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Chapter 1872 The Knife You Can’t Hold, You Can’t Let Go: Jin Yiwei 3
The room in the guest room is not a bed when you walk in, but a table.

The space in the room is quite large, it is estimated to be a superior room.

"Guest officer, I put the kettle on the table, and take the empty kettle away by the way." Xi Ying said while moving.

"Pour water here." The man said directly.

His voice was brighter than when he heard it just now, and it was no longer so low.

Xi Ying certainly wouldn't refuse if the guest made a request.

She picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water, holding the teacup in one hand and carrying the kettle in the other.

Pushing open the bead curtain with her body, Xi Ying saw the man sitting on the bench painting.

Honestly, what the hell is he drawing!
How ugly!
"Guest officer, hot water." Xi Ying handed the water cup to the man.

Only then did the man put down the brush in his hand, turned to look at Xi Ying, and at the same time reached out to take the water glass.

When he raised his head like this, Xi Ying saw his face.

He is a very handsome man.

His brows and eyes are gentle, his facial features are not sharp, he doesn't look like a ruthless Jin Yiwei.

"Thank you." He said after taking the water glass from Xi Ying's hand.

Xi Ying was even more surprised.

Aren't Jin Yiwei all arrogant and domineering?After all, their power is very great, very great, except for the hierarchical system of the emperor and Jin Yiwei, their attitude towards ordinary people will not be very good.

This is the extreme sense of self-confidence that you will have after becoming a Jinyiwei.

But this man...

Doesn't seem to be the case?
"You're welcome, guest officer, this is what I should do." Xi Ying lowered her eyes slightly.

No matter what, she still left here quickly.

Maybe this Jin Yiwei is good at disguising his true inner feelings.

Anyway, Jin Yiwei is not something to mess with, just like Fatty said, try not to touch if you can.

"If nothing else, then I'm leaving."

"Have."

"Excuse me, what else is there for you, sir?"

"sit down."

Xi Ying raised her head: "Huh?"

After taking a sip of water, the man put the water glass aside, and stretched out his hand to pull a bench in front of Xi Ying's legs.

"Sit down." He repeated, picking up the brush again.

"Oh." Xi Ying sat down with a low eyebrow.

"I need someone to pour water for me. I don't have time." The man focused on the painting in front of him and took a moment to explain.

"Okay, since it's the guest officer's need, then I'm obliged to do so." Xi Ying's eloquence was not a lie.

Isn't it just flattering, isn't it just following his words?
Who wouldn't.

After all, an Oscar heroine is not for nothing.

After that, the man didn't speak any more.

He is like a master obsessed with ink painting, outlining his imaginary world stroke by stroke.

Xi Ying occasionally looked up at his painting.

Once you take one look, you don't want to take a second look.

This man's painting is far less pleasing to the eye than his face.

Xi Ying used to be a spiritual painter in one plane, so of course her painting skills have reached the point of perfection.

As for the man's paintings, it's not that Xi Ying is bragging, the paintings she draws with her eyes closed are better than his.

Therefore, Xi Ying kept staring at the water glass in the man's hand, whenever he drank half of the water, he quickly added water into it.

Her tasks are just so dull and boring.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a man's voice above her head.

(End of this chapter)