"No, I just knocked on the door. It was my uncle who asked me to bring you a cup of milk." Luo Yanzhou gave her the cup of milk.

Jian Yan took the cup and thanked awkwardly.

Luo Yanzhou had no intention of leaving, so he leaned against the desk not far away, and glanced at her with interest, "Sister Yan, your job is a photographer, right? Why haven't you seen you picking scenery recently?"

Jian Yan took a sip of milk and snorted softly, "You know me quite well."

Luo Yanzhou smiled slightly.

"But the inquiry was not detailed enough, so I have long stopped working as a photographer."

"Oh? Why?"

Jian Yan looked at the curious baby-like big boy in front of her and frowned slightly. This person, except for a little strange, was more... different from her face.

For example, when a gangster near the block is playing hooligan, Luo Yanzhou can drag the "sick body" to hit the opponent with three punches and two kicks, he can't even get up. He turns around and looks at her innocently, saying that it hurts here and asks her to help her.

For example, this kid didn't know what method he used to coax Jian's father around. Not to mention living here for free now, Jian's father wanted to recognize him as his godson. Fortunately, he was just a joke, otherwise Jian Yan would be speechless.

Now, this big man who is about 80 meters tall, relies on his appearance that can be eaten with his face, blinks his innocent big eyes and looks at her clearly, looking at the harmless people and animals, but in fact...

Jian Yan still feels something is a trick.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Sister Yan, I think it's quite suitable for you to be a photographer." Luo Yanzhou said.

“Why is it suitable?”

"Because the photos you took are beautiful, they are very meaningful and vivid. The most important thing is that you can capture what others ignore, which is a taste of appreciation between the elite and the masses."

Jian Yan savored this sentence carefully, "Actually, you just want to say that the things I took were very vulgar, right?"

She felt deeply offended.

Luo Yanzhou burst into laughter, his fair and handsome face smiled brightly, like a touch of sunshine in the afternoon, which could make people shine.

Jian Yan was not in the mood to appreciate it. She drank a large glass of milk on her own. Just as she was about to give the order to expel the guest, Luo Yanzhou walked straight towards her, leaned over and wiped away the milk stained at the corner of her mouth.

With one move, Jian Yan froze.

Two seconds later, she shrank backwards as fast as possible, "You..."

Luo Yanzhou leaned over to her, and supported her with one hand on the head of the bed behind her. His beautiful black eyes were as beautiful as ink, looking at her quietly, "You always think I'm suspicious and can't come up with substantial evidence. In fact, this is just an excuse for you to escape from me."

"Me, why do I have no evidence? I..." Jian Yan was a little panicked. She could feel her heart pounding again and again, and the speed was beyond imagination.

She didn't understand why this feeling came from, but at this time, her heart went against her thinking.

"Your only evidence is-" Luo Yanzhou breathed gently like orchid, and slowly fell towards her. One centimeter from his lips, he completed the second half of his sentence, "I like you."

When the last few words were settled, he kissed them.

There is no strong demand, no domineering decisiveness, only gentle affection, and a gentle taste will stop.

It was like falling into a drop of water in the endless sea, gently and slowly.

"What if you pay too much attention to the people you like and ask about them all." Luo Yanzhou looked at her, his deep eyes were astonishingly dark, and the smile on his lips was just right, with an intriguing curve.

"Is that true?" Jian Yan quickly pushed him away, her eyes dodging and no longer looking at him, "But, I don't like you."
Chapter completed!