Chapter 91: 91. His sachet

That kind of light is not a reflection of inner enthusiasm or imagination, it is a kind of flash that seems like steel, dazzling, not cold at all.
Nan Yukong's lips curled slightly, with a little childishness, lazily, showing a slight indifferent appearance.
Luan Xiaotian took a deep breath again, and his quiet smile gave his face a lot of brilliance.
"Sister, elder sister," a soft and waxy voice landed quietly with two little feet, "I found this from my godfather's room."
Nan Yukong heard the words, and the corners of his upward mouth bent down instantly after seeing what it was.
"Oh, oh, young master summer, I said that the third young master should not be found out about hiding the sachets," the house steward panted and ran all the way. "If Miss Luan knew about it, we would have missed a major event. "
Luan Xiaotian's brain circuit has been sorted out after hearing a few simple conversations between the two people.
His eyes fell unconsciously on Nan Yukong, with an expression that seemed to understand.
"It's so fragrant, it's more fragrant than the paintings in the studio." Luan Xiaotian said yin and yang strangely.
Nan Yukong's face gradually distorted.
Nan Yukong got up and coldly grabbed the embroidered flowery sachet, "I use this."
On the sachet, the embroidered colored threads are rich and varied. Luan Xiaotian glanced vaguely. It was a dragon and a phoenix flying around and blending with each other.
The color is a bit earthy, but it does not hide the delicate needlework.
"Xiamen said it was for me, what are you stuffing in your pocket?" Luan Xiaotian said, reaching out to fish, especially regardless of the consequences.
The housekeeper attached to Xia Xia's ear, very careful, "The purpose is achieved, can we leave?"
Xia Xia looked away from the two people with thirsty eyes, and whispered, "Then I need ice cream to leave."
The housekeeper promised in one second to take away the hot potato from summer.
"I will check if there are any bugs." Nan Yukong retorted.
I don’t look for a better reason.
"Insects are fragrant, I like it!" Luan Xiaotian stubbornly.
"Evil taste." Nan Yukong took out the sachet and held it in her hand, "Don't be allergic."
A blank eye.
If she was allergic, she would have been eaten by the flowers and plants in the yard.
Luan Xiaotian collected the sachet, took a sip of the water on the table, and put both hands on Nan Yukong's cheeks, holding his delicate face and watching for two seconds.
"How did you help me~" Nan Yukong shook coldly because of her babbling voice.
"what?"
"It's how you helped people~"
Nan Yukong was disgusted and warned, "Be normal."
"Pretend to be stupid!" Luan Xiaotian was discouraged, and began to work hard at the headless Nan Yukong's painting. "If you ask me knowingly, I don't want to say it. I am not an outsider. I am really heartless."
Nan Yukong was greeted by the light from the balcony. In his sight, the slender figure was always thinking about it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing.
"You just want to know what I did to them?"
"I don't really want to," she didn't turn around, only a voice could be heard.
"Does that mean you really want to?" Nan Yukong laughed.
It was really said that she was thinking a little bit, and still very much.
"No." Luan Xiaotian violated his heart.
If you want to talk, didn't you talk about it long ago?
"If you cooperate with Tianyu, I promise to tell you."
Luan Xiaotian felt the blazing gaze behind him, a little uncomfortable.
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