I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan asked, "Wanqing, why are you back so soon? Didn't you say you were going to help your foster mother wash vegetables?"

Fu Wanqing handed him a teacup, from which steam rose.

"My foster mother said there wasn't much food, and she could manage by herself, so she asked me to come back and keep you company first."

"I've adjusted this tea a bit, it's sure to taste good, you should try it."

Her tone carried a childlike pride, and her amber eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

Gu Yan took the teacup and glanced down at the light brown liquid inside.

His lips twitched. Tea could be mixed? He'd only ever heard of brewing tea, never of mixing it.

But seeing her expectant expression, he still picked up the cup and carefully took a sip.

It's sweet at first, with a rich strawberry flavor, and slides smoothly from the tip of the tongue down the throat.

He looked down at the still steaming liquid in the cup and finally realized what was happening.

This isn't any kind of blended tea; it's just milk tea.

He looked up at her, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation: "This is milk tea, isn't it?"

Fu Wanqing blinked and raised her chin slightly.

"Yes, it's strawberry flavored. I added milk and strawberry powder to the black tea and simmered it for quite a while."

"Is it good?"

Gu Yan nodded, took another sip, and found the sweetness just right and the milk flavor to be rich enough.

To be honest, it suited his taste better than the expensive teas that Aunt Tian usually brewed.

He had just put down the cup and was about to say thank you when Fu Wanqing took the cup from his hand.

She turned the cup around, brought the rim to her lips, and took a precise sip.

That spot was exactly where he had just drunk from; there were still traces of his lips on the rim of the glass.

After finishing her drink, she gently licked the corner of her mouth and said, "It's really well-mixed."

The entire movement was fluid and natural, as if it had been done countless times.

Gu Yan was completely bewildered. First it was lollipops, now it's milk tea—why does she always end up eating things he's already eaten?

He opened his mouth, carefully considering his words several times before speaking.

"Wanqing, this isn't right. You should each use your own food and drinks; after all, you're a girl."

He was thinking that Fu Wanqing grew up in a mountain village and later moved around with her adoptive parents.

They probably don't really understand the distance that should be maintained between men and women.

He didn't dislike her; he just felt she should know these boundaries.

Fu Wanqing paused slightly in the hand holding the cup.

Her eyes were lowered, and her amber eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, like a candle flame being gently blown by the wind.

But the darkness lasted for less than a second, and when she looked up, the light in her eyes was even brighter than before.

She placed the cup on the table, put her hands behind her back, and leaned forward.

She tilted her head and looked at him, a hint of teasing in the curve of her lips.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid your fiancée will find out, or are you afraid your mistress will find out?"

Gu Yan was dumbfounded, frozen in place as if she had been struck by acupuncture.

He opened his mouth as if to say something in rebuttal, but his mind was a bit blank.

Seeing that Gu Yan remained silent for a long time, Fu Wanqing moved closer.

Her shoulder was almost touching his arm, and she tilted her head slightly to look at him, her amber eyes looking up at him.

Eyelashes trembled gently in the morning light.

The light green short-sleeved shirt she was wearing today didn't have a low neckline, but when she leaned forward, the neckline dropped slightly.

A small patch of snow-white skin was exposed below the collarbone.

Her long pink hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends brushing against her collarbone and also catching Gu Yan's eye.

The faint scent of peaches wafted over again, mixed with the sweetness of milk tea, seeping into his nostrils in waves.

She reached out and hugged his arms, shaking them gently, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness at the end.

"Why are you ignoring me? Isn't the milk tea good? Or are you thinking about something else?"

Gu Yan gently pulled her arm out of her arms and turned to look into her eyes.

A silent, seven-colored light flashed deep within his pupils for a moment; his Eyes of Emotion were activated, and he looked into Fu Wanqing's inner castle.

The garden villa is still there, with white walls, blue windows, a sea of ​​flowers in front of the door, and bright sunshine.

The mood emanating from the castle was a warm yellow—it was happiness, pure happiness, exactly the same as every time I'd seen it before.

He withdrew his powers, suppressed his doubts, and asked.

"What happened to that old lady afterwards? You wrote in your diary that you went to the basement, but I didn't see what happened after that."

Fu Wanqing's expression immediately changed; she pouted and her cheeks puffed out.

His amber eyes were wide open.

"You're reading my diary again! Didn't I tell you not to read it again?"

Her tone was puffed out, but there was no real anger in her voice; it was more like the embarrassment and annoyance of having some little secret exposed.

"I only watched a little bit last time, I didn't finish it. What happened to that old lady later?"

Fu Wanqing turned her head away and let out a soft snort through her nose.

"That old lady was nasty. She threw trash in front of our house, poured cold water on me, and even wrote red words on the door."

"She did so many bad things, so her adoptive parents..."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

Gu Yan picked up where she left off, her voice very low.

"So your adoptive parents tied her up in the basement and made you use your healing abilities to treat her, then heal her and then hurt her again, then heal her and then treat her again."

Fu Wanqing lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

Her eyelashes drooped down, obscuring her amber eyes, but the corners of her mouth were still slightly upturned, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Looking at her calm, almost serene expression, Gu Yan felt a chill creep up her spine.

My fingertips felt slightly cool.

Just now, when he looked at her inner castle with his Eyes of Emotion, it was still a warm yellow, still sunny.

When she was asked about such things, there wasn't a trace of gloom in the castle.

This is not normal.

How is that possible?

Why does my emotional eye always see this color?

Gu Yan stood there, the scene from just now still replaying in her mind.

Her eyelashes drooped, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she softly hummed in agreement.

That image seemed etched onto his retina, impossible to erase.

Seeing that he was in a daze again, Fu Wanqing suddenly took a step forward.

She wrapped her arms around Gu Yan's waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

The girl's lips gently brushed against his neck, like a kitten cuddling with its mate in the softest way.

The touch was warm and moist, and every rub sent a fine shiver down Gu Yan's skin.