(MTL) The male protagonist is always a crematorium [quick wear]

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

    "Your ankle..."

    Yan Cang couldn't help but cast his eyes towards Liu Yue's ankle, his calm eyes seemed to be just a simple question.

    The smile on Liu Yue's face was always distant and gentle, her eyes naturally turned to her ankles along with Yan Cang's opening, and she replied softly without saying more.

    His brows were calm, and in Yan Cang's eyes, there was a bit of perfunctory meaning.

    Yan Cang looked away in a blink of an eye, lowered his head, picked up the cup and took a slow sip, the nameless emotion that was surging in his heart was suppressed.

    Liu Yue raised her head slightly, and every micro-expression on her face was controlled just right.

    Yan Cang's hands trembled, and the water in the cup rippled.

    It was just right, he could see the discomfort of the woman in front of him and alienated him at a glance, and even deliberately avoided his face.

    How could Yan Cang not know that the woman sitting opposite was Yan Qi's girlfriend? The original purpose of this meeting was to directly finalize their marriage and teach him a lesson without Yan Qi's knowledge.

    But now it appears that things have gotten out of hand.

    Even after taking a sip of water, Yan Cang felt inexplicably dry in his mouth.

    Liu Yue curved her lips and said with a smile: "Professor Yan asked me to meet, there must be something, just say it directly."

    As she said that, she lowered her head, and her long black hair slipped from behind her ears to the side of her face , Black and white have always been in sharp contrast, and the white skin and ink hair just show a little seductive color between the slightly lowered eyebrows.

    Yan Cang's eyes were slightly deep, but unfortunately, before he could think more deeply, a thin layer of ice was instantly covered in his eyes.

    Because the shyness in Liu Yue's next words didn't mean to hide it deliberately, it was directly displayed in front of his eyes.

    "Is it about Yan Qi?"

    Yan Cang closed his eyes imperceptibly and said with a smile, "It's about him."

    The woman on the other side didn't know that he always smiled less, and he didn't know how horrifying it would be in the eyes of acquaintances to show a smile to her over and over again today.

    Yan Cang's thoughts quickly flashed through his heart, but his face did not show any color.

    "Yan Qi is not too young, the elders in the family are urging marriage, maybe they are too hasty, and they have unilaterally cut off contact with the family these days. I know that you are his girlfriend, so I want to ask you about the banquet. Qi's whereabouts."

    Yan Cang is similar to Yan Qi, but the feeling is completely different, at this time, his brows are slightly wrinkled, and no one can fault him as an older brother.

    Yan Cang's eyes clearly reflected the shyness on the woman's face after he said those words, and the shyness on the woman's face faded visibly. The brows slightly frowned and seemed to be a little sad.

    When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he concealed that trace of smile, and a very faint smile passed between the fluttering of his eyelashes.