Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

Before he had time to think about it, he rushed over to stop him before he even got up completely. His movements were too fast and unsteady. Under the inertia, he almost fell headlong.

Just as Yan Xiyu squatted down, she realized that she was running and crawling over in a hurry, and she had a tendency to fall directly.

His face sank fiercely, "Do you want to die? Are you crazy about drinking?"

She did drink a lot tonight, but her mind is clear, but her hands and feet may be a little out of control.

He supported her, sat her down and prepared to continue squatting down to find what he wanted to see.

Guan Qianyu's face became more tense, "What are you going to do?"

Yan Xiyu raised her eyes, glanced at her lightly, and did not answer.

He took the phone, took a picture on the side wall, and then saw the lettering at the bottom of the steps that was hidden.

【Yan Xiyu, I love you so much】

No punctuation.

Guan Qianyu didn't look at his expression, but bent her hand down from above, and touched the lettering place with precision. The stone she touched at some point in her hand was destroying the lettering marks.

This kind of behavior made Yanxi Yufeng tighten her eyebrows, quickly grabbed her wrist, threw away the stone in her hand, and threw her back on the grass by the way.

next second.

Yan Xiyu suddenly looked at her again, with deep eyes full of inquiry, "How do you know that there are engravings on it?"

It was also at this moment that Yan Xiyu suddenly thought of the tombstone he saw in the noble cemetery in Switzerland.

It has her own hand lettering on it.

It's so similar to the lettering in front of me!
Yan Xiyu stared at her, stretched out his hand to hold her face, and raised her chin, "Did you engrave these words?"

Guan Qianyu pursed her soft lips slightly and looked into his eyes.

She didn't know what emotion he was in at the moment, so she didn't say anything.

Yan Xiyu stared intently at her eyes, something quietly surged up in those dark eyes, and his eyes flickered on her face for an unknown number of times.

The tone sank slightly, "Huh? I'm asking you."

She closed her eyes and said in a light tone, "No."

Yan Xiyu looked at her, "No? Then how did you manage to sit on the steps and accurately destroy such a tiny line of lettering at the bottom of the steps?"

she talks.

Yan Xiyu looked at her, "Why, motion sickness is cured, and even the matter of loving me has been cured?"

From the look in her eyes, Yan Xiyu already knew the answer, the eyes became deeper and deeper, but there was an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart.

Before today, he always thought that this string of lettering was written by Qiao Ai.

"When was it engraved?" He asked again.

Guan Qianyu didn't bother to answer, she got up and left the lawn on the other side of the steps.

But Yan Xiyu stretched out her long arms and caught her back.

The height of the two of them, she was pulled back by him, her face was almost buried in his chest, the tip of her nose was full of his breath, she was dazed.

Then he raised his chin again and was forced to look up at her.

I had no choice but to answer reluctantly: "Forgot."

There really isn't a pen date on it.

But Yan Xiyu is obviously dissatisfied with such an answer, she will never forget almost everything about him, and she knows every bit of his preferences best.

"Really?" The man's thin lips touched lightly.

Guan Qianyu knew that he was staring at her with prey-like eyes.

He pressed his fingertips heavily against her lips, and his tone was full of strong and dangerous breath, "If you ask me, don't say anything, how about I bite your tongue off and make wine for you?"

"Are you sick or perverted?" She finally couldn't hold back.

The man didn't take it seriously, and said in a deep voice, "Can you remember now?"

Guan Qianyu could only look at him, "[-], July [-]th."

Yan Xiyu brushed the corner of her wet red lips with his thumb, but the brows frowned slightly again.

"The day before the summer vacation?" That year, she was supposed to be a sophomore, but he actually remembered that date accurately.

Guan Qianyu looked at him unexpectedly, because he was indeed right.

It's just that she will remember that day because the summer vacation will be the next day, and at the beginning of that summer vacation, he will go abroad to study.

It means that from that day on, she will be less likely to see him in school, so she couldn't help but engrave the words.

What about him?

"Did you establish a relationship with Qiao Ai that day?" She thought in her mind and asked directly.

It's too late to regret.

Yan Xiyu frowned slightly, "Are you sour?"

She turned her face away slightly.

"No." He heard him answer: "The next day."

However, the reason why Yan Xiyu made this decision was indeed because he knew this line. It happened that the next day, Qiao Ai mustered up the courage to confess to him, saying that he was going to study abroad in the future and he didn't want to miss it.

Guan Qianyu nodded, it was the first time she knew the anniversary of him and Qiao Ai being together.

I couldn't help taking a breath, "I want to go back."

Yan Xiyu's body didn't move at all, she just looked at her lowly, her eyes seemed to contain a lot of incomprehensible content.

Finally nodded, "Yeah."

He shook her hand, wanting her to use his strength to get down the steps, but as soon as he used his strength, he saw her frowning.

"What's wrong?" He finally found something wrong on her wrist.

Guan Qianyu let out a deep breath, shook her head, "It's fine."

In the end, the man actually pinched her wrist again.

"Hmm!" She was caught off guard by the pain, and raised her eyes to stare at him, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Yan Xiyu lightly touched her thin lips, and lost two words, "Maybe."

Otherwise, why did I always feel that I hated her so much at the beginning, but I don't know when it changed?

"It's a serious problem." His lips moved slightly, "Since you provoked me, I'm afraid you will be sick day and night in the future. If you don't torture you, you may get sick."

In particular, he only found out tonight that the line of writing belonged to her, not Qiao Ai, and this thought was even stronger.

While talking, he also carried her directly down from the steps, and asked again, "How did you do it?"

She briefly talked about what she learned about massage at noon, and naturally mentioned Jian Suxin.