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Song Chuyi blinked, as if he didn't understand what this meant.

After a full two seconds, he slowly said: "I'm fine."

It's a coffee tree, so it won't die if it's poisoned.

It will turn into poisonous coffee.

After all, humans often add weird things to coffee made from ground coffee beans.

What about coconut water milk, and things made by humans themselves.

Sometimes it's poisonous, but it's just not sold outside.

Some of them are quite delicious, and he likes them very much.

Song Chuyi vaguely wondered if his blood was very sweet now.

After all, he smelled something very fragrant and sweet.

The smell seemed to have invaded his blood, making his blood must have become sweeter.

As he thought this, his eyes unconsciously looked at Ying Chengan's lips.

His lips were thin and well-shaped, and now had an abnormal rose color.

It looks... very kissable.

Song Chuyi stared at it for two seconds, then moved his head towards Ying Chengan.

There seems to be a desire in my heart.

He couldn't control himself and let himself get closer.

His lips fell gently on Ying Chengan's lips.

Warm and a bit soft.

Ying Chengan's eyes darkened and he pushed away the little eunuch who came forward.

"not now."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost uninflected.

Song Chuyi didn't understand. Although he heard what the old imperial doctor said, the fragrance of the flowers eroded his brain and made him completely forget about it.

The little eunuch who was pushed away felt vaguely aggrieved.

There seemed to be a voice in my head saying, this is not the case.

The person he kissed shouldn't react like this.

The fragrance of flowers fascinated his mind and made him a little more fragile.

He pressed against it again, mumbling something in his mouth.

"Kiss."

Contains aggrieved desire.

Ying Chengan's chest rose and fell rapidly, and then quickly returned to calm.

"No."

He held him down, his voice indifferent and calm, "Not now."

Song Chuyi stared at Ying Cheng'an for a few seconds and said slowly "Oh".

Ying Chengan pursed his lips tightly and pressed his fingers on the tiger's mouth of Song Chuyi's left hand.

"Want to talk to me?"

He tried to divert the little eunuch's attention in this way.

Song Chuyi had other reactions when he heard this.

"Talk about...what?"

Ying Chengan gently held Song Chuyi's index finger and slowed down his speaking speed so that he could think deeply.

This will delay some time.

"Let's talk about you."

Song Chuyi lowered his head and glanced at Ying Chengan's big hand, and responded slowly: "Me?"

Ying Chengan lowered his eyes, the shadows of his long eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.

He still remembered the contents of that book. The little eunuch who was supposed to die on that snowy night has now become someone close to him.

He didn't believe the content in the storybook, but some small things matched the storybook.

For example, the son of Prime Minister Zuo killed someone in the street, which was one of the contents of the strange storybook.

Although there is not much ink about this in the book, a few strokes have already foreshadowed the future direction.

If the content in the storybook is true, then who is the little eunuch in front of me?

Ying Cheng'an wanted to ask, but was afraid of disturbing the young eunuch, so he took advantage of the fragrance of flowers to chat with him.

Song Chuyi's mind is not very clear now, and he has not received the story background of this world. He only has vague memories of the original person.

Now when he heard Ying Chengan ask this question, he replied honestly: "I am a young eunuch."

After thinking about it, I felt it was wrong.

"Coffee-flavored little eunuch."

Right now.

Ying Chengan's eyes flashed slightly, "Coffee?"

The foreign visitors did bring something called coffee with them when they visited us two years ago.

But that thing was too bitter. Although it could refresh and calm people, Chaonei tea also had this purpose, so he gave the so-called coffee to his subordinates.

Now that he heard the word again, Ying Chengan thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Is Ah Chu from a place far away?"

Song Chuyi said "Huh" and nodded slowly.

He does not belong to this world, and it is not wrong to say that he comes from a far away place.

However, Ying Chengan is so smart.

Song Chuyi giggled.

After being talked to by Ying Chengan, the heat in his body seemed to fade a little.

Sure enough, his attention was diverted.

He poked Ying Chengan's knees with his fingertips, "Do you like coffee?"

Ying Chengan:......

"I don't like it very much." He thought of the bitter taste and frowned slightly, "The bitter taste is too strong."

Song Chuyi poked Ying Chengan's knee with his finger, and then quickly poked hard again.

"You can add sugar."

He emphasized his tone, and his tone was rarely tinged with seriousness and strength.

"You can't dislike me."

He hugged Ying Chengan's arm, rubbed his face gently, and softened his tone.

"You can't dislike me."

Ying Chengan held down the moving little eunuch and whispered, "I don't dislike you."

Song Chuyi heard Ying Chengan say that he thought the coffee was too bitter, and he was thinking about how to make the coffee taste super delicious to him!

After thinking about it, he raised his wrist and handed it to Ying Chengan's mouth.

"I'm so sweet now."

He could feel the sweetness seeping into his body.

It seemed to be some kind of strange floral fragrance, so rich and strong that even his blood was flowing with sweetness.

He should be drinking coffee with nectar added now, it must be delicious.

The more Song Chuyi thought about it, the more he felt that it must be the case, so he urged: "Take a bite."

"hurry up."

“It’s delicious.”

"You will like me after drinking it~"

Ying Chengan lowered his head and gently touched the skin of Song Chuyi's wrist with his lips.

The person affected by the strong floral fragrance was not only the little eunuch, but also him.

He could hardly control himself, but he had to.

This is what he deserves.

He lightly bit the skin, not wanting to bear the pain, so he just rubbed it lightly.

As the little eunuch said, it's very sweet.

It was so sweet that his throat rolled and he wanted to devour the person in front of him.

Ying Chengan's breathing slowed down a lot, as if he was trying his best to restrain something, and he took a long breath slowly.

But at this time, Song Chuyi came close to his ear and asked, "Does it taste good?"

Heat spray.

Making waves easily.

"Yeah." Ying Chengan didn't even dare to say more, and could only barely make a sound from his nasal cavity.

Song Chuyi was satisfied and smiled.

“So the coffee tastes great!”

He emphasized again, then lowered his head and bit the skin that Cheng An had kissed just now.

I thought I could taste sweet blood, but there was nothing.

He looked carefully and saw that Ying Chengan had not bitten it at all.

No wonder he felt no pain.

Song Chuyi's mind was in a mess, and he was rational at one moment, and then completely lost due to the heat.

Even he himself didn't know what he said or what he did.