Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

The sun was shining brightly, and the sun was shining brightly.

Fu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and when she opened the door, she did not see Yu Chen.

She walked towards the corridor, and when she turned the corner, the man was standing quietly in front of the tea room.

The steaming teacup was in front of him, and he was quietly looking at the sea of ​​clouds. The sun fell on his face, his eyes were clear, his handsome face seemed to be glowing, the breeze blew on his face, his hair fluttered, and an inexplicable fairy spirit came from this man.

Fu Xuan was slightly stunned, and then his thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Although his face was not old and was quite good-looking, she always felt that there was a faint sense of twilight around him...

And an inexplicable sense of sadness and fatigue?

And every time she saw his expression, she felt an inexplicable stuffiness in her chest,

She didn't like this feeling.

"Yu Chen..."

Fu Xuan called softly.

As if awakening a sleeping stone man, there was a fluctuation in his clear eyes.

Yu Chen turned his head and looked at her, pursing his lips and smiling gently.

"I've changed~"

Fu Xuan frowned, always feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, she quickened her pace and approached him.

A gust of fragrant wind blew over, and Yu Chen subconsciously took a deep breath.

He felt that the smell was getting more and more addictive, and he was almost addicted...

"You..."

Fu Xuan stood in front of him and glanced at his cup, "What are you drinking?"

"Tea~ It seems to be called something... something like Shanyunwu. I think it's good this time. Do you want to try it?"

Yu Chen blinked and handed the cup forward.

Fu Xuan looked at the faint lip print and silently pushed his hand away, "Forget it, your craftsmanship... must have ruined my good tea again..."

"Hmph, you just look down on me!"

'Old man' Mr. Yu Chen raised his face proudly.

Fu Xuan's mouth twitched, but the slight discomfort in his heart slowly dissipated.

"Come with me, let you taste what is a real good tea, and teach you how to brew tea..."

Her tone was much more relaxed, her steps became lighter, and she turned and walked into the tea room.

The long pink hair swayed gently, bringing a gust of wind, and touched the back of Yu Chen's hand. He hooked the cup to prevent the beautiful hair from sticking to the tea.

The corners of Yu Chen's mouth curled up. She didn't seem to have tied up her hair.

"Master Fu Xuan, I find that you are really beautiful today~"

"... If you don't want to talk too much, when will I not be beautiful?"

Her face flushed, and her tone was still slightly aggressive, but the slightly raised corners of her lips were obviously very happy with Yu Chen's praise.

Yu Chen was happy. This little fortune teller was quite narcissistic, although she did have the capital to be narcissistic.

"Yes, every day is beautiful~"

...

"Here, look at it."

Fu Xuan glanced at him, took the tea and came to the table.

The white hands gently fiddled with the things on the table. Her little face was serious, and she deliberately slowed down the speed of operation.

Yu Chen stood beside her, and after a few glances at the action, his eyes were attracted by something else.

He smiled faintly, quietly looking at Fu Xuan's serious face, his eyes flashing with tenderness and affection that he himself was not aware of.

The faint and inconspicuous feelings flowed out of his eyes like silk, and quietly fell on Fu Xuan's face, without a sound.

And she just waved her hands, not noticing the strange look of the man in front of her.

The boiling water was steaming, rising gently, covering Fu Xuan's creamy white skin, and the crystal face was faintly red, revealing a healthy color, not the kind of sickly white.

She didn't seem to apply a little makeup powder, and her light face was even more moist and beautiful at this moment, with a small nose like jade, and the cherry-like lips that had just emerged from the water were gently pursed, with a beautiful color.

A few strands of pink hair dangled in front of her eyes, gently brushing across her cheeks, bringing a slight itch, causing her to frown slightly.

Yu Chen's expression gradually became dazed, and seeing her frown, his hand unconsciously slowly raised up to help her roll up the hair.

Fu Xuan suddenly noticed his hand, frowned, and looked up, "Are you really looking at it...?"

The look in his eyes that was fixed on her made her heart tremble, and the big hand was close to her face. Her pupils that seemed to hide the sea of ​​stars slightly widened, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Come.

Yu Chen suddenly woke up when he heard her voice, and the hand he raised froze in front of her face, neither putting it up nor putting it down.

His heart beat faster and he felt a little confused.

‘What happened to me just now? ’

Fu Xuan exhaled softly, feeling the warmth from the big hand that was so close to him. Seeing that he didn’t respond for a long time, he pursed his lips and asked, “Let you watch me learn to make tea… What do you want to do?”

For some reason, her heart trembled at this moment, and inexplicable emotions were brewing quietly in her heart.

“I… saw that your hair was messy.”

Yu Chen’s heart was pounding, and an inexplicable sense of tension rose, as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

He gently pulled up the messy hair and put it behind her ear. He resisted the urge to touch her face, then withdrew his hand, coughed lightly, and lowered his head in a serious manner, "Go on... I'm learning!"

This is a lie!

This old man couldn't even focus his eyes now, and didn't know where to look at all. His heart was beating like thunder.

Fu Xuan bit his thin lips lightly, and his heartbeat accelerated due to his action, and his cheeks quickly turned red, "Lecher..."

Yu Chen lowered his head and pretended not to hear what she said.

"Anyway... look carefully and learn carefully!"

Fu Xuan glared at him and continued to make tea.

...

He didn't use Yufeng Mingcui, but Yushan Yunwu, which Yu Chen chose.

"Here... try it, this is the taste of good tea."

Fu Xuan pushed the cup over.

Yu Chen glanced at her, raised the cup and blew it, and took a sip.

The refreshing tea flowed into his mouth and into his heart, warming his stomach and filling his mouth with a mellow aroma.

His eyes widened slightly, as if this was indeed different from the tea he brewed with his crude technique!

Fu Xuan noticed the subtle change in his expression, and the corners of her lips slightly raised. She hugged her chest and looked at him proudly and asked, "How is it? I use the same tea leaves as you, and it tastes several times better than yours!"

"It's just... average, not much worse."

The Sword Saint said hard and took another sip silently.

"Hmph~ Are you feeling guilty when you say this?"

Fu Xuan looked at him with a playful look on his face and asked.

"That's right, if you don't believe me, compare it yourself!"

Yu Chen pushed his cup over.

Fu Xuan looked down, hesitated for a moment, and did not accept it.

"No need to taste it, I know which one is better!"

"Hmph, I think you are afraid that after tasting it, you will find that mine is better, and then feel guilty, right?"

Yu Chen looked at her dimly and said, a very clumsy way of provoking her.

But...

It worked.

Fu Xuan gritted her teeth, lowered her head to look at his cup, silently turned the cup mouth, avoided his lip print, slowly raised the cup to her lips, she looked at Yu Chen's eyes staring at her, her heart was hardened, and she took a sip of tea.

The light astringent taste filled her mouth, but she could no longer taste the quality of the tea. Her heart was beating rapidly because of shyness, and her whole body temperature gradually rose.

The white and tender face was flushed, and after taking a sip, he put down the cup and turned away, "Anyway... you know what is good and bad, I am too lazy to argue with you!"

"Obviously it's almost the same..."

Yu Chen stood there and whispered, looking down at the tea he made.

Suddenly, he found a small problem...

Speaking of which, was what they did just now considered an indirect kiss?

Although she deliberately avoided the place where he had drunk, but they were drinking a cup of tea together...

Yu Chen suddenly understood why Fu Xuan was so entangled just now. He glanced at the empty door, silently picked up the cup he had brewed and Fu Xuan had just drunk from, put his lips to the wet place and took a sip, "Obviously... it's almost the same!"

The soft murmur sounded in the room, and Yu Chen's earlobe became red for some reason, and it became bloody...