Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"elder brother."

Nan Xiang got up, took a shower, and changed into a new Chinese autumn suit.

This was the birthday gift Han Yichen gave her yesterday.

The top is a chiffon shirt with heavy hand-embroidery of ginkgo on the chest, and the ruffles on both sides are particularly elegant. The neckline is tied with a bow, which is small and unique, and the cuffs are lace-bound. The light brown color has a touch of autumn. It is matched with a gradient skirt with a yellow leaf color and apricot yellow. The hem of the skirt is a clear gradient ginkgo print, and the pearls on both sides are pleated and spliced, which has a good drape.

When worn on Nan Xiang, she looks gentle and elegant. The hand-embroidered ginkgo ornaments hanging on the skirt seem to bring a hint of autumn.

It was late autumn now, and there were two tall ginkgo trees in front of the yard.

The ginkgo trees are golden yellow, and from a distance they look like a golden ocean.

After finishing breakfast, Nan Xiang opened the door and walked out, and saw the man sitting under the big ginkgo tree in the middle of the yard.

The man was wearing a light brown striped shirt and dark brown overalls. He sat on a small wooden stool in a natural and leisurely manner. His hands were slender, with distinct joints on each finger. Blue veins could be faintly seen under his cold white skin. He looked elegant and powerful.

When Han Yichen saw Nan Xiang, a hint of surprise flashed across his dark and deep eyes, and then they returned to calm, leaving only a faint tenderness. His smile melted into the autumn wind, and blew into Nan Xiang's heart with lingering feelings.

Nan Xiang saw Han Yichen, her clear deer eyes lit up slightly, she walked up with brisk steps and sat on the wooden bench opposite Han Yichen.

"elder brother."

Han Yichen saw Nan Xiang sitting down and poured her a cup of tea with familiar movements.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Nan Xiang took the tea that Han Yichen poured for her with both hands and nodded slightly:

"Yeah, I've eaten. Aunt Cheng's wontons are really delicious!"

After saying that, Nan Xiang held the teacup to her lips, blew gently, and then drank it in one gulp.

The movement was extremely fast. Before Han Yichen could react, the little girl took a sip and quickly put down the teacup. She opened her mouth, exhaled, and raised her left hand to shake it up and down on her lips.

Han Yichen tapped Nan Xiang's nose and laughed, "Why are you still so anxious like a child?"

Nan Xiang retorted: "Brother, I am an adult, I am eighteen years old."

When Han Yichen heard the little girl repeatedly emphasize that she had become an adult, he seemed to have thought of something, and the smile in his eyes deepened:

"Well, my Anan has grown up."

Nan Xiang suddenly didn't dare to look Han Yichen in the eye. She lowered her head slightly and began to have wild thoughts in her mind.

Brother, this... there is something else behind your words, and does he have different feelings for me? Just like I have the same feelings for him...

But in just a moment, many thoughts flashed through Nan Xiang's mind. She felt that she couldn't think any further, so she pointed at the circles of annual rings on the table with her index finger.

Han Yichen naturally noticed it, and he felt lost for a moment.

Why did Anan run away? Could it be that I misunderstood last night?

Han Yichen poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the bitter taste in his throat.

He looked at Nan Xiang carefully, and suddenly noticed that the little girl's ears were gradually turning red, which looked very beautiful.

Is Anan feeling cold? Or is she shy?

If we are shy, then we should run in both directions...

Many scenes also emerged in Han Yichen's mind, including those from yesterday and before, all of which were scenes with Nan Xiang.

In the past, the memories only made me feel warm, but now I think about them with a little more sweetness.

"Anan."

"Ok?"

The two were silent for a long time, and Nan Xiang counted the annual rings on the tree stump table, round and round, again and again.

She thought she couldn't keep this strange silence any longer.

So she raised her head and was about to say something when she heard Han Yichen calling her gently, and Nan Xiang responded very naturally.

Han Yichen looked at the little girl, her clear deer eyes looking at him tenderly. Thinking of the words he had just organized, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He had so much to say but couldn't. He opened his mouth and calmed down his inner tension and excitement:

"Anan, do you remember last night?"

Although Han Yichen appeared calm when he asked this question, he was actually extremely nervous inside, fearing that he would get the answer he least wanted.

He looked at Nan Xiang tenderly with a secret expectation, without saying a word, as if he was waiting for Nan Xiang's answer.

Looking at the man's somewhat stiff movements, although he didn't show his nervousness, after so many years of getting along with him, Nan Xiang could more or less guess what was going on.

Nan Xiang chuckled: "I remember."

She saw that after she said the three words "remember", the man raised his head a little more, his eyes brightened a little, and the curve of his lips widened.

Seeing the man smile like this, Nan Xiang seemed to be infected and showed a sincere and comfortable smile.

Sure enough, before the first taste, Han Yichen stared at the little girl with a dangerous look.

However, this danger is fleeting. If you don’t encounter it, it doesn’t mean it’s gone, but that it’s lurking.

It requires discovery, or in other words, it requires a pair of eyes that pay attention to life, are good at discovering beauty and capturing beauty.

Han Yichen: "Then Anan, can you be more specific?"