Fast time travel: Tea-type beauties flirt with crazy paranoid bosses

Seeing the smile on Su Ziqing's face, Chi Yao swallowed the things on both sides with some embarrassment, and said angrily, "Don't laugh!"

After hearing what Chi Yao said, Su Ziqing smiled even brighter. For a moment, the young man's bright smile made her blush, and she involuntarily turned her head away, muttering softly, "I don't know what I'm laughing at..."

Su Ziqing didn't hear the words clearly, but he still didn't ask.

"The poor monk just noticed that Her Royal Highness has changed slightly from when we first met."

"You mean when you were at Baolan Temple?"

Chi Yao turned to him with a puzzled expression.

"No, it was the first time we met in the palace."

"When I first met you, I was actually... distressed. After entering the palace, such a lively and lively girl in Baolan Temple has turned into the depressed look she is now."

"Obviously Baolan Temple has taken good care of your body and mind, but after entering the palace, I saw your tired and... sleepy heart and body."

"Obviously she is a girl, but she lives like an old man in his twilight years, either babbling in the sun or falling asleep."

"It didn't get better until these few days, and there was no such lifelessness."

Chi Yao lowered her head helplessly, and frantically stirred the sleeves in her hands, avoiding his gaze.

He put his hand lightly on the top of her hair, and said softly, "So you wait for me, and I'll come back to pick you up after I've dealt with everything..."

This time I will not leave you alone on that desert journey, nor will I let you panic about the unknown again.

"Tomorrow, the poor monk will leave the palace. I only wish Her Royal Highness everything goes well!"

Su Ziqing held the Buddhist beads in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, the reluctance in his eyes was hidden behind.

Chi Yao didn't look at his expression, and lowered her head so that people could not see the expression on her face clearly. After a long time, she nodded slightly.

The smile in Su Ziqing's eyes became more obvious, "What? Don't you want to part with me?"

"you have not!"

Chi Yao patted his hand off his head angrily.

"When will you leave the palace? What does it have to do with me... this palace?"

She paused for a moment, then continued talking.

She stood up and patted the residue in her hand, pushed Su Ziqing out, looked at the Buddhist robe on his body, and wiped her fingers on his Buddhist robe without any trace.

Su Ziqing looked at her little movements helplessly, "The poor monk is about to leave, and the princess is still like this, which really makes the poor monk sad."

"You are poor!"

Chi Yao pursed her lips and pulled the door, looking warily at Su Ziqing who was pushed outside.

"It seems that the poor monk has to give something before he leaves, otherwise the princess will really forget about the poor monk."

"what?"

Before Chi Yao raised her head to look at him, he raised her chin, and the tenderness in her eyes seemed to drown her in it.

He rolled the beads in his hand to his wrists, and the beads one by one showed the whiteness and slenderness of his wrists.

The slender and distinct fingers slid down her cheeks to her neck. Chi Yao couldn't help raising her head slightly due to the tingling feeling. The elegant neck and shoulder lines were exposed in the air, adding a hint of arrogance and... lust.

The perfect curve brought Su Ziqing's fingers to her delicate collarbone, and he tapped there lightly, making the person leaning on the door in front of him tremble uncontrollably.

Su Ziqing couldn't help chuckling, his sexy and hoarse voice implied a faint smile.