"No, please help me deliver it to Xiyun Pavilion." Qiao Luo lowered his eyebrows and said lukewarmly.

"You can leave after breakfast."

The alienated tone seems to keep people from thousands of miles away.

Long Beijue's eyebrows and eyes turned cold, and the coffee in his hand suddenly stopped fragrant.

He put down his cup, bent his elbow to the table, and handed his head with one hand.

He tilted his head and stared at her deeply, "Are you angry?"

She sipped coffee with a disheveled face, "No."

"That's shy?" he asked again.

Qiao Luo's tense expression almost broke his skills, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No."

A faint smile flashed through Long Beijue's eyes and continued to tease her, "Do you want to have a cold war with me?"

Qiao Luo turned his head and skipped his words directly.

Long Beijue's eyes turned, raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders, and said to himself, "I've been used as a pillow for all night, my hands are so sore."

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Chapter completed!