The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Zhou Xiran finished tidying up the table quietly and quietly, and every movement revealed her delicate and gentle personality.

Her eyes occasionally swept across the empty chair, and she couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Although her father's steady figure had left, was he really drunk today?

She turned around, her eyes passing through the soft light of the living room and falling on Zhang Fan who was leisurely walking into the tea room.

She thought to herself that although her father could drink a lot, he always knew how to control himself and had never really lost his composure.

Although he didn't overdose tonight, his decision to leave early seemed to have some deeper meaning.

Zhou Xiran understood that her father was setting the stage for the ensuing conversation in a subtle way, giving her and Zhang Fan more opportunities to communicate.

As you enter the tea room, a light and elegant tea fragrance hits your nose, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle outside.

Zhou Xiran carefully took out a set of exquisite tea sets, and every movement revealed her respect and love for this traditional ceremony.

Hot water slowly poured into the teapot, steam rose up carrying the fragrance of tea, and her thoughts drifted away.

When she handed the first cup of tea to Zhang Fan, their eyes met inadvertently. At that moment, Zhou Xiran's cheeks turned slightly red and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

She quickly lowered her head and pretended to concentrate on adjusting the tea set, but she was secretly annoyed by this sudden shyness.

She didn't understand why she always lost her usual calmness and composure so easily every time she faced Zhang Fan.

"Regarding the Phoenix matter, how do you think we should proceed next?" Finally, she mustered up the courage and broke the silence.

Although the words are light, this question still needs to be asked.

Zhang Fan took the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea seemed to make him more awake.

He put down the teacup and looked at Zhou Xiran with deep eyes, as if he could see through every subtle fluctuation in her heart.

"The stabilization of Phoenix is ​​only the first step. What we need to consider next is how to continue to expand things while maintaining our existing advantages."

It was a very official answer, and there was no mention of future plans at all.

“I want to know about the future system and other issues.”

Zhou Xiran pointed it out directly.

"It would be more appropriate to ask the old man this question."

Zhang Fan did not avoid the question. He would definitely consider these issues once things here become completely stable.

It's just not time yet.

Ask the old man? Can the old man decide on this question? Zhou Xiran felt a little cold and raised her head slightly. When she met Zhang Fan's gaze, she quickly avoided it, but she felt that this man stood up and slowly approached her. She could feel the hot breath coming from him. Soon, Zhou Xiran had to look up. As soon as she looked up, the atmosphere changed.

Zhou Xiran's pupils suddenly shrank and his heartbeat instantly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

She instinctively wanted to step back, but her body seemed to be pulled back by an invisible force, unable to move.

Zhang Fan's approach, with an irresistible aura of strength and tenderness, made her nervous and inexplicably expectant.

His breathing gradually became heavy, interweaving with his own breathing, forming an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhou Xiran's cheeks were dyed red by the setting sun, and the scorching heat penetrated through her skin and reached her heart. She felt as if she was on a dreamy cloud, light and erratic.

Just when Zhou Xiran was about to indulge in this sudden intimacy, Zhang Fan's lips gently touched her red lips.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, all sounds disappeared, and only two hearts were beating violently.

Zhou Xiran's eyes widened slightly, with surprise and shyness flashing in them. She wanted to push him away, but found that she was powerless to resist this sudden tenderness.

Zhang Fan's kiss was not impatient, but full of patience and delicacy.

Zhou Xiran gradually exuded a faint fragrance, which was her unique scent, making Zhang Fan even more intoxicated.

Zhou Xiran closed her eyes and let herself be immersed in this sudden vortex of emotions.

Zhang Fan's kiss gradually deepened, with an unquestionable firmness and tenderness, as if to melt all her defenses.

Zhou Xiran felt that her heartbeat and breathing were synchronized with his, as if the two of them had merged into one and could not be separated.

"Try?"

Try? This is a term that only two people know what it means.

Zhou Xiran blushed. Try it? Is my father upstairs?

And this is a tea room. What if my father comes down suddenly?

It is exciting, but it is too exciting.

And try, how many times?

This man can keep trying, but I can't.

"Not here."

Zhou Xiran pleaded in a low voice, she couldn't let go, she couldn't let go at all.

"Go, go to my room."

Zhou Xiran immediately said another sentence.

Zhou Xiran's heart was beating like a drum, and every step she took felt like she was stepping on clouds, both light and airy.

She followed Zhang Fan carefully, sticking close to the wall, fearing that her footsteps would be particularly abrupt in the quiet night and disturb her father who was sleeping upstairs.

She glanced upwards from time to time, as if she could see through the floor to see if her father was sleeping peacefully. She was so nervous and uneasy that she unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.

Zhang Fan noticed Zhou Xiran's nervousness and slowed down his pace, which was a bit funny.

Whenever the stairs creaked slightly, Zhou Xiran would tremble violently, as if the sound would instantly wake up the sleepers upstairs and expose her and Zhang Fan's secret to the public.

Finally, they arrived at the door of Zhou Xiran's room.

Zhang Fan stopped and looked at her. Zhou Xiran took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then gently pushed the door open and slipped in.

She turned around quickly and closed the door gently, fearing that the slightest sound would be the culprit that would disturb her father.

Inside the room, the moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, adding a touch of softness and warmth to this private space.

Zhou Xiran stood by the door with her back to Zhang Fan, her hands clenched into fists, trying to make herself look calmer.

She took a deep breath, turned to face Zhang Fan, and tried hard to force a smile on her face, although there was still a hint of subtle nervousness in that smile.

"Let's... sit over there." She pointed to the sofa by the window. Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to keep it steady.

However, Zhou Xiran began to retreat, and gradually he had nowhere to retreat.

A pair of pitiful eyes looked at Zhang Fan: "Be gentle."

There are outsiders here today. There is someone in the next room. What if they disturb that person when the two of them try?

Zhou Xiran wanted to say she would give it a try, but she no longer had the chance to speak.

A moving sound slowly emerged in the room and continued.