miss Ah Yue's way of greeting is really different."

The boy's voice is as pleasant as when he first met, striking like beautiful jade.

Lu Yue slowly climbed out of bed, covered herself with another coat, and then lazily leaned against the window and looked at the young man on the wall, her bloodless lips parted and closed: "Master Jing, why didn't you go through the main entrance?" ?”

"How can you go through the front door when you are in the boudoir?"

The young man looked flirtatious, only holding the handle of the fan with a slight force, and a little sweat dripped from his forehead unconsciously.

Lu Yue didn't notice anything strange, but she heard the words clearly, and her mouth twitched. With such a cute boy coming to see her, who should be more dangerous?

"Hey, don't be afraid, Ayue. I just don't know something, so I come to discuss with Ayue."

Ming Qi jumped directly from the wall and stepped on the loquat tree to Lu Yue's window, but perhaps he tried too hard and couldn't stop him for a while.

If Lu Yue hadn't taken half a step back, the two of them would have bumped into each other, but even if they took half a step back, the two of them would almost be face to face, so close that the fine hairs on their faces could be seen.

It was also at this time that Lu Yue saw the sweat on Ming Qi's forehead, sliding down the curled eyelashes, and winding around the ears.

But the sweat didn't smell like sweat, but instead had a hint of sunshine and the sweetness of grass. The tip of Lu Yue's nose moved slightly, and her slender and thick eyelashes blinked, as if opening and closing the door for her eyes.

"Is it hot outside?"

"It's okay." Ming Qi also realized that he had lost his composure too much, and stepped back a little, talking to Lu Yue through the window.

Being so close, Lu Yue still looks like a fairy.

The boy's ears were red. Such a young girl was his ideal wife.

That Lin Yinlin is nothing more than a flower of wealth in the world, and the kind with impure thoughts.

Still this pair of deer-like clear peach blossom pupils are pleasing to the eye.

"Is Lord Jing okay?"

Seeing the young man looking at her stupidly, Lu Yue couldn't control her hands that wanted to comb her hair, so she could only ask with a smile.

"Of course." The young man suddenly became arrogant, "Tell Ming Xuan to pray to brother, and brother will give you the gift."

Lu Yue: ...

Such a young face...

"Master Jing hasn't won the championship this year, has he?"

"That's older than you, too."

Ming Qi speaks in a relaxed situation, always with a small milky voice habitually.

Coupled with those sparkling beautiful glazed eyes, Lu Yue felt that any request made by this young man should not be rejected.

So she endured the shame in her heart: "Brother...Brother?"

"Brother Mingqi."

"Little prayer."

Ming Qi: "??? Call me brother!"

Lu Yue is as good as others: "Brother."

Ming Qi:? ? ?Hey hey hey, something seems wrong?

"I've already called, where is my gift?" Lu Yue smiled slyly, spread her hands, and looked up at Ming Qi.

Ming Qi looked at her dodging eyes, and laughed out loud: "Little Ayue, you still trick me."

Of course, because of that little titty voice and the delicate young appearance, this threat has no effect at all.

Therefore, Lu Yue was not only not afraid, but also tilted his head slightly, the petals in Qinshui's peach blossom pupils seemed to turn around, with a hint of provocation.

(End of this chapter)