The Villain’s Little Cutie

Yan Ancheng's face was weird, he couldn't believe it, Asi had forgotten him.

He remembered her for so many years.

I saw that sentence for the first time-

"His Royal Highness, the minister is late."

In the darkness, the little general raised his head and smiled at him——

"Cousin, this is Wei Assi."

He remembered it day and night, but the man asked him who he was.

Yan Ancheng's eyes became gloomy in an instant.

"who am I?"

His voice was cold, and the expression on his face was terrifying.

Asi stepped back, pursing his lips and complaining: "If you don't want to say it, just forget it, why do you want to scare others like this."

She angrily took a bite of the jujube cake.

The two cheeks were bulging, and they didn't forget to stare at Yan Ancheng.

It's too cloudy, and the people in the capital are too weird.

Asi blinked, and Yan Ancheng was taken aback for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and slowly exhaled a suffocating breath.

Then he said: "Assi, this is Yan Ancheng."

Asi tilted his head, Yan Ancheng's name is so familiar.

"I am Yan Ancheng you rescued."

-I am your Yan Ancheng.

-Your Yan Ancheng.

The corners of the man's lips were curled, and the sun was shining, but it didn't seem to shine into his heart.

He stared blankly at Asi's eyes, where there was sunlight that could melt his ice.

"Ah," Asi widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, "I remember, you are the fourth prince."

Yan Ancheng's complexion eased slightly, and she squeezed her tender white hand.

"Little General, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Assi was puzzled, and waited for her to do something.

But she didn't ask, because the man's eyes were really strange.

It was shining, as if there was a flame hidden in it, and she was about to be cooked.

Asi reached out his hand and took out a piece of rose pastry from the pastry bag that Yan Ancheng was holding and put it in his mouth.

Yan Ancheng looked at Asi, and couldn't help but squeezed her bulging cheeks.

"How can it be eaten so much."

Asi shook his head, and shook off Yan Ancheng's hand that pinched his cheek.

Did not speak.

There are too many people on the street, and the looks of Assi are outstanding, especially Yan Ancheng, who is the dream man of the Beijing ladies.

He took Assi to a quiet teahouse.

As soon as Assi sat down, he kept eating.

Say nothing.

Yan An Chengan watched Assi quietly for a while.

Then I asked the question I had been asking.

"Little General, are you..."

Assi raised his head with bulging cheeks, his tongue stuck out and licked off the cake crumbs from his lips.

Yan Ancheng flushed, and continued: "Good Longyang..."

Assi tilted his head, his eyes ignorant.

"What is Longyang? Sugar? Or pastry?"

Yan Ancheng was taken aback for a moment, pursing his lips, and then continued for a while: "Just...Do you... like men..."

Assi's gaze is gone, she is a girl, of course she likes boys.

Although, she seems to have no peach blossoms.

Assi nodded seriously.

Yan Ancheng only felt that bunches of fireworks bloomed in his heart.

He was so excited that he couldn't sit still.

The man wore a black brocade, and the gloom on his face faded a little.

Staring scorchingly at Asi on the opposite side.

He opened his mouth, but closed it nervously.

Assi frowned and looked at him for a long time, then looked sideways at the pile of cakes beside him.

Pursing his lips, he took out a piece of jujube paste which he likes most from the inside and stuffed it into Yan Ancheng's slightly opened mouth.